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PicksInSix Review: Topdog/Underdog-Steppenwolf Theatre Company

 
 

Sterling Version of “Topdog/Underdog” at Steppenwolf!
PicksInSix® Review | Guest Contributor | Ronald Keaton

There is a great deal to admire about the fast-moving production of “Topdog/Underdog” at Steppenwolf, now running through November 1 in their Downstairs Theater. Originally done here in a lauded 2003 production, this sterling version of the remarkable Suzan-Lori Parks play lives up to every bit of expectation a theatregoer might conjure. The writer won a Pulitzer, after all. And it's steered by one of America's great, innovative directors in Kenny Leon, whose previous experience with this piece would seem to offer an expert's path to its fruition.

Let's begin with the language in the play. Ms. Parks has created an endlessly rhythmic verbal sound with a tempo and pace that rapidly pulls us along. It's nothing short of miraculous in its thoroughly absorbing word-music approach to the story, while in the next moment, it's guttural and emotional and rhapsodic all at once. It's a unique retelling of the Cain and Abel saga of two brothers sharing a dingy apartment—appropriately depressing and sparse in its design by Arnulfo Maldonado with gorgeous noir lighting by Lee Fiskness—as both try to survive as best they can. Then again, these brothers have been given names that rival any pair in American history for recognition and impact—Lincoln and Booth. Once we understand that they were saddled with parents of a dubious humor, we can go along for the ride of a lifetime—literally so.

Mr. Leon conducts all this so eloquently. Such conflicting ebb and flow lives in one moment, while a kind of intellectual rocket is strapped to the next in everything that is said—impactful and immediate in its layers of poetic persuasion. Enough praise cannot be offered for his guidance here, with some of the best directing strokes seen in Chicago at present from a current master of the trade.

Okay, consider some brass tacks. The brothers are thrown together in survival mode from their boyhood abandonment by their parents. And they've been stuck there. There's only one bed and no bathroom in the apartment unit they share. It belongs to Booth (a riveting, cutting portrayal by Steppenwolf ensemble member Namir Smallwood), who has no job and doesn't seem to mind it, as he's always looking for a bigger score. He constantly works on his slick three-card monte moves and patter—he has even named himself "Three-Card"—as he attempts to take up his brother's old way of working. Lincoln (Steppenwolf ensemble member Glenn Davis, so intense and emotionally committed), on the other hand, has been in limbo since his wife dumped him and simply wants to hang on to his new job as a Lincoln impersonator, complete with whiteface, at the arcade down the street. He studiously avoids the deck of cards, despite his legend, as he doesn't wish to be drawn back into hustling yet again.

But Lincoln loses his job at the arcade—budget cuts being the culprit—and the temptation of the street threatens to envelop him again. Booth tries to convince him that it's a righteous move and wants to learn more from his brother to make himself the street king he wishes to be. The brothers reflect each other in all this until a moment between them changes everything into its own kind of tragic mirror at its nadir.

This needs to be said: the chemistry between two great actors is palpable and consistent. Both these men own a real hand in sharing the Parks language and the endless rhythms so elegantly built in. Mr. Davis and Mr. Smallwood challenge each other as peers and as talents here, eye to eye. What a pleasure to see truly committed actors at the top of their game.

GUEST CONTRIBUTOR | RONALD KEATON received an Equity Jeff Award for the performance of his one-man show CHURCHILL. Coming soon, his new solo play about Ben Franklin, THE FIRST EMBASSY. www.solochicagotheatre.com.

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Steppenwolf Theatre Company
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Topdog/Underdog
Downstairs Theater
1650 N. Halsted St.
through November 1, 2026

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PicksInSix Review: You Will Get Sick - Steppenwolf Theatre Company

 
 

Electric performances, Impressive Illusions, Frustrating Script. 
PicksInSix® Review | Guest Contributor | Catey Sullivan

The irrevocable breakdown of the human body comes for all of us sooner or later, the inevitable manifestation of the most primal fear. Coping when you can no longer deny your end is nigh is a treacherous obstacle course of grieving, profundity, surrealism and gallows humor. Or so it is in Steppenwolf Theatre’s production of Noah Diaz’ “You Will Get Sick,” directed by Steppenwolf Co-Artistic Director, Audrey Francis. But for all its undeniable humor and electric performances, “You Will Get Sick” ultimately delivers a confused web of references that are more baffling than meaningful. 

The plot magically moves through time and space (terrific magic and illusion design by Skylar Fox) as a something-like-friendship develops between Callan (Steppenwolf ensemble member Amy Morton) and an unnamed man suffering from a  mysterious illness (Steppenwolf Ensemble Member Namir Smallwood). Smallwood makes the man rich, layered, and just cryptic enough to add a dash of mystery to the proceedings. His illness is never named, but his symptoms are horrific. His legs give way from under him. His smile has gone lopsided. He bleeds and vomits hay. To deal with telling his family, he plans a rehearsal. He’ll pay a stranger to call him, and to listen to him divulge his illness. Callan answers the flier he puts on a phone pole.

As Smallwood’s garish symptoms become more debilitating, Callan and the sick man form a singular bond. But this is no “Beaches.” Their relationship is as contractual as it is emotional. Callan charges every time she wipes the sick man’s brow. 

Diaz wraps a layer of magical realism around the bleak plot. Dinosaur-like birds are plucking humans up for dinner. A latter day snake oil salesman (Steppenwolf Ensemble member Cliff Chamberlain, quadruple cast and displaying comic brilliance as an overly earnest acting student) peddles “bird insurance.” Set designer Andrew Boyce pays a striking homage to Hitchcock’s 1963 masterpiece, “The Birds” (specifically the jungle gym scene where a playground is overtaken by winged predators). There are also repeated references to “The Wizard of Oz.” Late in the 85-minute drama, we see a replica of Dorothy’s costume in the 1939 movie, Raquel Adorno’s recreation detailed down to the bows on those iconic ruby slippers.

In addition to Royce’s towering web of a set (complete with massive reveal), “You Will Get Sick” is bolstered by Jen Shriever ’s lighting which veers from golden to blackout, all of it deployed with cinematic verve.

None of the above can stop the script from spiraling into whimsy. The final moments feel abrupt and incomplete. “You Will Get Sick” brings up a universally relatable existential crisis – but in the end, it is more nonsensical than not.

GUEST CONTRIBUTOR | CATEY SULLIVAN has been covering Chicago theater for more than 30 years. Her work has been published in the Chicago Sun-Times, Chicago Reader, Windy City Times, Playbill, Chicago Magazine, Chicago Tribune and New City, among others. She has an MFA in creative writing from the University of Illinois. 

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Steppenwolf Theatre Company
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You Will Be Sick
Downstairs Theater
1650 N. Halsted St.
through July 20, 2025


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