Evangelism and investigative journalism share a passion to open other people's eyes to "the truth." As such, "This Beautiful City" impresses as a work of religious inquiry and engaged reportage. Steven Cosson and Jim Lewis weave first-person interviews in Christian boomtown Colorado Springs, conducted by theatrical community activists the Civilians, into a fascinating crazy quilt on faith's role in American life. Each side gets intel on its opponents, and some may be moved to question their own assumptions en route.
Evangelism and investigative journalism share a passion to open other people’s eyes to “the truth.” As such, “This Beautiful City” impresses as a work of religious inquiry and engaged reportage. Steven Cosson and Jim Lewis weave first-person interviews in Christian boomtown Colorado Springs, conducted by theatrical community activists the Civilians, into a fascinating crazy quilt on faith’s role in American life. Each side gets intel on its opponents, and some may be moved to question their own assumptions en route.
All agree this is a damn beautiful place, the Rockies’ purple majesty ever-present in a relief-map frontcloth and rear projection. After that, secularists and believers part company in a range of opinions the six Civilian witnesses elicited and now perform — and it’s a far broader range than many will anticipate.
“Is there a particular slant you would like to put on?” asks an early born-again interviewee fearing her portrayal as a right-wing whacko. Troupe certainly revels in instances of fundamentalist creepiness, such as an Air Force cadet trio boasting of their officially condoned evangelizing.
Call of a young pastor (Brad Heberlee) to register and vote in Jesus’ name is rendered as sleazily seductive, while an alternative newsman (Brandon Miller) gloating over Pastor Ted Haggard’s celebrated fall is taken in businesslike stride. Caricature is always applied to the right, whereas the arguments of atheists get a straightforward treatment (and usually the last word).
Yet it would be catastrophically incorrect to paint “This Beautiful City” as a one-sided diatribe, for the respect it shows to evangelists’ core beliefs — or, at least, to the human needs underlying those beliefs — is downright sublime.
“God is definitely doing something in this city,” asserts one radiant resident. As often as not, the play withholds judgment on a young mother (Emily Ackerman) blessing God for ending her meth addiction, or Haggard’s pastor son (Stephen Plunkett) explaining the heartfelt lessons to be learned from his father’s misdeeds. Those who profess to see a possible accommodation between warring camps are given the most sympathetic hearing.
Michael Friedman’s excellent score contributes to the evenhandedness. Wholly capturing the appeal of hard-driving Christian pop (“Take Me There” could become a genre standard), he even more skillfully translates prose emails and spoken monologues into fully shaped songs with build and balance.
It’s impossible to imagine Christian revival without its music, and thanks to Friedman, it’s easy to understand how music pulls people into pews.
“This Beautiful City” seems to have lost running time since its Louisville and D.C. engagements, but trimming may still help as it travels East to co-producer Vineyard Theater. Though it’s nominally structured around the rise and fall of Haggard (purchaser of males and meth), meandering side trips lend an unwelcome stop-and-start quality to act two.
But the visual variety afforded by Jason H. Thompson’s projections and David Weiner’s shimmering lighting maintains interest, and Neil Patel’s 3-D wall of geometric shapes plays host to photos, video clips and ever-shifting color in sync with show’s shifting moods.
The key to the Civilians’ strategy can be spotted in the morally complex story of Emmanuel Baptist Church, whose pastor outed himself to the congregation’s consternation.
Single-handedly, Marsha Stephanie Blake personalizes every side of the show’s larger debate: a traditionalist choir member who rejects this “gay stuff”; the disgraced pastor, secure in his new-found pride; and his soft-spoken replacement turning fire-and-brimstone while spouting solid common sense: “Stop looking at other folk to validate you … If don’t nobody lay hands on you, put your hands on your own head. Bless yo’self! Lose some weight! Wash your face! And get movin’!”
As troubled as the Civilians are about faith’s incursions on civil liberties, they also admire religion’s capacity to get folks to validate themselves and get movin’. Troupe has clearly thought long and hard about these issues, and so will any visitor to “This Beautiful City.”