Review of the Wednesday, November 11, 2026 matinee performance at the James Earl Jones Theatre in New York City. Starring Solea Pfeiffer, Liisi LaFontaine, Ledisi, Luke James, Bradley Jaden, Aurelia Williams and Awa Sal Secka. Book and lyrics by Angelica Cheri. Music by Ross Baum. Orchestrations by John Clancy. Scenic design by Beowulf Boritt. Costume design by Emilio Sosa. Lighting design by Adam Honore. Video and projection design by Stefania Bulbarella. Sound design by Gareth Owen. Choreography by Chelsey Arce. Direction by Stevie Walker-Webb. 2 hours 30 minutes including one intermission.
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Wanted is a show that I really wanted to love. Clearly, the people behind the first new musical of the season were desperate to make us love it. Unfortunately, that desperation pervades this production in pretty much every facet of it. This is not to say that there aren't some good things to say about this messy, if well-intentioned, show. But for every positive there seems to be a corresponding negative.
The lighting design by Adam Honore is really terrific - the color palate he is using here is stunning, and the layered effects are often exciting. There are times, however, when the important details are washed out by Stefania Bulbarella's video and projection designs, which often come out of nowhere (silhouettes of horses race across the top of the proscemium? Why?) and, most unfortunately, the flickering of images and their unexpected movement upstage frequently draw attention away from the action. I cannot stress enough how often this happens. These intrusive images also take away from Beowulf Boritt's interesting and constantly changing unit set, with its tall wooden beams and movable sections that seamlessly transform into a variety of locales. Emilio Sosa, usually a reliable costuming artist, is hit or miss here. While the ladies and gents of Texas look amazing in their Western garb (think high end Gunsmoke), there are the appalling costumes of the kinfolk, dressed all in white - I think they are supposed to be ghosts - but they look more like the muses from Xanadu by way of A Strange Loop and Disney's Hurcules, than the ancestral heritage they are supposed to represent. And what is with that last outfit he has Martha in? Less outlaw than say Johnny Cash playing at being Catwoman. Finally, another master designer who has really misstepped here is sound guru Gareth Owen, who has done well with making the spoken dialogue crystal clear, while the balance between the vocalists and the orchestra renders every song virtually unintelligible most of the time.
It is pretty clear that the creative team is not all on the same page, and the fault in that lays squarely at the feet of director Stevie Walker-Webb. After two out of town tryouts and a preview period, you'd think he would have taken some time and a judicious pair of scissors to the piece. First, and most importantly, is this a Western yarn, with train robberies, shootouts and saloon girls, or is it a meditation on the results of the Reconstruction, or is it a concept musical where past meets present via heritage and history? I suppose all three could work together with some focus. Perhaps most troubling is his penchant for allowing so much overt pandering to the audience. Afraid to lose us, he's allowed the volume to go way up instead of letting any beauty there is to the music and book speak for itself. He uses comic relief to good effect (Awa Sal Secka and Aurelia Williams are gems, and are not to blame for anything here), but then allows the two former slaves turned maids to come dangerously close to Gone With the Wind sterotypes by way of The Jeffersons. And about the Kinfolk I mentioned earlier... they could have made an important and interesting point, but as portrayed here, they overplay to the audience by design - made clear by the separate bows accorded to the two worst offenders - and more often then not, interrupt any momentum and are literally in the way of the action. Their choreography (by Chelsey Arce) is an odd mash up ghostly flailing and what I think are attempts to pay homage to African tribal rituals, which again, present a problem in terms of sightlines. As the show now stands, it would have been wise to cut them altogether.
Credit where it is due, Angelica Cheri's book is a pretty fair handed tribute to her great great aunts, the Clarke sisters. She does not paint them as saints, but rather as flawed, often misguided women who are strong and well-meaning. It is where these women grapple with the right and wrong, fairness and vigilante justice, that the book gets interesting and shows what might have been. In all fairness, I can't really comment on the lyrics because they are virtually unintelligible throughout between the sound issues and an overindulgence in riffing and longheld notes - which the crowd lapped it up, to be sure. But when those notes and trills, etc. are done to the point that you lose track of what they are singing about, it is not a positive. The plentiful (and I do mean plentiful) number of songs here (music by Ross Baum, orchestrations by John Clancy) range from western tinged pop and country to gospel inspired tunes. Unfortunately, there isn't enough variety to sustain a two and half hour show that feels that long by the end of act one. I love a good anthem, and I love a character-driven power ballad, but when that's pretty much all there is, it gets tedious.
Where I can't find fault is in the casting, which is uniformly top-notch. Despite my feelings about the way the Kinfolk are utilized here, they are all talented. The same can be said for the other half of the ensemble, the Townspeople. Pointedly (a good thing in this case and context), the Kinfolk are all Black and the Townspeople are all white - an important distinction as the Clarke sisters exist in both worlds. I wish both halves of the ensemble were used to better effect. There is no blurriness to them: the Kinfolk are 100% benevolent, while the Townsfolk are clearly the villains. Only once did they mix, in a sequence (was it a dream? I'm not sure) where they danced in bi-racial couples, and that was, at least, interesting.

L to R: Solea Pfeiffer, Bradley Jaden, Luke James and Liisi LaFontaine
The clear villain of the piece (the poor guy does all but twirl his moustache and tie his girl to the train tracks) is valiantly played by Bradley Jaden, who is a strong presence throughout and manages to bring a good amount of depth to such a stereotype. He even sells some bad dialogue, such as when he finds out his wife is Black and hits her with "You are disgusting!" Really? That's all a racist former slave owner would say? The clearly good guy in the mix is also played valiantly by Luke James, whose soul-searching ballad, "Invisible," is not only one of the few songs I could understand completely, but is also a standout in quality thematically.
Acclaimed singer Ledisi is a formidable presence as Tallulah Clarke, the long suffering, endlessly strong mother. Hers is a performance of understatement and quiet power - a nice departure from the general din of the rest. She has an amazing voice, even when you can't understand what she's singing. I look forward to seeing her in something more worthy of her gifts. The same can be said for the two women playing her daughters.
In the grand Broadway tradition of the Sherwood sisters of Wonderful Town and the Hilton sisters of Side Show, the strong sibling bond of the Clarke sisters is what keeps Wanted from going completely off the rails. What a treasure trove the company has in Solea Pfeiffer (Mary) and Liisi LaFontaine (Martha), who are positively triumphant over the mediocrity that they are enveloped in. Both wring out every bit of nuance they can from their roles as Black women who use their ability to "pass" to gain everything their hearts desire, legally or not. Theirs is a constant battle between right and wrong, between justice and compliance. Both actresses are at their best when the plot gets interesting. They thrive in the murkiness. It is hard to take their side sometimes, and easy when they are most defiant. They both have terrific voices, and, thankfully have ample opportunity to sing alone and together where they aren't fighting to be heard over the orchestra.
The principal cast - the two leading ladies especially - make this worth seeing, but more often than not, I was left wanting.
📸: J. Cervantes






















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