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Mark Robbins

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Published on October 09, 2003

Though Thomas Gibbon's script occasionally emitted a tired preachiness, Bee-Luther-Hatchee was just as often insightful about the testy relationships between blacks and whites in today's professional and cultural arenas. Mark Robbins might not have been the obvious person to direct it -- we were more accustomed to seeing him as an actor in front of the footlights -- but he was the right one. With an ace team of designers and a profound understanding that the theme was greater than some of the lines, he gave the play an intelligent vision. It was at times ghostly and sepia-toned and, in one late scene, stingingly satirical.