Review: “A Letter to Lyndon B. Johnson or God” Delivers
A Letter to Lyndon B. Johnson or God: Whoever Reads This First
Written, directed, and performed by Xhloe Rice and Natasha Roland
Presented at SoHo Playhouse
15 Vandam St., Manhattan, NYC
February 8-22, 2025
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Natasha Roland and Xhloe Rice. Photo by Morgan Mcdowell. |
A Letter to Lyndon B. Johnson or God acquaints us with a pair of boy scouts during LBJ’s 1963-1969 presidency. Ace (Natasha Roland) is the (outwardly) tough one, a “decorated” scout proficient at the expected young male activities; and one of a large crop of brothers in his family, including at least one soldier. His close friend Grasshopper (Xhloe Rice), or Hop, lives with only his grandmother, leaving a gap where he wishes a father figure were, and the occasional stuttering hesitance or physical stumble that Rice gives him in performance marks him as the ‘soft’ one of the duo. Ace and Hop recount tales of their youthful escapades, such as sneaking out to see LBJ’s train pass through their town or pranking one of their camp counselors, but we also catch glimpses around the margins of less idyllic experiences, events which, as the show goes on, occasionally erupt from those margins into clear light of the center, no longer suggestion but cold fact. Throughout, and alongside an ever-present awareness of the never-named Vietnam War, a folktale-style narrative of a boy’s journey in pursuit of manhood acts as an evocative contrapuntal echo to Ace and Hop’s own journeys towards (male) adulthood.
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Natasha Roland and Xhloe Rice. Photo by Morgan Mcdowell. |
In addition to the offstage audience, the production invites spectators to occupy seats along three sides of the stage for an up-close view of the astounding physicality of the performances. In their solid scouting uniforms, face, and limbs, Ace and Hop look like they might be mid-adventure in Neverland, while daubs of red on their cheeks (and Ace's nose) hint at the clowning that infuses Rice and Roland's brand of physical theater. The pair work beautifully as a unit whether playing harmonica (appropriate both to the 1960s and to the wilderness type or soldier far from home), pushing or riding or crawling through the single large tire that is the set's only ornament, delivering silly vaudeville style runners, or conjuring up moments of moving pathos. A Letter to Lyndon B. Johnson or God is a well-oiled machine of invigorating movement, wonderfully atmospheric lighting and sound design (the former by Angelo Sagnelli), interlocking narratives, and effectively deployed silences. When Hop expresses his hope to Ace that they will do what they are doing now forever, the audience might see a reflection of its feelings about this fast-moving, funny, and bittersweet play.
-John R. Ziegler and Leah Richards
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