The Sunday of Memorial Day weekend was the perfect time to join the ensemble at The Black Rep for Crossin’ Over, but I’m not sure there could ever be a wrong time to see this remarkable show. I laughed, I cried, I danced in my seat, and if I weren’t so damn white, I’d have waved my hands, stomped my feet and fully participated in the call and response. I felt like Jake at the church in The Blues Brothers who got woke by the preacher (James Brown) and cartwheeled down the aisle in a blaze of sunshine. I was that moved, and this show is a visceral experience you won’t soon forget.

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ST. LOUIS, Mo. - On June 12, 2016, the largest episode of civilian gun violence in the history of the US occurred in Orlando, Florida at the Pulse Nightclub. That night, the massacre took the lives of 49 LGBTQ, Latinx, and allied people.

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“April, Come She Will,” by Paul Simon is a song using the months of the year as metaphors, and when he gets to August, he no longer seems to feel the promise of spring and early summer, but only the sense that the year is now in decline, “dying.” That was more or less my experience last night at the Gaslight’s Theatre’s production of August: Osage County. I felt like the much-lauded Tracy Letts play wasn’t entirely well-served by the company, but there are good reasons for that, which I’ll get to in the course of this review.

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