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Theres conversation, and then theres The Conversation.
One is small talk, the other big.
As such,Jordansjoins a long, rich tradition, one that has been particularly vigorous in recent years.
Twenty or so minutes later, he added, Okay …whatare you doing?
I wont spoil anything major, but the show makes clear early on that were going on aride.
you could feel it in the tone the bubbles and cracks in the slick semblance of normalcy.
Atlas hosts photo and video shoots, launch parties, and whatever else.
Its the kind of place where anything can happen for a price, Olujobis stage directions note dryly.
It isnt a subtle image, but its central to Olujobis project.
… Like, who has to be the mom, the babysitter, and the maid?
… Who is literally slaving away, morning till night, nonstop, and not getting any credit?
its still an observation with a whole-ass leg to stand on.
Jordan already lives in a nightmare.
I work in an office owned by an evil succubus, staffed by little L-train demons, she shudders.
Then Jordan shows up.
Ill call him Guy-Jordan for clarity.
They were set up to fail, and many are noweither leavingorbeing jettisonedas people again look the other way.
But Jordans own cynical truth-speaking comes with a cost.
My soul has left the building, and I have to make peace with that every day.
Whether they fight or fuck (they do both), its all just a matter of competition.
Thats a sad, potent center for a play, butJordansdoesnt quite manage to land the plane.
As Olujobi pushes further and further into the surreal, things start to feel underbaked.
But it hasnt gone far enough at either end of the satirical spectrum.
Jordansis at the Public Theater through May 12.
