King Kirby is a great first play to try if you’ve never been. It is fast, funny, and touching, with a quick breather in the middle. The life of Jack Kirby, the iconic creator responsible for some of the biggest characters in comics, is a story for dreamers. Ever had to choose between chasing your dreams or eating your next meal?
Jack Kirby’s creative spark is presented in a rapid fire series of vignettes that are poignant, comedic, and—from our vantage point—tragically absurd, there are neither heroes nor villains in this story.
As a child, King scratches out his fantasies in sidewalk chalk as he attempts to tune out the local violence and oppressive poverty. Early romance, career peaks, combat service under General Patton, and the landmark work with Marvel and DC are presented as real life events you can experience rather than merely read about.
There are wonderful scenes, and you are sure to have several favourites—Stan Lee’s transformation from a gawky publishing newb to a captain of industry, the revelation of Roz’s contribution to her husband’s legendary work. Through it all we see Kirby as we have always known him, as the dreamer, musing upon the grandeur of it all, and carving his fantasies into infinity.
For me the visceral moment occurred in the minute after the final lights dimmed. A season ticket holder, someone who’d evidently been unfamiliar with Kirby’s story prior to this night, turned to me as if I might know, demanding, “do you know what happened to his kids?” I shrugged. “What happened to the kids,” she asked again, and exited to the lobby to pore through the Kirby information on display.
That is the measure of a great story. It’s not about who wins or loses, or even what happens, but that you care about the people in the story. I did. I think you will, too.
PS – thanks James Davidge for the last-minute ticket!