Performing Arts: Theater
January 18, 2019
Nothing panics parents more than the absence of a teenage son or daughter after a night on the town. Too many bad things happen between the hours of midnight and 4 am. And considering today’s instantaneous communications’ options, a child’s silence is devastating.

That’s exactly what happens in the Broadway drama “An American Son” realistically penned by Christopher Demos-Brown and shaken alive by director Kenny Leon. When Kendra Ellis-Connor’s (Kerry Washington) son, Jamal, does not return home, she reports it to the Florida police, then whips around a core of anger and helplessness inside the steely lit, station waiting room.

Unremittingly pinging away at her phone, Kendra gets no response from her son, his friends or mothers of friends. All lines of communication are stilled. Expertly compounding her frustration, the officious young police officer refuses to give-up information. Unable to restrain herself, Kerri rages around him, begging, pleading for information; while he stalls, her gut tells her that it’s “definitely not alight.”

Around this nightmare bubbles and swirls a heady domestic, social and political drama. Born of a black mother who is a professor of psychology and white FBI father, the biracial Jamal (yes, there’s even fight about “Jamal’s” name being too “black”) attends a private school. Smart as a whip, he’s got growing pains and argues with Kendra before leaving home—in part because of an incendiary bumper sticker on his car.

When the assertive, imposing father, Scott (Steven Pasquale) arrives, answers begin to materialize. Coincidence? Perhaps the officer is impressed by his FBI badge—or his white maleness. After all, they both nod in agreement when officer Jordan whispers this despicable comment: “she goes from ghetto to nothing in zero flat.”

Soon the anger flips from the officer to the couple. She’s rightly horrified by the camaraderie between the two men. Then they begin to download their own unresolved affairs. Clearly, a sexual energy lingers between the two, but their marriage did not survive. A blame game unravels, spotlighting the domestic landmines. There’s the son who misses his father while simultaneously wanting to claim his black identity.

The dynamic between Scott and Kendra is dead on. In fact, the ensemble cast delivers a potently jarring portrait of life in America.

Demos-Brown invests this nonstop, contemporary drama with an unrelenting barrage of accusations and questions. Stirred to a neat chill by Leon, the show does not resolve the conflicts, merely airs them for public contemplation.
EYE ON THE ARTS, NY -- Celia Ipiotis

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