A careful look through the New Testament indicates that Jesus Christ liked to eat. In addition to the notable Last Supper, he dined at the home of Martha and Mary; grilled fish at the seashore; multiplied loaves and fishes; was a guest at a friend’s wedding at Cana; and ate with friends on the road to Emmaus. After healing Peter’s mother-in-law, she got up and prepared a meal for Him and His coterie. It’s a small wonder then that Hunter Parrish, who plays Jesus in the Broadway revival of GODSPELL, chooses to be interviewed over lunch at one of his favorite Chelsea eateries…
Hunter Parrish, Broadway Actor
To date, the actor Hunter Parrish’s biggest roles have been playing Mary-Louise Parker’s drug-dealing eldest son on the Showtime hit Weeds and portraying one of the rebellious, depressive teenagers in the Tony award-winning Broadway show Spring Awakening. For his next role, he wanted a bit of a stretch: Jesus Christ. This past winter, Parrish took on the starring role in the Broadway production of Godspell, a musical from the ’70s loosely based on the book of Matthew. The Messiah has proven an exhausting part. “I’m not surprised that I’m as tired as I am,” he laughs. “Yet there’s something invigorating about being worn down and in live theater.” Parrish grew up in Texas, but as a child actor had brief stints living in New York (he was 8 when he lived in SoHo, which he says was “less homogenized” then) and Los Angeles, where he spent most of his youth. Back in town, however, he sounds like a regular New Yorker. His favorite hot spots? “I found this underground Ping-Pong and shuffleboard club,” he laughs. “And have you ever been to the bowling alley in Port Authority? It’s kind of ghetto, and kind of cool. They give you towers of beer.”
This woman brought her autistic eight-year-old daughter to see Godspell - you should really read the whole thing, it’s incredibly, incredibly touching and honestly changed my whole opinion of the production. This moment, in particular, made me tear up a little bit:
And then there was Hunter.
My voice cracked with barely held tears as I tried to tell him how incredible his performance as Jesus had been and to explain to him why it all mattered so much to us. He squatted down to Brooke. He asked her old she is. “I’m eight,” she said, “How old are you?” He laughed and told her he was very old at twenty-four. I refrained from hitting him cause he was, ya know, being really nice and talking to my kid. He asked her for a hug. He may have been Jesus, but she has her limits. “A pinky one!” she said.
And so they did.
Somewhere in the middle of all of this, Hunter, still squatting down to Brooke, looked at me. “My mom is an OT,” he said. “Most of the kids she works with have autism. I totally get it.”
(Source: lalondes)