Chicago’s “Hamilton” may have also created a few new stars: Joshua Henry practically burned down the room where it happened, so impressive were his star turns as Aaron Burr; Chris De’Sean Lee was both mellifluous and hilarious in his twin roles of Marquis de Lafayette and Thomas Jefferson; and Jonathan Kirkland’s George Washington was an imposing and charismatic presence. Like our nation’s first president, Kirkland is a tall man who towers over his compatriots, all of whom are believably prepared to follow him into battle.
Given its location, perhaps it’s especially appropriate that the Chicago take on “Hamilton” is both forthright and sincere. It’s a mistake to assume that Midwesterners don’t appreciate irony; the laughter that erupted every time Burr raised a skeptical eyebrow is proof of that. And of course, Chicago knows all about bruising political battles; residents of the city Carl Sandburg called “the hog butcher for the world” are intimately familiar with how the sausage gets made.
But this is a “Hamilton” in which considered restraint often prevails, except in rare moments when anguished emotions break through the barriers of polite behavior. In that sense, the entire production — directed by Thomas Kail, who staged it on Broadway — reflects the considered approach of Miguel Cervantes, who offers a very different Hamilton than that of musical’s creator, Lin-Manuel Miranda, who played the title role in the Broadway production until he exited the show in July.
The most notable aspect of Cervantes’ performance is its attentiveness. His Hamilton ponders and listens; he yearns more than he burns. Physically, the actor gives Hamilton a coiled intensity, especially in the first act, when the hard-charging immigrant is building his reputation as one of the rising stars of the American revolution. Where Miranda’s Hamilton was insistent, insecure and quick to anger, Cervantes’ version of the man is anxious and watchful.
The first act’s core foursome of Lafayette, Hamilton, John Laurens (José Ramos) and Hercules Mulligan (Wallace Smith) instantly established a winning rapport, and their occasional moments of group harmony were a treat. “The Room Where It Happens,” which Henry filled with very effective operatic flourishes, may well have been the night’s apex; the wounded ferocity of his Burr, who stalks the stage with upright dignity and sinuous grace, is something to behold.
George Washington’s entrance in “Guns and Ships” supplies a frisson of excitement as well. Kirkland’s version of America’s president is more forceful Gospel preacher than smooth R&B crooner, but there was a winning sensitivity to his performance, especially during the spectacular “One Last Time.” His Washington is, in some respects, a square but kindly First Dad who cares a lot about how his “kids” are doing.
According to his cast biography, Lee just completed his junior year of college, but the actor playing Lafayette and Jefferson looked perfectly at home on stage with veteran performers, and his bounding energy was infectious. Given how much broad, sly and subtle humor the entire cast found in almost every scene, it’s almost unfair to single out the comic timing of Lee and Alexander Gemignani, who plays King George, but it’s hard to believe anyone on stage was having more fun than those two.
One priceless comedic moment came when Hamilton gave Eliza a stunned look as she began beatboxing during “Take a Break.” Hamilton’s deadpan shock was understandable. Afsar’s smiling Eliza is like one of Disney’s most upbeat princesses come to life, and though her voice is impressive, a little more shading in her performance would make her wholesome, pure version of the character a more logical fit with Cervantes’ pensive Hamilton.
In his dual roles as Philip, the youngest Hamilton, and John Laurens, the most idealistic of the revolutionary soldiers, Ramos deserves special notice for the supple strength and sweetness of his voice. As a whole, the company displays a crisp polish and the dancers executed Andy Blankenbuehler’s choreography with elegant energy. The music sounded terrific, though there were one or two moments in which it came close to drowning out the performers on stage, a slight hiccup that’s very likely to be worked out quickly.
As productions of “Hamilton” ripple out through the world, it’ll be fascinating to see what qualities and themes are highlighted in each new incarnation of the show. Few works of art are more concerned with the malleability of narratives, and it’s refreshing that the Chicago show, while remaining true to Miranda’s eclectic and optimistic vision, has several marked differences from the one that planted the original seeds of “Hamilton” mania. “Hamilton” will endure and evolve because the ideas that power it are as restless and contradictory as its title subject, and ideally each new group of performers will be able to create their own legacies of revolution and regret. That mutability feels appropriate for the story of a man who couldn’t stop creating and who lived several lifetimes in less than half a century.
“Vive la différence,” as Lafayette might say, and in that spirit, the case can be made that this production’s signature number is not “Hurricane” or even the always enjoyable “My Shot,” but “Dear Theodosia.” In the Chicago show, the primary emotion animating the fraught Burr-Hamilton relationship is wonderment: At various points, each man can’t quite believe how angry, annoyed, or grudgingly impressed he is. As their personal and political battle progresses, both men alternate between stoic determination and surprise at the fact that they care about each other’s antics as much as they do.
But hope has a way of undoing both men’s carefully constructed defenses; you can see it when Hamilton finally gets to command troops in the field, and it’s plain on Burr’s face when he’s certain his rival is about to endorse his presidential bid.
No spoilers on how that goes, but in “Dear Theodosia,” their strategies of repression lift for the best possible reasons. Both actors give the sentiments of the song shadings that are subtle but no less moving for their lack of pyrotechnics. To see their shared sense of wonder used in service of a song so hopeful and sweet felt indicative of where this production’s heart is: Camouflaged, perhaps, but right out in the open.
I’m more and more realizing just how beneficial it is to have Carli as one of our co-caps in this period for the NT. The team is in a transitional period, with a lot of vets retiring or being cut, and plenty of new players brought in to be tested out. It’s almost like one era of the team wrapping up and a new era starting. And the US, historically, has seen some big clashes in the past due to vets resisting change and things aren’t always pretty.
Carli was on the wrong side of the 07 clash and had to put up with being ostracized and bullied by the veterans of the team. She knows what it’s like to feel disrespected by a cliquey group of veterans. And so it’s nice to see her being so warm and welcoming to all these new players being called into camp. It’s great for the team that we have a captain who is so good at making new players feel comfortable with being called into the NT and to lessen any sort of divide forming between vets and rookies. The USWNT is gonna be going through a lot of change, and to have a captain really work at making sure we have one cohesive team rather than an ‘us v them’ thing will definitely help ease the way through this shift.
fandom: girl meets world pairing: riley matthews x lucas friar word count: 1,580 prompt: “who crawls through someone’s window at 4am to go for ice cream?” - written for day four of rucas fanfiction week! notes: so i went away from the prompt just a tad bit, but don’t worry it still involves rucas + 4am ice cream + him breaking into her room. this takes place when they’re in high school and have been together for two-ish years (so their junior year)
Cracking one eye open, Riley groans softly to herself. There has been an incessant tapping noise on her window for the last, oh five minutes, and for the first four she had convinced herself that it was the wind, and for the last 45 seconds she had been chalking it up to a dream, but she can’t escape the truth. Someone is outside her window and there’s a good chance that she’s about to get murdered.
The window isn’t locked, she can’t remember the last time it was, and her friends and family were always warning her that someday someone would realize her window was open and do something. Of course, it was always said with a smirk and laughter, but now, she was unarmed and someone was definitely coming to kill her.
She was going to die, and on her 17th birthday, how rude.