Three and a half stars for Court Theatre’s bold adaptation of the Ralph Ellison novel If Ralph Ellison’s “Invisible Man” comes to any conclusions down there in his basement after a lifetime of confusion, disappointment and hurt, after a good long spin on the racially painted American carousel of the mid-20th century, he finally spits it out at the end. “America,” says this Mr. Cellophane, this strangely heroic anti-hero, “is made up of many strands. I would recognize it and let it so remain.”

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Review: An invisible man, visibly in pain