August 12, 2025

REVIEW: Chester Theatre Company, “Mr. Joy”

Town Hall Theater, Chester, MA
through August 17, 2025
by C. L. Blacke

When Mr. Joy, a Chinese immigrant, fails to open his shoe repair shop one day, a stream of loyal customers reveals the tragic event that led to his sudden disappearance and how the saintly, elderly man touched each of their lives.

Written by Daniel Koa Beaty, “Mr. Joy” is a commentary on the struggles of a Harlem community with Mr. Joy providing the nexus. The play grapples with systemic racism, gang culture, homelessness, AIDS, and Black Lives Matter. That’s a lot to pack into one play while also offering levity and inspiration. What “Mr. Joy” does not do, however, is tackle the real issues of personal responsibility and social justice or offer any solutions. 

Despite the story’s flaws, Godfrey Simmons’ performance is powerful and riveting. In this one-actor play, nine characters are revealed through therapy sessions, group meetings, and direct engagement with the audience. With just small changes in gait and posture, vocal inflection, and the way he utilizes a messenger bag and black apron, Simmons effortlessly embodies each distinct character (a gangsta granny, an 11-year old girl with AIDS, a rich Black republican businessman, Mr. Joy’s Chinese-American son, a 15-year old revolutionary poet, and a nerdy teen opera singer).

Director Vernice Miller harnesses Simmons’ dynamic power and expansive acting skills and unleashes them in the most uncompromising way—with a presence that fills the theatre and demands attention.

The energy is palpable, but so is the discomfort.

It isn’t just because of stereotypical caricatures (blonde, white women with Kim Kardashian butts and transsexuals who act like drag queens), or that the house lights remain on through a good portion of the 100-minute play (better to see Simmons moving around the theatre by), or even that the shop windows and door of Mr. Joy’s store are mirrored to reflect the audience’s faces (Jeremy Winchester’s subtle insinuation that we, as a society, are to blame?). It’s because audience members are singled out by James, the intimidating homeless painter. Are they supposed to provide spare change or offer up their snacks when asked? And how are they supposed to feel when told to “F--- off” in front of everyone? Perhaps the predominantly white senior citizen audience is not the best fit for this dramatic technique.

Whatever inconsistencies “Mr. Joy” presents, Simmons, under Miller’s direction, closes out Chester Theatre Company’s 36th season with yet another powerhouse performance worthy of every standing ovation.