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Welcome to PWJW, with information on live drama, comedy, musicals, dance, etc. in and around Indianapolis, Indiana. As in any modest-sized metropolis, there is a surprising amount of activity and talent on numerous stages, from amateur to Equity, from old favorites to avant-garde, with performers and audiences of all ages. If you are seeing this on the Main page, scroll down for the latest reviews. We will also strive to keep the calendar page updated. Thanks for looking in on us!

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On THIS PAGE is the linked list of reviews from the 2022 IndyFringe Festival

The 2021 IndyFringe on THIS PAGE.  (No Fringe fest in 2020.)  The 2019 IndyFringe on THIS PAGE.  The 2018 IndyFringe on THIS PAGE. We didn’t see everything, but did get in most of the shows.

Looking back, we don’t have an index page for IndyFringe 2016 or 2017, but HERE is one we did for 2015.

If you place “Bard Fest” or “OnyxFest” in the Search, you can see our coverage of those shows as well.

Waves of laughter at Cryptid’s ‘Beach Party’

By John Lyle Belden

Let’s take a beachin’ trip back to 1962, as weirdly envisioned in 1987, then done for film in 2000 with actors you may know but the same dude doing the script, for further irreverent treatment by Indy’s Cryptid Entertainment today in “Psycho Beach Party,” directed by Kevin Holladay.

Did you know that Oscar-winning actress Sally Field famously played both beach-chick Gidget and, in a different film, the multiple-personality sufferer Sybil? Not sure why I brought that up…

Anyway, the Off-Broadway hit by Charles Busch sends up the ‘60s Beach films with inspiration from Hitchcock-style horror. Note to the triggered, especially as it is Mental Health Awareness Month, but this also hearkens back to not-that-long-ago when being a total whacko was fair game for comedy. This doesn’t so much mock Dissociative Identity Disorder (which is real, but rare, and caused by deep trauma) so much as the way such conditions were exaggerated for dramatic and comic effect.

In our mythical Malibu, The Great Kanaka (Thomas Sebald) rules the waves, accompanied by college dropout – Psych, of course – Starcat (Suraj Choudhary). Chicklet (Ellie Graves) a girl with small boobs and big dreams, provided she can stay free of her overbearing mother (Andrea Haskett), wants to learn to surf, even if it is a man’s world. Bikini hottie Marvel Ann (Hannah Embree) has her eyes on one of those men, and Chicklet’s bestie Berdine (Ezri Braid-Grizell) has her mind occupied by the great (non-surfing) philosophers. Other surfer dudes are Provoloney (Case Jacobus), Yo-yo (Katie Endres), and Nicky (Kelly Haas).

An incognito movie star, Bettina Barnes (Jessica Hawkins), shows up hoping to get away from the world of schlock films. Meanwhile, Kanaka accidentally discovers that sometimes Chicklet really isn’t herself – and alter ego Ann Bowman (!) kinda turns him on.

Also, there have been bizarre shaving attacks.

Considering that Busch played Chicklet in the original New York production, don’t be surprised that things here get a bit gender-fluid and queer. It just adds to the fun.

The cast all ride the waves of absurdity for all they’re worth. Graves shows entertaining range and talent, so that she could also move on to more dramatic roles (y’know, like Sally Field did). Sebald looks like Indy’s version of Jason Mamoa with all the same fun energy and cool charisma. Choudhary (who was cool with me saying he looks like if Jesus were drawn correctly) charms as well. Embree is cutely committed to her high-class persona. Hawkins has no problem hanging with these characters, taking to being rightly feted like a queen with her court.

What is the secret of Chicklet’s troubled past? Will Provoloney and Yo-Yo admit their feelings? Can I get an invite to the Luau? (The answer to the last one is no, but they did give me a beach ball.)

See the Cryptids without the time restraints of a Fringe show, Thursday through Sunday (two shows on Saturday), May 16-19, at Fonseca Theatre, 2805 W. Michigan St., Indianapolis. Find Cryptid Entertainment on Facebook for info and tickets or try this link.

Gritty ‘Streetcar’ an immersive ride

By John Lyle Belden

A relative newcomer to the Hoosier theatre scene, Eclipse Productions of Bloomington (no relation to the student company in Indy) presents its take on Tennessee Williams’s “A Streetcar Named Desire.” One of the founders, Konnor Graber, told us Eclipse’s shows “are going darker, grittier, and authentic.” This stage classic turned out to be the perfect vehicle, steered by director Kate Weber (another founder, along with Ashley Prather and Jeremy J. Weber).

Perhaps coincidentally running during Mental Health Awareness Month, the production focuses on the growing madness of Miss Blanche DuBois, an aging Southern Belle who lost both her family and their former plantation, Belle Reve, in Mississippi, and goes to her only living relative, sister Stella Kowalski, in a cozy working-class apartment in New Orleans’ French Quarter.

Actually, we meet Blanche (Dania Leova) before the play officially starts, as the lobby has transformed to the vistors’ parlor of a Louisiana mental hospital, not long after the unfortunate woman’s committal in 1947. She is quiet and literally restrained in her chair, while a nurse (Connie Shakalis) reads poems by Poe to keep her calm. We are entertained by a visiting singer (Jen Wells, who is also stage manager) accompanied by Noel Patrick Koontz on guitar.

The theatre doors open, and Blanche is wheeled in before we are allowed to enter and take our seats. Wells follows, her voice lilting “Dream a Little Dream” as she climbs through the audience. For a moment, Blanche is at the corner of the stage, perhaps wondering, how did it all come to this? A quick blackout, and we all proceed to find out.

Leova is exquisite as Blanche, charm laid on as thick as the region’s humidity. She has us believing her despite ourselves, never relenting as the center of attention, though we see her trustworthiness slowly erode. Graber is powerful as Stella’s husband, Stanley. Little effort is made to make the man likable, though he has a personal magnetism that keeps his friends and wife loyal. His is another study in untreated mental issues, a lifetime of class resentment and being called “pollack,” capped by service in World War II, leaving him with a constant undercurrent of rage, only abated when transformed into lustful attention to Stella (Shayna Survil), who is addicted to him like a drug. He practically snarls his lines, at or edging on a shout; every object he handles gets slammed somewhere; and sensing a fellow façade, he sees through Blanche from the start and never lets her forget it. Survil, for her part, is endearing as she struggles to stay the voice of reason, the mediator between her unstable housemates. Alas, she also has what would now be classed a trauma bond with her often abusive husband.

Shakalis and Benjamin Loudermilk are charming in their own way as neighbor/landlords Eunice and Steve Hubbell, in their stormy but loving relationship. Playing Stanley and Steve’s bowling and poker buddies are Koontz as Pablo and Jeremy Weber as Mitch, a single man living with his ailing mother, who takes a fancy to Blanche – a relationship she proceeds to toy with and exploit. Weber ably portrays both Mitch’s infatuation and his solid sense of honor.

The performance is accentuated by the growing intervention of Blanche’s intrusive mental static, music, and other noise provided by sound designer Joshua Lane. Kate Weber credits the combined efforts of her direction, Lane’s soundscape and lighting by Allie Mattox for the overall effect. We all become witness to Blanche’s ever-worsening state, snapped by a rash act that, with her at last speaking truth, no one believes – or wants to.

Bearing in mind appropriate trigger warnings, come aboard the “Streetcar” this Thursday through Sunday, May 16-19, at the Ted Jones Playhouse, 107 W. 9th St., Bloomington. Get info and tickets at eclipseproductionscompany.com.

‘Fiddler’ at Footlite: ‘Tradition!’ refreshed

By John Lyle Belden

Footlite Musicals presents the beloved classic, “Fiddler on the Roof,” and judging by the sellout opening night, the show still has wide appeal. Director Paula Phelan likens it to a sort of theatrical comfort food.

With songs by Jerry Bock and Sheldon Harnick, and book by Joseph Stein, the story set in the Jewish village of Anatevka in pre-Revolution Russia centers on the family of milkman Tevye, who has five daughters, three of them marrying age but he can’t afford a dowry. In the first Act, the focus is more on village life, and the small but growing changes that come to established “Tradition!” Act Two brings even harsher changes, as the cruel outside world overtakes their simple, manageable one.

Daniel Draves brings an air of paternal authority with the right touch of whimsy to Tevye, complete with a singing voice that nicely hits every “biddy-biddy bum.” Jennifer Hallberg as his wife, Golde, matches his bluster with the patience of an Old Testament matriarch. Elder daughters Tzeitel (Allison Williamson), Hodel (Paige Penry) and Chava (Nicole Sherlock) bravely come of age before our – and their father’s – eyes. The younger daughters, Bielke and Shrpinze, are played by Rebecca Burkhart and Greta Shambarger.

As for the suitors, Alex Bast is charming and only a little goofy as the tailor Motel, who wins Tzeitel despite her being promised by Tevye to the butcher Lazar Wolf (Graham Brinklow). Michael Sherman as radical intellectual Perchik, who causes a stir in the village and wins Hodel’s affection, wears confidence as armor, never shaken except by love. Jackson Lee is Fyedka, the Russian Christian who refuses to take part in an anti-Jewish “demonstration” and shares his books and heart with Chava.

Being volunteer community theater with a popular show, there is a huge cast, with, to name a few, notable turns by Adreinne Reiswerg as Yente the Matchmaker; MarKay Burkhart as the ghost of Grandma Tzeitel, Lauren Laski as Fruma-Sarah; Jeremy Crouch as the town Beggar; Tom Bartley as Modchal the Inkeeper; Chris Vojtko as the Rabbi’s son; and Duane Leatherman with his unmistakable honeyed voice as the wise Rabbi. Dan Flahive lends his stage presence to the role of the Russian Constable who won’t admit he likes the Jews in his charge, but sees little sense in harassing them – though will if ordered by the Tzar’s officials.

As per, well, tradition, all the familiar songs are here – “Matchmaker,” “If I Were a Rich Man,” “To Life,” “Miracle of Miracles,” “Sunrise, Sunset,” “Do You Love Me?” etc. – and the memorable scenes such as the wedding “bottle dance” (executed smoothly by Joe Burke, Logan Laflin, Derek Savik-Hesser, and Derek Sumpter). Though the subtext is of inescapable tragedy (this year, the fact that Perchik comes from Kyiv gains resonance), the heart of this story is inspiring and uplifting in its perseverance. This is personified especially by Kevin Bell as the Fiddler of the title, the myth made manifest for his people. Bell convincingly play-synchs the instrument as he concentrates on his effective movement, adding a touch of nearly balletic storytelling to his role.

Director Phelan’s excellent guidance includes about the best staging of the final departure we have seen. Crew also includes choreographer Linda Rees, vocal director Lisa Reynolds, costume designer JoAnne Bogdon, and stage manager Melissa Yurechko. The orchestra is conducted by Aaron Burkhart.

Two weekends remain of “Fiddler on the Roof,” through May 19 at the Hedback Theater, 1847 N. Alabama St., Indianapolis. Get tickets and info at footlite.org.

IndyShakes: ‘Caesar’ as seen by CNN or C-SPAN

By John Lyle Belden

Julius Caesar. If you didn’t sleep through World History or Western Civ in high school or college, you are familiar with his name and his brief reign over the Roman Empire. Thanks mainly to the tragic play by William Shakespeare, his fate is forever part of popular culture – especially in mid-March, when the man becomes a meme on your smartphone.

What if those early 21st century devices were available in the 1st century BC? In the common practice of adapting the Bard to different eras, Indy Shakes and Zach & Zack present Shakespeare’s “Julius Caesar” in a tech-savvy Rome complete with 24-hour social media and news cycle. In the big black box of the Basile stage of the Phoenix Theatre Cultural Centre, we get a multimedia blitz of projected talking heads, Tweets on X, and smartphone video streams, with our players front and center enacting the familiar story with the freshness of breaking news. Diverse casting of race and gender, along with modern dress with hints of official robes, help make ancient times feel like today.

Quick refresher: The death of fellow leader Pompey left Caesar (Andy Ahrens) the sole Consul over the Roman Republic. This worries the Senate, who easily surmise that the man will overtake them as a tyrannical dictator. In Shakespeare’s telling, Cassius (Scot Greenwell), who was close to Caesar and feels him both too ambitious and too weak (the stigma of his epilepsy) persuades Brutus (Jen Johansen), another beloved of Caesar, to join a conspiracy to assassinate their Emperor. Despite signs and warnings, Caesar enters the Senate on March 15 and is slaughtered by his countrymen. Antony (Kelly Mills) plays along with the killers, but when given a chance to address Caesar’s funeral, stirs the people of Rome to action.

Other roles include Morgan Morton as Brutus’s spouse Portia, as well as Cinna the Poet; Carlos Medina Maldonado as Cinna the conspirator and others; Chandra Lynch, Daniel Martin and Immanuel Umoren as conspirators Decius Brutus, Trebonius, and Casca; Kelli Thomas as Brutus’s servant Lucius; Tiffany Gilliam as Caesar’s wife, Calpurnia; and Jacob Barnes as the Soothsayer, and later Octavius Caesar (who will eventually become Emperor Augustus).

From top to bottom, the cast have solid resumes and consistently display their dramatic talents throughout. It is in this adaptation, though, that Johansen’s Brutus stands out, doggedly facing both inner and outer conflict, reluctantly justifying extreme acts, then standing up to the consequences. Ahrens plays Caesar as having noble intentions but too driven to see how his larger-than-life personality could inspire his doom. In today’s U.S. Senate, Greenwell’s Cassius would be that devious deal-maker who would go to any length to advance his agenda, a Ted Cruz with knives. Mills’s Antony manages to come off as the rare honest politician, rising to the occasion like our memory of JFK, or Obama at his inauguration. Zack Neiditch is director, with sound and video design by Zach Rosing. Excellent costumes are by Tony Sirk with Caitlin Davey.

Still, the whole of this production is greater than the sum of its well-executed parts, going beyond just putting old speech in a new setting. In a time when tragic events, including wars, unrest, and celebrities performing to ever-present cameras are constantly on our television, computer and phone screens, this makes historical events feel even more “real” than any attempt to tell the story in its own time.

Two weekends remain of “Julius Caesar,” through May 19, at 705 N. Illinois St., downtown Indianapolis. Get information and tickets at indyshakes.com or phoenixtheatre.org.

CCP sets intriguing ‘Dinner Party’

By Wendy Carson

Most of us are familiar with Neil Simon plays and know what to expect from them. However, “The Dinner Party,” presented by Carmel Community Players, is different. Written in his later years, the script was originally intended to be farcical but as he fleshed out the characters, a more serious storyline emerged. That’s not to say you won’t laugh – his wit still shines through in the dialogue – but expect to be moved to serious conversation/contemplation afterwards.

The setup is simple: Six people are invited to a dinner party at a fancy restaurant by the lawyer who handled their divorces. However, no one knows who else has been invited, the host is a no-show, and the staggered arrivals of the guests just ups the confusion.

SEMI-SPOILER ALERT! The six people are actually the two halves of three different formerly married couples. This is where the serious dialogue, peppered with biting humor, comes in.

And now, to our guests.

We begin with Claude Pichon (Grant Bowen), a sort of everyman with a deep love of literature. Albert Donay (Bradley Allan Lowe) a curious, mousey type that has little knowledge of interpersonal niceties. Andre Bouville (Jason Creighton) a pompous jerk who flaunts his wealth and popularity amongst women. Mariette Levieux (Becky Larson) an elegant lady author whom Albert takes a shine to, is Claude’s ex and known to Andre as well. Yvonne Souchet (Alaine Sims) a flighty woman who entices Claude, can’t make up her mind whether to stay or go, and is Albert’s ex. Finally, we have Gabrielle Bouville (Amalia Howard) a sensuous woman of mystery and manipulation.

The result of these machinations is an hour and a half of deep delving into relationships, love, passion, fear, confusion, and possibilities.

Co-Directors Matt Trgovac and Tonya Rave bring out sterling performances in each cast member. Bowen as Claude mostly plays it cool as viewer proxy. Lowe gives an interesting character study, odd but not absurd. Creighton has Andre seethe with air of a power broker who can’t bear not being in control. Larson plays Mariette mostly level-headed, but the edges are fraying. Sims lets Yvonne’s issues plainly show, as in this off-kilter setting her erratic behavior seems fitting. In Howard’s performance you can practically see steam rising off Gabrielle, shifting from seductive to pouty to dominatrix calm in a heartbeat.

Set in Paris, we hear these French characters in plain English with no distracting accents. But the setting does lend some tension, contrasting old-world mores with the permissive atmosphere of the city’s reputation.

Performances of “The Dinner Party” run Thursday through Sunday, May 2-5, at The Cat, 254 Veterans Way, downtown Carmel. See thecat.biz or carmelplayers.org for info and tickets.

‘Gold’en opportunity for kids as audience guides the adventure

By Wendy Carson

Constellation Stage and Screen of Bloomington presents the very child-friendly family production, “Alex Gold: Stuck on Repeat,” by Sarah Ziegler Blair and Kellen Blair, directed by Jack McCarthy.

Alex (Jo Moran) has a very active and often distracting imagination. In fact, it caused him to fail the sixth grade so he must repeat the year. When he tries to tell his best friend Morgan (Carolyn Stouder) the news, he chickens out and tells her he’s going to study in France next year. What could possibly go wrong?

Luckily, Alex has a large team of brain cells (the audience) to assist him in dealing with his situation. We provide some guidance throughout the show by way of words given pre-show (much akin to Mad Libs) and polls throughout. Depending on the outcome of these prompts, the story line is transformed.

While his second trip through sixth grade starts well, a chance encounter with Morgan leads him to pose as Luc, the French exchange student taking Alex’s place. His schemes for success are even further hampered by his overly adoring wannabe bestie Thad Mazinsky (Tucker Ransom). Add to this the presence of Mr. McCurdle (Paul Daily), the Middle School principal, who loathes “wackiness” but has his own secret indulgences. It’s easy to see that Alex really needs all our help to make it through the year.

Rounding out the cast are Kenny Hertling and Sophia Hoffman who portray various students and characters, as well as representing the changes in seasons by throwing leaves, snowflakes, flowers, and at one point “money” throughout the audience.

While the show is funny and silly, it also teaches children about parts of speech (those words provided earlier were nouns, verbs and adjectives); how to carry oneself in times of struggle; the importance of truthfulness; and the difference between being friendly and actually being a friend. Judging by the response of all the kids in our audience this interactive experience, inspired in part by games like “Minecraft,” is perfect for grades K-5.

Performances, at Waldron Auditorium, 122 S. Walnut St. in downtown Bloomington, are 6:30 p.m. Friday, 1 p.m. Saturday and Sunday (May 3-5); 6:30 p.m. Friday, 1 and 4 p.m. Saturday and Sunday (May 10-12).

The very last performance, 4 p.m. Sunday, May 12, will be Sensory Friendly, accommodating those on the autism spectrum or with similar conditions. It will feature lower sound, lights on with no strobe or flashing, more room in the seats and the freedom for patrons to talk and move as needed. Resource materials are available, and tickets for this particular show are Pay-What-You-Will (minimum $5).

For details and tickets, contact Constellation at 812-336-9300 or visit seeconstellation.org.

Belfry details plight of ‘Father of the Bride’

By John Lyle Belden

Of all the challenges a man may face, this is one of the most daunting. He must have the strength of Spencer Tracy, with the good humor of Steve Martin, to withstand this ordeal with sanity (and, maybe, bank account) intact. Beware, lest one day you, too, become the “Father of the Bride.”

The 1950s family comedy by Caroline Francke, based (as were the Tracy and Martin films) on the novel by Edward Streeter, is presented by The Belfry Theatre in Noblesville, directed by Barcia Miller Alejos.

Stanley Banks (Dave Hoffman) and Ellie (Debbie Underwood) are parents to teen sons Ben (Gideon Roark) and Tommy (Drake Lockwood), as well as 21-year-old Kay (Lizzie Schultz), who announces her intention to marry 23-year-old Buckley Dunstan (Daniel Alejos). Pops does not take this well at first, but Buckley relates how they want a wedding so small and simple, it’s practically an elopement – Stanley and his pocketbook sigh with relief. But realizing this means no formal ceremony, Kay balks, and confesses her true nuptial desires.

There will be a small wedding ceremony – only a few (hundred) people at most.

The story skips along through the weeks that follow, featuring important preparations including sorting the invitations with the help of Stanley’s secretary (Dana Lesh), and negotiating the reception arrangements with the caterers (scene-stealing Rob Lawson and posh Jericho Franke). Meanwhile the maid Delilah (Kim Schourten O’Mara) tries not to cry at the thought of the ceremony, or to throttle the furniture mover (Robert Fimreite) who is messing up her house during set-up. Ben’s girlfriend Peggy (Grace McKinnies) is just hoping to catch the bouquet. The cast also features Beth Popplewell as the bride’s dressmaker.

Through it all Hoffman has our titular character stoically grin and bear each little crisis and unexpected expense, never fully flustered, at least on the outside. Buckley, on the other hand, isn’t taking it very well, but Alejos manages to play nervous, naïve, and fearful in a way that doesn’t make him a total jerk – we can still see what Kay sees in him. Schultz takes her character on all the twists and turns of this emotional ride with impressive fortitude, and on the big day, stunning beauty. Lockwood is also impressive as the boy caught up in all these grown-up goings-on, striving not to mess up too much.

The whole production of this classic feel-good comedy embraces the wedding theme, with usher Cavan Doyle dressed as a Groomsman to seat audience members, and some era-appropriate love songs nicely sung by Addie McMillan before the show. There are even little cakes for sale in concessions.

(Edit to add:) Kudos to costumer Gail Sanders and the company for the gorgeous bridal dress; the veil was from director Barcia Alejos’s own wedding.

Conveniently staged at a church, Noblesville First United Methodist, 2051 Monument St., “Father of the Bride” has performances Thursday through Sunday, May 2-5. Get info and tickets at thebelfrytheatre.com.

Civic charms with historical mystery

By John Lyle Belden

In 1918, Tsar Nicholas II of Russia, his wife, and their children were all arrested, then secretly executed in a mass of confusion, smoke and bullets. This much is historical fact.

Naturally, there were also rumors. The Bolsheviks were possibly not all happy with killing children. A persistent story soon arose that one of the Tsar’s daughters, 17-year-old Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova, had somehow escaped and lived in hiding. Among supporters of Imperial Russia – while from its ashes the Soviet Union immediately ascended – this legend, at least, would never die.

This sets the stage for the musical “Anastasia,” presented by the Booth Tarkington Civic Theatre.

The book by Terrance McNally takes inspiration from two motion pictures of the same name, a 1956 film by Authur Laurents and the 1997 Don Bluth animated feature, as well as a prior play by Marcelle Maurette. Musicians Stephen Flaherty and Lynn Ahrens added and adapted songs from the 1997 version. Here, as in all the scripts, some liberties were taken with history, so for those who accept more recent forensic discoveries on the matter, consider this a fascinating fairy tale in a parallel world.  

After opening scenes with Louisa Zabel, then Keegan Connor, portraying the authentic Anastasia, we find ourselves in St. Petersburg (renamed Leningrad by the Soviets) in 1927, ten years after the Tsar’s death. Hearing the rumors of the lost Grand Duchess, prospective con men Dmitry (Troy Bridges), a handsome grown-up street urchin, and Vlad (Steve Kruze), who used to work his grift among nobility as a faux Count, see a prospective payday in finding a young woman to present as Anastasia to the Dowager Empress (Jill O’Malia), the Tsar’s mother living in exile in Paris. (As a bonus, this also gets them out of the ever-worsening USSR.)

By chance they find Anya (Isabella Agresta), an amnesiac who had mentioned being a princess while in the sanatorium but now keeps that to herself, as it keeps triggering mysterious dreams. With this true backstory making her royal provenance possible, the three prepare to attempt their con, but Vlad notices she knows far more about Russian court life than she should.

Adding to their difficulties, Soviet secret police officer Gleb Vaganov (Nathanael Hein), who has his own personal connection to the Tsar’s family execution, is growing wise to their plans.

It’s a minor spoiler, but it’s in the program that Anya makes it to Paris for Act II. There we also meet Countess Lily (Nina Stilabower), the Dowager Empress’s lady in waiting, who is still sweet on Vlad despite seeing through his schemes. One climactic scene takes place at a ballet, during which we get an exquisite performance by ballerina Izzy Casciani.

Agresta manages to combine everyday girlish charm with regal bearing to keep us guessing while hoping that Anya is who she pretends to be, in a performance that shows the woman “pretending” less and less each scene. Bridges is great in these likable rascal leading man roles (think if Disney’s Alladin were a twenty-something Russian) and charms his way through this show as well. Meanwhile, Kruze is as smooth as top-shelf vodka.

In a standout performance, opera tenor Hein employs his powerful voice to add authority to his man on a dark mission, bringing more than expected to the story’s necessary villain. Overall, this show is a pleasing adventure with the feel of history and how people lived then, peppered with charming tunes like “Once Upon a December” and the powerful big number “Journey to the Past.”

Director Anne Beck noted she immersed herself in the musical’s story and the appeal of its what-if mystery, and it shows. The costumes by Adrienne Conces excellently reflect the story – brilliant white for Imperial glory, drab earth tones for Russia after its fall, then a swift shift to bright colors in the City of Lights. The production also effectively employed scenic projections provided by Broadway Media Distribution, enhancing the audience experience. Music director is Kayvon Emtiaz and Katie Stark is stage manager.

So, even in this bit of fiction, is she, or was she, that tragically lost girl? True nobility knows to be discreet, so you’ll have to see for yourself. “Anastasia” is at the Tarkington stage at The Center for the Performing Arts in downtown Carmel through May 11. Get info and tickets at civictheatre.org or thecenterpresents.org.

ATI: ‘Forbidden’ bits both fresh and familiar

By John Lyle Belden

What Weird Al is to popular music, “Forbidden Broadway” is to popular musicals.

Created by Gerard Alessandrini more than 40 years ago, this Off-Broadway parody revue has been frequently updated and presented worldwide, including a couple of times by Actors Theatre of Indiana, which is performing it again in Carmel through May 12.

Since TV producer Dick Wolf seems to have poached every between-gigs Broadway actor to be on his shows, it seems appropriate that this edition of “Forbidden” opens with “Broadway SVU” (BUM BUM!). As for the rest of the musical skits, skewering various musicals while backhandedly saluting the folks who make them (both creators and talent), I’ll respect the tradition of letting the audience be surprised. There will be some new material, as well as some returning laughs – after all, part of the joke of “Les Mis” is that it never ever truly goes away!

ATI co-founder Cynthia Collins joins the return of accompanist extraordinaire Brent Marty at the piano as well as three new faces to explore this forbidden world: Kieran Danaan, William Kimmel, and Christine Zavakos.

Kimmel, who is also director and choreographer, admitted it was tricky to guide his own performance, as well as helping set up the right set of send-ups from the show’s vast catalogue.

“We had to choose the best for our voices, and for the costumes, the best look-alikes,” he said after opening night. “Most importantly, we had to make sure the order was right, for who is performing a song while the others were changing backstage for the next one.”   

The result is a hilariously dizzying array of Wicked ice queens, naughty puppets, an aging Annie, a boy named Crutchie, and the true spirit of “tradition!” But it’s not all raspberries – watch for a heartfelt nod to shows that you won’t likely see revived, as well as a tribute to a Broadway genius recently departed.

Dare to explore – once more if you’ve seen it before – “Forbidden Broadway” at the Studio Theatre in the Centre for the Performing Arts in downtown Carmel. Get info and tickets at atistage.org or thecenterpresents.org.

‘Little Shop’ on IRT’s big stage

By John Lyle Belden

The Indiana Repertory Theatre likes to have fun with its spring season closer, so, considering we just experienced “a total eclipse of the sun,” it is apropos that the IRT indulges in the popular musical, “Little Shop of Horrors.”

Originally a low-budget 1960 Roger Corman horror flick, “Little Shop” became an Off-Broadway hit with book and lyrics by Howard Ashman and music by Alan Menken in 1982 (before they went on to Disney) and returned to the big screen, directed by Frank Oz, in 1986. Odds are, you know the story: Clumsy Seymour and bubbly but abused Audrey work for Mushnik’s Skid Row Florist where the young man reveals he has found a strange and unusual plant. With its macabre diet, Audrey II has a hunger that grows and grows, just like its fame and the plant itself, until its horrible plot is revealed!

If you are unfamiliar with this, by all means see it; if you’ve only seen the movie, note there are a couple of different songs and a more tragic, yet still entertaining, ending. There are also a few stylistic touches we haven’t seen in previous stage productions.

Directed by IRT Margot Lacy Eccles Artistic Director Benjamin Hanna, this show gets first-class treatment with scenic design by Czerton Lim, costumes by Izumi Inaba, and plant puppets by Matthew McAvene Creations, manipulated by Rob Johansen, as well as a backstage band, conducted by Andrew Bougoin or Teneh B.C. Karimu (depending on performance).

We get the doo-wop harmonies of the chorus of Tiffany Theona Taylor, Jessy Jackson and Raquelle Viteri; Dominique Lawson as appropriately miquetoast yet vocally strong Seymour; Lucy Maria Godinez as charmingly naïve Audrey; and IRT regular Ryan Artzberger as that mensch Mushnik. Kyle Patrick nimbly rolls from role to role including bums, the “semi-sadist” dentist Orin, and various customers and press who can’t get enough of that mysterious plant. Speaking of which, when “It talks!” that’s the voice of Allen Sledge.

For those who seek more meaning in the madness, check out program materials which point out this show’s connection to traditional tales like “Faust,” which does help explain its enduring popularity, aside – of course – from the giant trash-talking man-eating plant on stage.

What more can we say? A show like this tends to sell itself, but you have to make that call or click to get the tickets. Performances run through May 19 on the mainstage at 140 W. Washington in the heart of downtown Indianapolis. See irtlive.com.