THE ABORIGINAL TREATMENT CENTER “You’ve killed the American dream,” accuses a grease-painted judge (Lamont Coleman) to janitor Tyrone Smith (Jemal McNeil), who’s on trial for diluting his parents’ civil rights dreams into a modern cliché. An ex-addict with grunt ambitions, five kids, and bad credit, and wearing a minstrel’s tap shoes with a mop bucket glued to his hand, Tyrone tries to sidestep the disapproval of the judge and his coterie of three women (Erinn Anova, Lynne Connor and Dee Freeman) dressed with a sardonic patriotism in red, blue and spangles. “I’m just doing my job, man,” he defends. But today’s black men and women need to think beyond the next paycheck, insists poet/playwright Ron Allen. His soul-affirming journey cranks the anger dial past Capra (who was plenty bitter himself). McNeil’s own rough-edged direction actually underscores the piece’s frustration and immediacy, like a fallen electrical cable shooting off sparks. The play is more a jazz riff on independence than a lucid argument. After the epilogue, where Tyrone re-enters in a Che Guevara tee to re-educate his crack-addled (and roller-skating) janitorial replacement (Tamara Curry), the cast at the after-show Q&A confessed they still don’t quite understand Allen’s play, but they love the message. Me too. ART SHARE LOS ANGELES, 801 E. Fourth Place, dwntwn.; Fri.-Sat., 8 p.m.; Sun., 4 p.m.; thru Feb. 18 (added perf Feb. 18, ... More >>>