Angels in America: The Book, The HBO series, and Isolation, Cracked Wide Open

Angels in America: The Book, The HBO series, and Isolation, Cracked Wide Open

“History is about to crack wide open. Millennium Approaches.”

Angels in America. Part One.

It has been sitting near me for months and months, the book with the iconic angel wings on the cover, and I can’t quite understand my hesitation. Every time I have had the opportunity to literally dive into the eight-hour world of Tony Kushner’s epic masterpiece Angels in America, I have relished the moment and the thought, barely hesitating a minute before getting a ticket to see it on stage. But the book held itself back from me for some reason. I couldn’t really comprehend why. Maybe it was the structure of “The World Only Spins Forward”, an expanded interview-style dissection that was first published as a blockbuster ‘Slate’ cover story built from the ground up by nearly 250 interviews on the history of Kushner’s play.  Fueled by the historic twenty-fifth anniversary of that Broadway premiere – a production I was so fortunate to see so many years ago – the writers Isaac Butler and Dan Kois laid out their constructive thesis in the most exquisite account of how Angels in America went from a dream-revealed to become one of the most iconic plays of modern American theatre, culminating with a magnificent Broadway revival in 2018. 

Through vibrant and detailed conversations with actors, directors, producers, crew, and Kushner himself, the storytelling creation unfolds, revealing all of the on and offstage drama, equal to what lies within the text of this great formidable play. Historians and critics debate, digest, and flesh out the dynamics, finding an honorable place for the play within American culture, the AIDS crisis, civil rights triumphs, Reaganism, all the way to our current era, rich in parallels and conflict. The timeline introspection soars, from it’s surprisingly “gritty” San Francisco premiere to the much-heralded 2018 National Theatre, London, and Broadway rival. The World Only Spins Forward is a thrilling excavation of majestic theatrical history, laid out with meticulous detail and debate, chronicling the herculean efforts required by so many to bring this astonishingly complicated piece of art to the stage. It’s fascinating and complicated, while also unearthing an uplifting heart-wrenching tale of pain, sadness, death, and determined triumph. I found myself overwhelmed with tears without warning when reading this book, and humbled by the revelations of passionate sophistication by all involved. Each and every character in the play and it’s creation are given space to be understood in ways that are almost unfathomable when the idea hits first. 

Justin Kirk in HBO’s Angels in America

The interlude chapters named after each of the characters is revolutionary in its detailed dissection, with actors filling out the unknown spaces for us to debate and breath in. The space and time given to the kernel of their truth are embraced with a full-hearted sob of joy, and the pacing and investigatory detail is astoundingly deliberate. To be that determined and that utterly engaged in the political and theatrical history of our world, and to have the grace of these angels to bear witness to the foundations of this theatrical achievement is a gift to us all, especially those who are culturally engaged in theatre, history, and our troubled complicated world that we see crumbling around us. This book is required reading to all of us who want this world to keep spinning forward, for those who demand and desire art and creation to find heightened awareness and light in the darkness of our times. It finds texture and probing depth in its critical deconstruction of the most important play of its era. Find your way into “The World Only Spins Forward.” I don’t know what I was waiting for, or afraid of. Maybe all those tears that I knew I would shed, for all those that I lost to AIDS, and for the love and pain that lives inside the theatre, now and forever, and most definitely in Angels in America.

Emma Thompson in HBO’s Angels in America.

I have had the amazing opportunity to have seen this play both times it has been on Broadway and that one time Off-Broadway. I watched and wrote quite an extensive review of the screening I saw from the National Theatre shown at BAM Cinemas in 2017, (click here to read it) but after reading chapter 3 – ‘Very Steven Spielberg’ – in “The World Only Spins Forward”, I just had to find a way to rewatch the HBO television production that I had seen so many years ago. It consumed in as I read, grabbing hold of all these little details of its creation that I did not know. I wanted to watch it all, spending hours and hours watching video of every production I could get hold of, but I settled on watching the award winning HBO version, especially after reading of how it came into being in this chapter. Little did I know that it was almost a two-part film directed by Robert Altman, and although in concept, the idea is intriguing: 

“It’s not only structured like a movie-it’s literally structured like an Altman movie. Quite literally, the form is stolen from “Nashville.” 

– Tony Kushner, quoted in “Anxious in America,” New Yorker Talk of the Town, December 26, 1994.

The product, especially after reading of the work that was being done to organize an Altman version, it is probably all for the best that it died the death that it had coming. But after moving and flaying around Hollywood, it landed into the arms of Mike Nichols who was, at the time, making Wit with Emma Thompson for HBO. I loved the moment in the book when Kushner quotes himself when he asked his partner Mark, “Should I let Mike Nichols direct Angels in America? He’s a great filmmaker, but I don’t know.” Mark’s response: “Are you fucking kidding? Call him immediately.” It was an instantaneous Cheshire grin match made in HBO heaven, and it quickly gathered around it true legends and stars, such as Al Pacino, Meryl Streep, and Thompson elevating the screen transition to the highest of heights. An obvious great fit, as it wouldn’t have to worry about opening weekend grosses, Mike Nichols also decided, most beautifully, that, for the other characters, especially the young men, they didn’t want household starry names. They were going to look for actors that had some connection to the world of the stage, a gift to Justin Kirk, who played Prior, Ben Shenkman who played Louis, and Jeffrey Wright, who played Belize in New York, 1993-94, and on HBO. Mary Louise Parker also came out of “audition retirement” nabbing the role of Harper, and perfectly gorgeous Patrick Wilson was cast as the flawed perfectly gorgeous Joe Pitt, which just seems, looking back now, such perfect casting that one can’t imagine it almost any other way. 

Mary Louise Parker and Patrick Wilson in HBO’s Angels in America.

Rewatching the six-hour, three-part show on Crave.CA (which I specifically signed up for just to watch HBO’s Angels in America over Labor Day Weekend in Northern Ontario, Canada), flooded me once again with all the power and intricacies that are weaved throughout this majestic piece of writing. It takes its time finding the core and the truth of the moments put forth, and never shies away from both its theatricality and its humanity. The production is pitch perfect and gorgeously produced, basically bringing the play somewhat intact to the small screen, with layers and layers of emotional authenticity and humor, while simultaneously bowing its head in awe to the stage legends, like Stephen Spinella, Kathleen Chalfant, and the spectacular) Marcia Gay Harden who helped Broadway-pave the way to this HBO production.

Justin Kirk in HBO’s Angels in America.

Between the book and the HBO series, I found myself, post show, floating off into the glorious memories of all the times I was fortunate to see this play.  When I watched the NTLive’s screening in 2017 at BAM’s Rose Theaters filmed when it was playing at the National Theatre in London, I was excited to know that because of the good grace of my theatre blog, I was going to be able to sit in the glow of this magnificent production once again when it opened at the Neil Simon Theatre on Broadway that following spring, just as it should be seen, live on stage. It was, once again, just the kind of production that moves you beyond anything that you’ve seen before, shattering your senses and tearing your heart to pieces. Directed by the illustrious Marianne Elliott (The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time, War Horse), her production both in London and on Broadway, forced the past to leave me alone, and not intervene.  The book discusses other productions that I wish I could have been privy to, such as the minimalistic 1998 Journeymen production in Chicago, directed by always interesting David Cromer (2ST’s Man from Nebraska), and the Tonellgroep Amsterdam production directed by the magnificent Ivo van Hove (Broadway’s Network, West End’s All About Eve). But it was Elliott’s production at the National Theatre, with Andrew Garfield as Prior, James McArdle as Louis, Denise Gough as Harper, Russell Tovey as Joe, and the amazing Nathan Lane as Roy, that brought down the house for me. I sure i said the same when I saw the original Broadway production, but even after reading the book and looking at all the glorious photographs from that production I had a hard time remembering anything in detail, other than that feeling I had when Part One ended with the crashing through of the angel. That’s an image and a feeling that one cannot ever forget. Hearing through the interviews in the chapter titled “More Life: Royal National Theatre, London, 2017“, the delicate structuring that went on to create this piece of art in London, and than for Broadway, that triumphant revival was as solidly majestic and complete as one could wish for, and that is quite the understatement, if you ask me. Words can barely describe its wonder, even now.

“I’ve never seen a director work as long or as hard on a production. A year of preparation. And you can see that depree-the depth of involvement, it’s reflected in the design and in many of the choices she’s made.”

Kushner, “The World Only Spins Forward” pg 366.
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Andrew Garfield on Broadway. Photo by Brinkhoff & Mögenburg.

The magnificent Broadway cast – Garfield, Lane, Susan Brown, Gough, Amanda Lawrence, McArdle, and Nathan Stewart-Jarrett, all reprising their roles from the National Theatre’s production, deepened and electrified their performances with every breath they took.  The only change from London was in the very tall and handsome form of Lee Pace, taking over the part of Joe Pitt, the closeted Mormon, from the wonderful Russell Tovey (The View from the Bridge).  He folded himself into this tight cast most excellently, creating possibly even a stronger, angrier presence for the troubled gay man than before.  His performance is on equal footing to the others, making Joseph one of the more tragic souls that walk across the stage. The astoundingly brilliant Kathleen Chalfant (Hannah in workshops, San Francisco, Los Angeles, and New York, 1990-94) said of this most problematic character, “As we all know, at the end, Joe is the only person who isn’t redeemed.” Joe is left to fend for himself, imprisoned in his hyper-aware retraction of self. It was a fascinating read in this cleverly constructive book, informing us that a scene was added to the HBO series that was not in the play. It was a compelling exchange between Hannah and Joe once everything has fallen apart for the young man, that gives him some closure and us some understanding of just how broken he truly is, although redemption is not in the cards for Joe like it is for Louis. 

“A lot of the audience says, “Why is Louis welcomed back into the fold five years after, with joe’s mother of all people, and Joe’s nowhere to be found?” A lot of people find that very harsh. But Tony’s idea is that, despite Louis’s cowardice, Louis is redeemable and Joe isn’t. From Tony’s perspective, Louis does not lose his soul; Joe does lose his soul by making peace with what he’s done. The fact that Louis never makes peace with what he’s done is redemption.”

Ben Shenkman (Louis at American Conservatory Theater, San Francisco, 1994-95, and on HBO, 2003) “The World Only Spins Forward” pg 153.
Meryl Streep in HBO’s Angels in America

We won’t die secret deaths anymore. The world only spins forward. We will be citizens. The time has come.

Rewatching the stunningly directed HBO production after reading the magnificently powerful “The World Only Spins Forward,” those last few lines in this epic piece will always feel as true as it did when I first heard them so many many years ago. The world, at least in this America, feels surprisingly less safe and less progressive as it did even four years ago. It seems to be filled to the brim with a hate that is remarkable in its clarity and frightening in its depth. The book finds power in its ability to look forward and back all at the same time, being honest and hopeful while not sounding ridiculous. I thought this nation was heading somewhere better and more enlightened, but in these dark times, we still just have to believe, I guess, in the bigger picture of civilization. Oskar Eustis (artistic director, Public Theater, New York) states (pg.410), “Angels feels so fresh, twenty-five years after its initial production, because America is still in the life-and-death struggle of figuring out who we are. Will we live in a country that Roy Cohn created, or will we live in the paradise that Belize images at Roy’s deathbed? Will we choose selfishness and fear and greed, or solidarity and inclusion and love? It is either the end of the world or the beginning?” We need to look beyond what we are stuck with now, just like the complex characters had to do back then. We need to keep moving forward, embracing life, even if it is painful and scary.

We can’t stand still. We will #Resist and move forward. With all our might. Dive headfirst into “The World Only Spins Forward” and rewatch the epic HBOproduction of Angels in America. You won’t regret a minute spent with these creators and with Kushner’s characters.

Bye now, you are fabulous each and every one and I bless you. More life, the great work begins.

Justin Kirk in HBO’s Angels in America

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My love for theater started when I first got involved in high school plays and children's theatre in London, Ontario, which led me—much to my mother’s chagrin—to study set design, directing, and arts administration at York University in Toronto. But rather than pursuing theater as a career (I did produce and design a wee bit), I became a self-proclaimed theater junkie and life-long supporter. I am not a writer by trade, but I hope to share my views and feelings about this amazing experience we are so lucky to be able to see here in NYC, and in my many trips to London, Enlgand, Chicago, Toronto, Washington, and beyond. Living in London, England from 1985 to 1986, NYC since 1994, and on my numerous theatrical obsessive trips to England, I've seen as much theater as I can possibly afford. I love seeing plays. I love seeing musicals. If I had to choose between a song or a dance, I'd always pick the song. Dance—especially ballet—is pretty and all, but it doesn’t excite me as, say, Sondheim lyrics. But that being said, the dancing in West Side Story is incredible! As it seems you all love a good list, here's two. FAVORITE MUSICALS (in no particular order): Sweeney Todd with Patti Lupone and Michael Cerveris in 2005. By far, my most favorite theatrical experience to date. Sunday in the Park with George with Jenna Russell (who made me sob hysterically each and every one of the three times I saw that production in England and here in NYC) in 2008 Spring Awakening with Jonathan Groff and Lea Michele in 2007 Hedwig and the Angry Inch (both off-Boadway in 1998 and on Broadway in 2014, with Neal Patrick Harris, but also with Michael C. Hall and John Cameron Mitchell, my first Hedwig and my far), Next To Normal with Alice Ripley (who I wish I had seen in Side Show) in 2009 FAVORITE PLAYS (that’s more difficult—there have been so many and they are all so different): Angels in American, both on Broadway and off Lettice and Lovage with Dame Maggie Smith and Margaret Tyzack in 1987 Who's Afraid of Virginai Woolf with Tracy Letts and Amy Morton in 2012 Almost everything by Alan Ayckbourn, but especially Woman in Mind with Julia McKenzie in 1986 And to round out the five, maybe Proof with Mary Louise Parker in 2000. But ask me on a different day, and I might give you a different list. These are only ten theatre moments that I will remember for years to come, until I don’t have a memory anymore. There are many more that I didn't or couldn't remember, and I hope a tremendous number more to come. Thanks for reading. And remember: read, like, share, retweet, enjoy. For more go to

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