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<title>
May 04, 1992: Reviews:Theater
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1992
May 04, 1992 Why Roe v. Wade Is Already Moot
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<source>Time Magazine</source>
<hdr>
REVIEW, Page 78
THEATER
Triple Threat
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<p>By WILLIAM A. HENRY III
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<p> TITLE: Jelly's Last Jam
AUTHOR: Music by Jelly Roll Morton; Lyrics by Susan
Birkenhead; Book by George C. Wolfe
WHERE: Broadway
</p>
<p> THE BOTTOM LINE: Dancer-singer-actor Gregory Hines redeems
a muddled attempt to liberate the black musical.
</p>
<p> The phrase "black musical" usually means either a gospel
rafter-rattler or a nightclub evening of raunch and funk,
typically highlighted by frenzied tap dancers and some enormous
female singer with a voice like a howitzer. There have been
exceptions that accorded blacks roles of dignity and depth (the
richest emotionally, Dreamgirls, ironically was crafted by
whites). But the norm is jumping and jiving, as in the new Five
Guys Named Moe and the amiable gumbo of jubilant New Orleans
sounds The High Rollers.
</p>
<p> Playwright George C. Wolfe, best known for his unsparing
satire in The Colored Museum, plainly has grander ambitions in
mind for Jelly's Last Jam, a biography of composer and
performer Jelly Roll Morton. The show is as much a review of
Morton's racial politics and ethnic fealty as of his musical
contribution as the asserted "inventor of jazz." The central
plot point is that Morton was of mixed-race Creole ancestry and
prided himself on his relative whiteness, even while immersing
himself in, and transforming, black music. The show's theme is
that neither he nor any black composer can truly claim to be a
creator; they are sounding boards in which a heritage
reverberates. These are provocative notions, but they are
inadequately explored. As his own director, Wolfe indulges a
taste for old-fashioned, tacky production numbers that outshout
the ideas.
</p>
<p> The show takes a long time getting started, ends rather
abruptly, and is needlessly vulgar along the way, including a
prolonged bout of simulated sexual intercourse at center stage.
Some of the stage effects bring unintended laughter from the
audience, as does much of the pseudospiritual dialogue for Keith
David, in an impossible role mingling elements of Death, Satan
and St. Peter. And Morton himself remains a sketchy figure
whose few bits of trademark bad behavior are repeated over and
over.
</p>
<p> Yet if Jelly's Last Jam fails as dramaturgy, it succeeds
much of the time as bouncy entertainment, thanks to four
people. Mary Bond Davis is a first-rate upholstered mama. Tonya
Pinkins is sultry, sharp-tongued and sweet-voiced as Morton's
love interest. Savion Glover, 18, outdoes his own brilliant best
in tap-dancing the role of the young Jelly. And as the mature
Jelly, Gregory Hines vibrates with the kind of glorious
triple-threat talent -- as singer, dancer and actor -- that
Broadway used to revel in but hardly ever witnesses anymore.
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