I advise you to give up trying to figure out how everyone fits into assorted productions of Chekhov and just sit back and allow Christopher Durang's Harvard-honed wit and fine sense of camp to creep over you like a parlor game, directed with economy and finesse by the brilliant Nicholas Martin.
"Glass slippers are back!" shouts the sign outside the Broadway Theatre. And so is entertainment. It took Rodgers and Hammerstein's Cinderella 56 years to get to the Great White Way, but if the shoe still fits, flaunt it.
The Mountaintop does not aim to call Martin Luther King's life and legacy into question; rather, it hopes to make him a more relatable character -- he smokes, curses, and, yes, even goes to the bathroom.
Without surprise, James Earl Jones cannot help but impress anyone present by how much he loves his character "Hoke." Certainly Jones knows the racial issues contained in the play, as he knows his own from his real past.