MY MAÑANA COMES Send This Review to a Friend
A searing, ultimately upsetting superbly enacted four- person ensemble drama, “My Mañana Comes,” written by Elizabeth Irwin, offers something poignant to say about those who struggle behind the scenes in tough
restaurant jobs, especially if they are illegal immigrants.
The play, directed with compelling intensity by Chay Yew, introduces us to Jason Bowen as Peter, an African-American working hard to support his family, and three co-workers—José Joaquín Pérez as Jorge, Brian Quijada as Whalid and Reza Salazar as
Pepe.
The kitchen set by Wilson Chin establishes an atmosphere of realism, augmented by the men rushing in and out to serve patrons and working
after the meals to do assorted chores. The playwright gives them opportunities to take the spotlight and face the audience as they express their dreams about the lives they are trying to build, as for example, getting enough money to return to home to loved ones.
With the extraordinarily convincing performances, we get to know the men and their aspirations. But all is thrown into turmoil when management decides to cut their working hours and thereby reduce the
pay they need so badly.
Peter wants to lead a work stoppage and counts on the solidarity of the other three. When that doesn’t happen, he is consumed by anger and does something unforgivably terrible.
The play, although it has its share of humor, invites us to think about so many who toil in assorted jobs and
the daily struggles they endure, sometimes under perilous circumstances.
“My Mañana Comes” is an offering by The Playwrights Realm. At the Peter Jay Sharp Theater, 416 West 42nd Street. Reviewed September 18, 2014.
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