![]() ![]() Willy has started mysteriously crashing his car it’s become so bad that he can’t make the trip from Brooklyn to New England, his long-standing sales territory. He’s like a peripatetic trumpeter-always a sideman, never a bandleader-whose fingers remember their patterns long after his breath has gone short. He’s a not so successful salesman who nonetheless can’t quit his patter, having grown so accustomed to the rhythms of his verbose trade that, as we discover early in the play, he’s been talking to people who aren’t even there. (The production comes from London, where it was highly acclaimed.) After all, Willy’s got a quite understandable case of the blues, and he’s supremely susceptible to the dream-selling in which Game so flagrantly indulges. Believe me, O, Glorious People! You are great and we are sooo fantastic.Īll of this helps me understand why Pierce, a kind of jazzman of the acting art, was picked to play Willy Loman in the new, weirdly uneven Broadway revival of Arthur Miller’s “Death of a Salesman,” from 1949, directed by Miranda Cromwell at the Hudson Theatre. We could go on and on about me, but we have a lot of stuff to do and tonight’s proceedings are all about you. ![]() I became famous for my financial twerking that showed folks how to make money, without even the money working. ![]() Here are some of Game’s lines, delivered with cruel and thrilling verve by Pierce: Recently, he made a guest appearance on the genre-spanning album “The Ever Fonky Lowdown,” by his high-school friend Wynton Marsalis, as Game, a harshly satiric carnival barker and master of ceremonies. Like Antoine Batiste, Pierce is from New Orleans, and is highly interested in music. If acting is an art of compression-where one movement or inflection is meant to crystallize whole social contexts and highly particular ways of being-Pierce achieved a rare mastery in “Treme.” Antoine moves through “Treme” ’s ambling milieu like a tune through a song, subject to surprising developments but always recognizably himself, suggesting a wildness and a soulful depth beyond the borders of the screen. I liked him better in the less plot-dependent “Treme,” also by Simon, in which he plays Antoine Batiste, a wily, tricksterish New Orleans jazz trombonist who finds his calling as a public-school music teacher. Pierce is probably best known for playing the wisecracking detective Bunk in “The Wire,” created by David Simon. Often, it’s something you won’t find spelled out in the script. His stocky, solid body, fraught with intention, moves decisively: he twitches a shoulder or points a finger and you know what he means to get across. At his finest, his scratchy, searching baritone can make the melody of a sentence carry meaning beyond its words. It’s his job to carry a story forward, but he’s best enjoyed on the basis of individual line readings and gestures. Watching Wendell Pierce act is more like listening to music than it is like taking in a play. ![]()
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