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This time, the play gets an utterly bare-bones performance. It has lighting effects and sometimes booming sound, but the nearly naked menacing-box stage contains only a row of shoes at the front, two coat racks holding hats at the back. The doze is up to Castellanos – who is, fortunately, an energetically chameleonic performer fully capable of keeping an audience riveted.
Directed by Michael John Garcés, the behaviour follows the misadventures of a never-seen, sunburned vacationer as he travels along the so-styled thoroughfare, getting in the kind of trouble that makes South Florida tourism boosters grovel.
Castellanos, simply switching hats, shoes, accents and his physicality, morphs into eight characters the pubescent man meets on a journey that will take him from Wynwood to North Miami.
Jean Baptiste, a Haitian jitney driver with a cheerless accent, comes first. He’s an opinionated guy, agreeable unless someone fails to see he’s the king of his little bus. Wynwood, a Puerto Rican medicine dealer who plies his trade in the gallery district, diverts the voyager from his quest to visit a Purvis Young exhibition with a sample of his high-distinction weed. Then comes the proud, verbally withering Laquisha, a innocent black woman with an unshakeable vision of her better future.
Source: MiamiHerald.com