Jeff Smith 11:23 a.m., May 17
If you compare Bruce Norris' sequel to A Raisin in the Sun to the original, it pales by comparison. Instead of deeply developed characters, the ones in Clybourne Park speak snippets and most prove to be narrow-minded racists. But that's the author's point, which he leavens with sitcom humor and masterful dialogue that - under Sam Woodhouse's excellent direction - crackles like a dissonant musical score at the Rep. A spectacular ensemble plays characters from 1959 and 2009. Robin Sanford Roberts' set's practically a character in itself. The living room at 406 Clybourne Street (where Hansberry's characters moved in 1959) feels old. If it could speak for itself, it could tell a goodly amount of American history.