NEW YORK, NY.- Rapid-fire punchlines and crafty sight gags may not seem the most obvious means to convey a brutal history of displacement and extermination. But Between Two Knees, which opened at the Perelman Performing Arts Center in Manhattan on Tuesday, uses both in an audaciously sidesplitting comedy thats an indictment of Native American persecution.
The shows antic account of Indigenous struggle was written by the 1491s, an intertribal sketch comedy troupe that includes Sterlin Harjo, a creator of Reservation Dogs. The action is bookended by two deadly standoffs: the 1890 massacre at Wounded Knee, where U.S. soldiers killed as many as 300 members of the Lakota Sioux tribe, and the occupation of that site in 1973 by the American Indian Movement and its supporters, who were protesting government injustice.
A narrator named Larry (Justin Gauthier) welcomes the audience with the casual air of a stand-up breaking in the crowd, saying that Indians have experienced some pretty dark stuff. White audience members are warned that guilt pangs lie ahead and encouraged to assuage them by depositing donations into a basket being passed around. Dont be cheap now, Larry prods. I promise, when you leave, you will still own everything.
Playful daggers like these are cloaked throughout the production, directed with ingenuity and finesse by Eric Ting, with a vaudeville-style emphasis on amusement and artifice.
When we meet Ina (a wryly deadpan Sheila Tousey) clutching her baby during the Wounded Knee massacre, for example, an ensemble member demonstrates the severity of Inas wounds by detaching her false arm and absconding offstage with it. (Victims of the siege, many of them women and children, were unarmed.) A red streamer unfurls from Inas shoulder like a clowns handkerchief, the shows recurring signifier of bloodshed.
Inas murder starts a multigenerational story that follows her descendants turmoil through the 20th century: Inas orphaned son Isaiah (Derek Garza) and his love interest, Irma (Shyla Lefner), defeat the wicked nuns at their Native American boarding school (a video game-style showdown with witty projections by Shawn Duan) to become vigilantes. Their son William, aka Wolf (Shaun Taylor-Corbett), departs to fight in World War II. A cascade of soapy twists, including a baby left on a doorstep, eventually leads the family back to Wounded Knee.
Its a lot of ground to cover, as Larry admits during a more unwieldy second act. Presented jointly by Yale Repertory Theater and the Oregon Shakespeare Festival, where the play was commissioned as part of a series on U.S. history, Between Two Knees takes creative advantage of the fact that much of its subject matter will be unfamiliar to viewers who are not Native Americans, gathering a sprawl of historical incidents into a fictional family-tree narrative.
The inventive staging includes caricature-skewering costumes by Lux Haac and shape-shifting scenery by Regina García, which help this pageant-on-steroids production imbue even the most devastating atrocities with elements of surprise and delight; several are marked by musical numbers (original songs are by Ryan RedCorn, with choreography by Ty Defoe). The ensemble of eight inhabits a head-spinning roster of characters with unfaltering versatility, including James Ryen as an array of strongmen and Rachel Crowl as zany villain types.
The 1491s Harjo, Dallas Goldtooth, Migizi Pensoneau, RedCorn and Bobby Wilson revel in mocking ignorant stereotypes with self-conscious irreverence. They also point to the self-soothing of pro forma rituals like land acknowledgments, which gloss over legacies of slaughter while asking little more than cursory attention from chastised listeners.
That Between Two Knees manages to tickle so ferociously with one hand and seize throats with the other is a rare feat. Maybe this time the lesson will finally stick.
Between Two Knees
Through Feb. 25 at the Perelman Performing Arts Center, Manhattan; pacnyc.org. Running time: 2 hours, 30 minutes.
This article originally appeared in
The New York Times.