“We don’t ask for acceptance. We don’t ask for approval”

— spoken by Miss Roz, a transvestite.

The Colored Museum was recognized in 1986 as an important new work by up-and-coming playwright George C. Wolfe. It was chosen as the best new play in America by Crossroads Theater during the CBS/FDG New Plays Program, a nationwide search for new writing talent sponsored by CBS Inc. and the Foundation for the Dramatic Guild. Wolfe’s sketch-propelled play had its world premiere at Crossroads, where it is now having a revival in connection with the theater’s 30 anniversary season.

Generously filled with myth and madness — the myths behind stereotypes and the madness behind reality — “The Colored Museum” may be showing its age, but it remains an audacious if problematic entertainment focusing on cultural identities and racism. The entertainment factor is prominent, but the problems are also conspicuous in this production under the direction Rajendra Ramoon Maharaz. Overzealous in his approach and apparently unwilling to completely trust in the satirical thrust of the material, Maharaz too often pushes the performers over the edge of comical invention. Many of the play’s most sardonic and subtle points are missed in the general hysteria that engines this production. Rarely do the energetic and robust performers Inga Ballard Inga, Latonia Phipps, Derric Harris, Tiffany Jewel, and Timothy Ware land squarely on their targets.

The themes that Wolfe expounds upon in this early work are seen through the lens of a time-traveling fantasy, and as preserved for posterity through a comedic inventory of historical signposts. “Fasten your shackles” reads a sign aboard a celebrity slave ship.

Using comedy as the primary tool, Wolfe has imaginatively envisioned an exhibit of numerous black stereotypes that have existed through the years. While the play is a sincere, focused and often searing assault on a culture in the throes of transition and discovery, this production goes overboard to ignore the varying and subtler perspectives. It relies mainly on sheer overkill. This is observed mostly in scenes in which the performers tend to reduce their characters to the level of a cartoon.

The structure of Wolfe’s exhibit has been compiled to mix the pain of recognition with the pleasure of contradiction. The individual skits reveal aspects of African-American culture, as eager to discard old definitions as it is willing to embrace objectifying patterns.

There’s more brewing in Aunt Ethel’s “down home cooking show” than we can initially see. Standing in her own cauldron is the whimsically costumed chef a la Aunt Jemima who shows us how to stir up a couple of chocolate-dipped surprises. An amusing photo session — all “smiles and no pain” — at Ebony Magazine features a couple of high cheek-boned models. An episode wherein a Vietnam soldier is suddenly killed in battle and able to see into the future is poignantly prescient. But Miss Roz, a self-labeled “extra-terrestrial in patio pants” who boozes it up and rants away in a gay club called “The Bottomless Pit,” is almost unbearably abrasive.

Most of the 12 skits, including monologues and painful, soul-searching diatribes, run out of steam long before they are through. A promising skit about an expatriate chanteuse named La La L’Amazing Grace turns maudlin. In the now famous sketch called “The Last Mama-on-the-Couch – Play,” a passive Mama and her three grown and rebellious children deliver a hybrid piece of sitcom-edy that mocks every form of black-oriented dramaturgy from “Raisin in the Sun” to “Madea.”

The best and funniest sketch puts the spotlight on a woman as she carefully puts on her makeup. She is flanked at her dressing table by a pair of wigs, one blonde and one afro, who hilariously begin to challenge each other as to which one is better suited for the occasion.

Adam Koch’s effective set design evokes a dark and dingy wooden-walled museum storehouse cluttered with vintage posters, artifacts, signs, strewn pieces of clothing, and an American flag. Lighting designer Josh Bradford’s keeps the spotlight on the action. Costume designer Catherine Homa-Roccio appears to have had fun dressing the company in various garbs and getups. Arthur Toombs deserves credit for his fine drumming accompaniment.

The successful launching in 1986 of “The Colored Museum” at Crossroads led to a long-running engagement at the Public Theater, where Wolfe would eventually become its artistic director. He has since expanded his horizons to become a lauded Broadway director and film director (“Lackawanna Blues” for HBO and the just released “Nights in Rodanthe”).

“The Colored Museum,” through Sunday, October 5, Crossroads Theater, 7 Livingston Avenue, New Brunswick. 732-545-8100.

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