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But Anyanwu and Timpo give it lift and breath.
Not because Anyanwu cant go there as a performer, but becauseGood Griefis interested in something else.
But Jason Ardizzone-Wests scenic design doesnt give us the suburbs of Bucks County.
Sometimes Nkechi is able to edit what were seeing Im sorry …
I just, she stammers in trying to recall M.J.s funeral, I wanna get this part right.
It was actually more like this … but not always.
Im still a good girl, Dad.
I mean,woman.
Im just taking a little more time off, she says to her father (Oberon K.A.
Was he your huzban?
Carrying on like it was YOU who lost your life.
What did you lose?
You have a mothah and fathah.
You have evryting … you better move … You cant just stop.
Who are you to cry?
Their scene is intimate, personal, playful: Spoon me!
Nene insists, Its nice!
Its what couples do now.
When Papas indignant confusion finally gives way, he agrees, but he wants to be little spoon.
Nkechis journey through the underworld isnt a solemn funeral march but a mix of tones and tempos.
Nkechi needles her swaggering brother, Like a character onThe Wire… We live in Bucks County, homie.
You worried about the way I talk?
You aint white, you know that right?
… Bitch, you know we got the same education.
And Nkechi scores the point: Oh, I know cause you got some of that shit twice.
This weed is mad strong.
Many, many moments of it, before Nkechi ventures a quiet, It was a really nice service.
You wont let me disappear, right?
In its final moments, a play that has taken place entirely at night is filled with light.
Nkechi and her brother quip simultaneously).
A rite of passage, Nkechi learns, must involve some forgetting.
A memory play is no place to live.
Good Griefis at the Vineyard Theatre through November 18.
*Note: The attribution of this quote has been corrected.
