By Toby Zinman
For the Inquirer
In Lorraine Hansberry’s classic American play, A Raisin in the Sun, Karl Linder, representative of a committee who wants to keep his white neighborhood white, visits the black Younger family. He tries to bribe them not to move into the house they’ve just bought, and, unsuccessful, leaves, saying, “I sure hope you people know what you’re getting into.” The neighborhood the Youngers are moving to is named Clybourne Park.
Bruce Norris’s Pulitzer Prize winning play, Clybourne Park, now at the Arden Theatre, takes up that racially charged issue of real estate. A remarkably skillful cast directed by Edward Sobel creates characters that flirt with stereotypes, but become real and believable.
In Act One it’s 1959, and we meet the white family who sold the house to the Youngers on the weekend before their Monday move. In Act Two it’s 2009, and we meet the gentrifying white couple who bought the house, and now it’s a black couple who tries to discourage them, speaking for the community, wanting to preserve the character of their black neighborhood. The more things change, the more they stay the same.
What has happened to Clybourne Park in fifty years is Norris’ template for what happened to American society: shifts in demographics do not solve race problems, especially among people who will not admit their racist attitudes-- despite a wild scene in which they trade offensive racist jokes.
We watch the irritating, chirpy, saccharine 1959 mother (Julia Gibson) patronize her maid (Erika Rose): both women keep a very tight rein on themselves, with their husbands (David Ingram and Josh Tower) and with each other. Karl Linder (Ian Merrill Peakes)--the only character from Hansberry’s play to appear in Norris’—is, unsurprisingly, an obnoxious bully, married to a pregnant deaf woman (Maggie Lakis). This Father-Knows-Best world is rounded out by an ineffectual minister (Steve Pacek).
All these actors will reappear in 2009 as radically different characters, making Act Two a fine display of virtuosity, demonstrating theatrically that everything changes and nothing changes. There’s a trunk buried in Act One under a tree in the back yard, and dug up in Act Two. Much is buried in Norris’ America—guilt and grief and hypocrisy and repression.
Clybourne Park is a play that both annoys and amuses; it creeps up on you and makes you squirm. It seems to be obvious and turns out to be subtle. It seems to be an easy set-up and turns out to be complicated one. This is a bitter satire that makes us laugh while it indicts us.
Arden Theatre, 40 N. 2nd St. Through March 25. Tickets $29-45. Information: 215.922.1122 or www.ardentheatre.org,