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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.

Rock solid ‘Amadeus’

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By Wendy Carson

Catalyst Repertory presents “Amadeus,” the Tony-winning drama by Peter Shaffer that imagines a deadly rivalry between composers Antonio Salieri and Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

For anyone who has seen the epic film version of this story (also by Shaffer), the thought of staging it on the small black-box stage of the IF Theater seems like utter madness. However, for director Casey Ross, it was just one more hurdle to overcome. Since the script details memories from the “deathbed confession” of Salieri to destroy Mozart, the need of lavish sets and huge orchestras is secondary to the plotting and intrigue of the story. Ross utilizes a more stripped-down set with gorgeous costumes and minimal props, which forces the actors to display an amazingly high level of skill, with the entire cast was more than up to the task.

The set, designed by Arden Foster Tiede, is like a flight of stairs that also suggests a balcony, an upstairs room or a throne chamber, positioned so as to require a new seating arrangement for this venue. As Ross also demonstrated with her unique staging of “Streetcar” in 2023, using vertical space in this manner profoundly opens up the small stage area, while maintaining its intimacy.

This simplicity helped me focus more on the actual dialogue and caused me to notice things that I had never considered in previous iterations. For instance, the show is titled “Amadeus” because that translates to “love of God,” which is the basis of the story. Although Salieri is convinced he made a bargain with God, these sorts of things fall more into the Devil’s milieu. Plus, since he believes that Mozart has been chosen by God, the desire to destroy such a vessel would just be a devilish delight as well.

For anyone familiar with Tristan Ross (no relation to Casey), and how he dominates every role, it was impressive to witness his ability to fade into the background when necessary and allow others to hold the spotlight as required. However, he also embodies the desperation and rage that his turn as Salieri requires.

As for the titular character of Mozart, Ian McCabe brings the role to life in a delightful manner. Being a child prodigy, it is highly likely that Mozart himself fell somewhere on the Autism spectrum and McCabe hints at this through his candor and confusion of others’ abilities. McCabe shows us a person who never really had a childhood, ironically never fully growing up, and who only desired to earn his father’s love – while easily manipulated into making choices that would prevent him from doing so.

While the story does revolve around the composers, the rest of the cast shines even in the smallest of roles. Michelle Wafford shows that regardless of her character’s commonplace background, Mozart’s wife Constanze Weber was a shrewd businesswoman who was ruthlessly in love with and devoted to her husband’s well being. The spectacularly angelic voice of Shelbi Berry Kamohara as Katerina Cavalieri shines throughout and perfectly compliments the power of Mozart’s music. Reno Moore and Jack Paganelli as Salieri’s spies in Vienna elevate what is normally thought to be lesser roles into vital moments throughout the narrative. Likewise, Yolanda Valdivia as the Cook and Brant Hughes as the Valet prove that one does not require speaking lines to bring forth a solid performance. However, nobody embodies this idea more than Alaine Sims as Teresa Salieri. With her heart-shaped lipstick and a flick of her eyes, she exudes volumes of dialogue unheard but greatly understood.

We also get solid performances from those in the court of Emperor Joseph II (David Mosedale), Mozart’s biggest – and in this company, nearly only – fan. Doug Powers as Rosenberg and Craig Kemp as Von Strack have little patience for the impish young man, while J. Charles Weimer as Von Swieten comes to regret bringing him into Masonic membership.

More allegory than history, the power of this production is tangible in its performance – so incredible that, like the Emperor, all we can say is a bewildered “There it is!”

Performances are Friday through Sunday, through May 17, at the IF, 719 E. St. Clair, Indianapolis. Info at catalystrepertory.org; tickets at indyfringe.org.

Comedy and Cole do double-duty at Footlite

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By John Lyle Belden

Footlite Musicals gives us a two-for-one courtesy of the Cole Porter musical, “Kiss Me Kate,” with book by Sam and Bella Spewack, and some guy named Shakespeare.

In this show you get a backstage romance set during a Baltimore heat wave, as well as the premiere of “Taming of the Shrew: The Musical.” Fortunately for Footlite director Paula Phelan, they are essentially the same story.

Fred Graham (Aaron Mann) has written, produced, directed, and now stars in “Shrew” opposite, appropriately, his ex-wife Lilli Vanessi (Jessica Hawkins). She plays the title character, fair Katherine, while Fred is Petruchio, the daring gentleman out to woo her.

The musical within this musical also features Lois Lane (Paige Penry), who offstage has been seeing Fred, and who on stage plays the pretty younger sister Bianca. She is in turn wooed by Lucentio, played by Bill Calhoun (Jack Sullivan), who shares Lois’s affections as well as her general lack of scruples, demonstrated by the fact he ran up a big gambling debt and placed Fred’s name on the IOU. This brings on the intrusion of two faux-sophisticated mob toughs (Mitchell Hammersley and Ryan Bridges), arriving to collect.

For those who don’t know or remember the story, “Brush Up Your Shakespeare” and note that things get “Too Darn Hot” as “Another Op’nin, Another Show” doesn’t go “Wunderbar” for Fred and Lilli. It’s enough to make her declare “I Hate Men,” while they strive not to fall “So in Love.” If you are reading this thinking, “Why Can’t You Behave,” dear reader, understand that I’m “Always True to you in My Fashion.” In addition, aside from the Porter hits and big dance numbers, this is also a rollicking comedy with misunderstandings and other farcical elements throughout. This especially includes scene-stealing bits by Bridges and Hammersley.

The big cast includes about 30 additional players, including featured singers Kelly Berryman (“Another Op’nin’…”) and Michael Sherman (“Too Darn Hot”); featured musician Jeremy Kaylor; the practically unflappable Dan Flahive as Harry, who plays Kate and Bianca’s father Baptista; Jeremy Crouch as stressed Stage Manager Ralph; the ever-charming Duane Leatherman as Pops the Doorman; and Kevin Caraher as Mr. Harrison from Washington (Lilli’s fiancé).

With the parallel plots, we not only get a fun mid-20th-century musical, but also a reasonable condensation of the Shakespeare comedy, all complete with a happy ending.

Phelan is assisted by Jerry Beasley and Lauren Werne, with stage manager Melissa Yurechko. Lisa Reynolds is vocal director. Choreography is by Erica Wilkinson, and the orchestra is conducted by Aaron Burkhart.

“Kiss Me Kate” has performances Thursday through Sunday through May 17 at the Hedback Theater, 1847 N. Alabama, Indianapolis. Get info and tickets at footlite.org.  

GHDT ‘Mélange’ continues to amaze

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By John Lyle Belden

In the performance world, we sometimes find something that is so cool, but with a limited audience, and declare it a “best-kept secret.” However, every producer and performer would much prefer that the “secret” get out!

Such is the case with Gregory Glade Hancock, whose Gregory Hancock Dance Theatre has developed a local cultural phenomenon with the “Mélange” series. As we’ve noted in past reviews, it is: One vocalist; one dancer; one visual artist; no rehearsal. Together they collaborate on the spot, with the vocals inspiring movement inspiring art. Thanks to the dedication and professionalism of all involved, the combination works for one-of-a-kind experiences. The artwork is even auctioned at the end of the performance (funds go to GHDT programs) for a unique souvenir.

The best of these so far (and they have all been great) was held on April 18-19. Vocalist Evelyn Rai leaned in on the concept by presenting what she called “a conversation between music, movement, art, and the human heart.” She then proceeded to deliver, with minimal preparation, a song and spoken word stream-of-consciousness performance based on her autobiographical book “From Grief to Grace.” It felt like a rhythm and blues sermon, delivering life wisdom such as “there is a beautiful side to grief” and “in every season there is a lesson.”

Meanwhile, as artist Christina Hollering worked diligently at her easel, dancer Cody Miley (a veteran of Dance Kaleidoscope who has performed with GHDT) interpreted Rai’s words in flowing movement. He seemed a little impish at first, even invading the artist’s space to playfully dab a bit of her charcoal on his face. However, it becomes evident that his method is to link together the elements, bringing human connection to artistic endeavor. Rai goes with this, even indulging Miley by taking his hand for a few joyous steps. For this Mélange, the trio was a foursome, as Ian Dunlap on keyboards provided perfect accompaniment, and even got to play a solo.

In a word, the experience of April’s show felt transcendent. Find out what superlatives you can attach to the next Mélange on May 16-17 in The Florence performance space at the Academy of Gregory Hancock Dance Theatre, 329 Gradle Dr., Carmel. This will feature vocalist Angela Manlove, dancer Olivia Payton, and visual artist Debbie Slack.

Manlove is a powerhouse performer whom we have seen twice in the iconic Sarah role in “Ragtime,” once in the Whitney Houston role in the musical of “The Bodyguard,” and in a major supporting role (The Moon) in “Caroline, or Change.” Which, if any, of this material she brings will be a surprise to all – but still spectacular.

Payton, a GHDT company regular who was the lead character in the recent “Exodus,” last performed a Mélange two years ago. Her balance of athleticism and grace, we described then, was a “sultry style (that) perfectly complemented every song… She seemed to feel her way through the various moods evoked by (the) vocals.”

Slack, who works in an expressionist style on varied subject matter, states on her website, “For me, painting is both a joyful and deeply spiritual process.” Her gallery includes still lifes, as well as capturing the motion of Indy race cars.

Get tickets ($25 each) at gregoryhancockdancetheatre.org. And help spread the word!

Fonseca: Diner serves up potential for redemption

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By John Lyle Belden

Regarding the comic drama “Clyde’s” by Lynn Nottage, presented by Fonseca Theatre, a famous 19th-century French quote used by the original Japanese “Iron Chef” series comes to mind: “Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you what you are.”

Or, as the serene chef of this roadside diner puts it, “What’s your favorite sandwich?”

Clyde (Chandra Lynch) is proprietor of the restaurant, of which we only see the kitchen. An ex-offender who doesn’t mind being offensive, she hires felon parolees who find themselves with nowhere else to go. Her demeanor is cruel, even abusive, with a belief that those convicted are forever unredeemable losers that would put Javert of “Les Misérables” to shame.

The zen-like sandwich master Montrellous (Jamaal McCray) raises the crafting of ingredients between slices of bread to art bordering on philosophy. While exacting in his process, he takes pleasure in the simple fact that truckers come from miles around just to have one of his delicious creations. His co-workers come to embrace his approach, desiring to make their own perfect sandwich that “tastes like the truth.”

Clyde, of course, scoffs at this but doesn’t mind the business their unique menu brings in.

Also working the kitchen are Rafael (Ian Cruz) with a robbery conviction and a 12-Step sobriety chip; Tish (Shandrea Funnye) who was busted for drugs while caring for a daughter with medical issues; and Jason (Dave Pelsue) who has a temper, an assault conviction, and Aryan tattoos (which, him being the only White person present, doesn’t go over well with the others).

Director Josiah Ray McCruiston infuses this production with his devotion to good storytelling. We see in every character the distinct fears of the formerly incarcerated, their anxiety over the mistrust and misuse by those they know in the outside world, dealing with the sense that such treatment is deserved, striving to somehow make their lives – if not better – at least worth carrying on. Trust must be rebuilt; anger must be discarded; the act of making something nourishing can be nourishing itself.  

Fortunately, while there are cutlery and dishes, the food itself is mimed. This not only aids the ephemeral nature of its making (and it’ll never look better than it does in our imagination) but also this busy kitchen would generate a lot of food waste over several performances, and the smell would just make us all in the audience hungry. Kudos to Bernie Killian for the set design of this convincingly clean and cozy diner kitchen, complete with order-up window at the back. Paully Crumpacker’s lighting and Ben Dobler’s sound are also commendable.

As I’ve indicated, this is about so much more than making a great sandwich, but it also gets you thinking: What’s your favorite?

Bon Appetit. Performances are Fridays at 7 p.m., Saturdays at 4 p.m., and Sundays at 2 p.m., through May 17, at 2508 W. Washington St., Indianapolis. Get info and tickets at fonsecatheatre.org.

ATI shines with story of faded star

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By John Lyle Belden

Actors Theatre of Indiana gives us a “new way to dream” in an old story, the musical “Sunset Boulevard” by Andrew Lloyd Webber with Don Black and Christopher Hampton, based on the 1950 classic noir film co-written and directed by Billy Wilder.

The movie, which the book of the musical closely follows, starred former silent film star Gloria Swanson (who, unlike her character Norma Desmond, did manage a transition to “talkies”) and William Holden, giving them, Wilder and the film Oscar nominations. It’s also notable for ending with one of the most famous lines in the history of film.

Our Norma is played splendidly by Judy Fitzgerald, joined by the return of fellow ATI co-founder Don Farrell as her butler Max. Being a film noir story, someone will die violently; struggling script writer Joe Gillis (Luke Weber) tells us what leads up to that moment.

After a couple of numbers about the high-pressure hassle of getting a movie produced and made, Joe leaves the Paramount studios – dodging husky repo men after his car – and ends up in the driveway of a large old mansion on Sunset, where he finds an aging movie star about to hold a funeral for her pet chimpanzee.

Promised ample pay, Joe agrees to edit the script Norma has written for her cinematic return (not a “comeback,” she insists). He quickly sees that she is delusional and the pages unfilmable, but he gets to stay at the mansion, so he does. Meanwhile, at Paramount, he works with his friend Artie Green’s (Calvin Bernardo) fiancé Betty Schaefer (Deborah Mae Hill) on an actually promising script for a “Girl Meets Boy” romance.

We also meet various Hollywood folks played by Scot Greenwell, Keith Potts, Megan Arrington-Marks, Brooklyn Stewart, Corey Rudell, Peter Scharbrough, and Eric Olson, who also charmingly portrays legendary director Cecil B. DeMille.

Being set in 1949-50, there are a lot of stage cigarettes. The mood is also set by black-and-white film projections of the era, designed by Joey Mervis. Director Michael Blatt has this typically larger than life musical adapt to the intimate space of The Studio Theater with the help of a flexible set design by Jay Ganz. It hints at the artificiality of Hollywood with pieces at times folding shut like they are part of a backlot studio, other times revealing the worn splendor of Norma’s home.

Musical director is Ginger Stoltz and choreographer is Carol Worcel. Fitzgerald and Weber provide appropriately big bold voices for this big musical, with Farrell’s practically operatic.

There is also a fair amount of humor, mainly directed at the foibles of the movie biz. Norma’s mental decline, meanwhile, is taken more seriously, a contrast that aids the slow-boil suspense.  And it will all lead to that iconic spoken line.

For a look at the dark side of the movie biz, where even “the Greatest Star” can become left behind, see the beautifully tragic “Sunset Boulevard,” Wednesdays through Sundays through May 10 at the Allied Solutions Center for the Performing Arts in downtown Carmel. For tickets, visit atistage.org or thecenterpresents.org.

Civic mounts sturdy ‘Roof’

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By John Lyle Belden

The classic musical, “Fiddler on the Roof,” presented by Booth Tarkington Civic Theatre, is long familiar to theatregoers, while also important today.

Over a century after its setting (as well as 60-plus years after its Broadway debut, and 55 since the movie), we still find “Tradition!” giving way to a changing world. Current events have included an increase in attacks on Jewish people. Also, we can see examples in many cultures of people living with the fear of oppression and being forced to find new places to reside, even after years in what had felt like home.

This production, directed by Executive Artistic Director Michael J. Lasley, is a splendid experience, whether this your first time seeing it live, or it’s an old favorite.  

Tobin Strader, no stranger to the role, plays Tevye the Milkman, the central character and narrator (speaking to us when he’s not commiserating with G_d). Among his worries are finding good husbands for his five daughters – Tzeitel (Gretta Hambrook), Hodel (Mackenzie Foulks), Chava (Sadie Cohen or Lily Carlstedt), Shprintze (Evelyn Giesting), and Bielke (Greta Schaefer). Yente, the Matchmaker (Adrienne Reiswerg) stands by ready to help, but fate (and the girls) have other plans.

Melissa Cohen delivers a strong and faithful Golde, Tevy’s wife. For suitors, shy tailor Motel (Jacob Schilling) already has Tzeitel’s heart; idealist student Perchik (Austin Stodghill) wins over quick-witted Hodel; and kind-hearted Russian Fyedka (Dylan Aquaviva) bonds with Chava over their love of books.

Other notable characters in this large ensemble include Dennis Wimer as Lazar Wolf, the Butcher; Brandon Barkley as Mordcha, the Innkeeper; David Maxwell as the old Rabbi; and Matt Anderson as the local Russian Constable with guarded empathy for these people he has come to respect.

In impressive moments, we have Michael Krauter as the Russian who hits that long high note in “To Life;” Jennifer Hasty as the ghost of Fruma-Sarah; and Kennedy Whisner dancing as young “Chavaleh” in Tevye’s memory.

One of the best aspects of this production is that the Fiddler (Alex Avila-Hernandez) actually plays his instrument, and very well, frequently appearing as a living metaphor.

Brent E. Marty is music director, Sydnie Blair is stage manager, and Kasey Walker Lewellyn is choreographer – Is it me, or does the “bottle dance” at the wedding get more intricate every time I see one of these productions?

The village of Anatevka awaits your visit, that is, until the last carts roll out on May 9. Performances are Thursdays through Sundays at The Tarkington theatre in the Allied Solutions Center for the Performing Arts in downtown Carmel. Get tickets at civictheatre.org or thecenterpresents.org.

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P.S. An interesting note, unrelated to this production: There is now an actual Anatevka in Ukraine, near Kiev. It is, as Wikipedia states, “a refugee settlement that provides food, housing, education, and medical support for refugees” from the 2014 and 2022 Russian invasions. Established by local Jewish leaders, it is named after the shtetl in “Fiddler on the Roof.”

In this comedy, she really slays them

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By John Lyle Belden

As I once heard a comedian say, at some point with a mass murderer’s body count, you’re not sure whether to be appalled, or impressed.

Southbank Theatre Company presents “Hell’s Belle,” billed as “A True Crime Dark Comedy About Indiana’s First Serial Killer,” by Amalia Howard, directed by Becky Schlomann. Local actor Howard’s script was the winner of Southbank’s playwriting contest to determine this season’s closing show.

Based on the true story of Belle Gunness, a Norwegian-born widow who lived on a farm by the northern Indiana town of LaPorte from 1901 to 1908, we get a light-hearted look at a heavy topic. Howard portrays Belle’s sister, Nellie Larson, who narrates the story, speaking through time to today’s audiences, as well as other roles as needed. Ryan Moskalick and Jim Cherry play various men, many of whom do not live long. One exception is Moskalick as the farmhand Ray Lamphere, who survives Belle only to be tried as an accomplice.

As the star of the show, we have Lisa Marie Smith as Belle. She is plain but not ugly, and quite a find for lonely sons of Norway seeking the comfort of the cooking they grew up with. Her kitchen talents were indeed notable, if you don’t mind the strychnine.

Smith gives her enough cleverness and charisma to keep her activities unsuspected, coupled with her unresolved issues around men and the children she desperately wants but can’t keep alive. She also feels the financial pressure that hits hard on single women of the era. Not that this excuses numerous instances of insurance fraud, but then, a girl gets accustomed to a certain standard of living.

While not downplaying the seriousness of the crimes, we get a rather humorous look at these events, especially the circus atmosphere that attends the eventual discovery of her many, many victims.

How many people did she kill? Did she get away with it all, slipping away with what today would be more than a million dollars? These questions are still debated. The evidence is presented for you to make your own guess as well.

Schlomann is assisted by Rachel Serago; Jenn Byers is stage manager. Simple yet comfy set design is by Scott Hall. Costumes and props are by Karen Cones, with the deadly meat-grinder 3-D printed by Tony Troxell.*

For an entertaining bit of macabre Indiana history, attend “Hell’s Belle,” Thursday through Sunday (April 30-May 3) at Shelton Auditorium, 1000 W. 42nd Street (southwest corner of Butler University), Indianapolis. For info and tickets, go to southbanktheatre.org.

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*(Edit after original posting, thanks to producer Marcia Eppich-Harris for giving us Troxell’s name.)

Fateful decisions divide father and son in ALT drama

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By John Lyle Belden

We all have feelings about the events of Jan. 6, 2021, in Washington, D.C. We all have opinions. In “Fatherland,” the intense 90-minute drama by Stephen Sachs, the only ones that matter belong to two men – a father and son from Texas. One was the first up a set of Capitol steps that day; the other contacted the FBI.

Based on actual proceedings, evidence, and public statements in a U.S. District Court trial, American Lives Theatre presents this play at the IF Theatre, directed by Jacob David Lang, assisted by Madison Pickering.

The main set piece is the witness stand where a 19-year-old man, played by Matt Kraft, testifies against his father, portrayed by Scott Russell.  Built by Josh Morrow and Tony Board, the wooden structure seems solid, but its cracks are evident and reveal in splendid visual metaphor the slow fracture of the father-son relationship as past events are recalled. Various jagged pieces open and stay that way, like unhealed wounds.

The production is aided immensely by video projections, including footage of the Jan. 6 events, which were designed by Paully Crumpacker, assisted by Preston Dildine.

Jenni White portrays the U.S. District Attorney prosecuting this case. Confident and feeling the facts are on her side, she guides the son’s testimony, which in turn narrates the story of what brought us all to this point. Joshua Ramsey plays the Defense Attorney, smugly trying to confuse and discredit this principal witness.

Kraft gives an excellent portrayal of a young man deeply conflicted. He feels the division in his family, he fears what his father might do – to others, to himself, and to him – and above all he feels guilty. Regardless of whether the guilt for turning in his father is justified, it feels real to him.

Russell presents a complex man who has been reduced to a simple ideology. He is intelligent, widely traveled, and until recently successful as an oil well engineer. A reduction in active production left him without work, without purpose. Accepting without question that Donald Trump was as successful as portrayed, a copy of “Art of the Deal” ever in his hand, he not only embraced the MAGA culture, but also joined the Texas Three Percenters. The radical far-right organization intensified his fears for the future of America and primed him for the possibility of violent conflict. Russell gives us a man with cocky energy, a growing fanaticism he mistakes for patriotism, feeding his already-present anxieties. Through his son’s words, we see the slow but steady process that led to this man – convinced he would be a hero – joining the mob assaulting the U.S. Capitol.

Unlike other courtroom dramas, the most important aspect of this production is the examination of what brought these two men to the place we find them in 2022, their feelings, beliefs, attitudes, as well as what has changed – and hasn’t. Not noted, as it happened more recently, is that any guilty verdicts have been negated by Presidential Pardon in 2025.

Still, we do hear the results. The jury, in fact, includes us in the audience. We aren’t literally called on to vote, but are given much to deliberate on as we exit the theatre.

One weekend remains of “Fatherland,” an important piece of theatre for which we are grateful to ALT artistic director Chris Saunders for bringing to Indy. Performances are 7:30 p.m. Friday and Saturday, 3 p.m. Sunday, May 1-3, at the IF (home of IndyFringe), 719 E. St. Clair St., Indianapolis. Get tickets at indyfringe.org, info at americanlivestheatre.org.

Sherlock Holmes, as you’ve never seen her before

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By John Lyle Belden

A different, yet familiar, game is afoot at Mud Creek Players with “Miss Holmes,” by Christopher M. Walsh, based on characters by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, directed by Alaina Moore.

By changing the two lead characters to women – Sherlock Holmes (Kylie Adams) and Dr. Dorothy Watson (Kija Renuka) – other aspects of this Victorian-era story shift a bit as well. Holmes merely has to be her eccentric self to find herself in a mental ward, from which her brother, government agent Mycroft Holmes (Tanner Brunson) has to fetch her. Watson struggled to achieve her medical credentials and can only work at a charity hospital (it is her brother who served in Her Majesty’s Army). The hospital’s director, Dr. Anderson (Jennifer Kaufmann), brings the two together, leading to Holmes and Watson sharing the flat at 221-B Baker St., London.

Holmes’ deductive abilities have been mostly in the service of various women around the city, which brings Lizzie Chapman (Emma Fullen) to visit her about a threatening letter she received. Chapman’s husband Thomas (Brandon Wentz) is an Inspector with Scotland Yard, and known to be quite corrupt, though seemingly untouchable. The noble Inspector Geoffery Lestrade (Aaron Beal) has been keeping an eye on him, though.

Thomas Chapman had been married twice before, both dying under suspicious circumstances. Our detectives visit the mother of wife number two, Mrs. Eudora Featherstone (Jennifer Poynter), who has grown suspicious of everyone. Holmes also investigates the very shady Edwin Greener (Lark Green).

Oscar Otero plays Dr. Stamford, Watson’s suitor, as well as Mrs. Featherstone’s snooty nephew Reginald. Kaufmann also plays Holmes’ fussy housekeeper, Mrs. Hudson. Green appears as a doctor at Bedlam. Fullen also plays other roles.

With an excellent feel for the characters as we’ve come to know them in various media, a bit of sly social commentary, and appropriately cheeky humor, we get what Wendy and I think are one of the best performances of Holmes and Watson (of any gender) we’ve ever seen. Adams presents Sherlock’s quick genius and wit, at times impatient that us lesser brains aren’t keeping up, so well, it was as though Benedict Cumberbatch had coached her. Renuka has Watson prove to be his equal, in character if not in intellect, able to seize some moments herself. The unique bond of friendship they develop feels natural.

Brunson projects a confident air that makes it believable that he is both Sherlock’s brother and the keeper of Her Majesty’s secrets. Wentz is excellent as the villain, as Poynter is as a socialite. The others all acquit themselves admirably in their supporting roles – Green portraying likely the nicest thug you’ll ever meet, and Otero the most accommodating boyfriend.

Wendy adds that the mystery at the heart of the plot was also well presented.

This play felt like a well-made pilot to a series (and I’m happy to find that Walsh did write a sequel), a very entertaining and enjoyable take on the great detective. We highly recommend the services of “Miss Holmes,” performances Friday through Sunday, April 24-26, at the Mud Creek Players Barn, 9740 E. 82nd Street, Indianapolis. Get tickets at mudcreekplayers.org.

Epilogue: A story of loss, discovery, and healing

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By Wendy Carson

Joy is a fairly typical New Yorker. She is a designer who works from home and is still single at 36. What makes her special is that she just received a heart transplant. Like many recipients, she wants to know more about the man who literally gave her his heart, so she writes a note to the donor’s family thanking them for their generosity and giving her details in case they too wish to meet with her.

This is the dramedy “The Tin Woman,” by Sean Grennan, presented by Epilogue Players, directed by Nicole Amsler.

Joy (Laura Gellin) finds that as her body quickly heals, her mind and soul still have issues. Meanwhile, family members of the donor, Jack, deal with their loss each in their own way. His mother, Alice (Tanya Haas) and sister Sammy (Lauren Janning), each feel meeting the recipient might bring some sense of closure to them as a family. However, his father, Hank (Eric Bryant), being true to his generation and upbringing, has no desire to deal with the loss at all.

Add in Joy’s overly perky nurse (Sarah Froehlke) and goofy but supportive best friend Darla, (Mary DeBoer) – as well as an almost forgotten chance encounter – and you have the makings for a bittersweet tale of love, loss, and second chances.

Since Jack (Matt McKee) is ever present in everyone’s minds throughout the whole story, the play has that character present in every scene, observing and occasionally interacting with characters. Still, he is merely a “presence” in the story, not some sort of ghostly specter. This conceit made for a more powerful story and further helped to illustrate the importance of organ and tissue donation in our world. He also gets to speak in flashback scenes.

I was also impressed with Amsler’s decision to cast two different actresses for each of the minor roles (Nurse/Darla) as opposed to having the same person play both. This allows for each performer to fully inhabit the character and each gave an outstanding turn in their own right.

I must say that the acting in this show is so spot on, the delicacy of each performance could easily be overlooked. We all know someone who is the embodiment of Hank, Sammy, and Alice, and each actor portrays them perfectly. Haas presents the mother who must be a pillar of strength, despite the cracks. Janning’s Sammy is a young woman who didn’t have to completely grow up, with a job as a pre-K teacher and openly idealistic and emotional at her parents’ home. Bryant plays Hank bitter, cynical, and self-medicating, but even when angry, never abusive.  

Few of us personally know someone in Joy’s situation but could imagine ourselves in her shoes. I feel Gellin did an amazing job of bringing her to life. She embodies what Joy refers to as an “interesting sense of humor,” using it to mask the feelings she must reckon with.

However, I feel that Jack’s character is really the key performance, with McKee sheer perfection in his approach. He manages to show his feelings so subtly with just a change of expression or shift of his eyes and while his mannerisms speak volumes, he never detracts from the story unfolding onstage, just accentuates it.

This show is a wonderful peek into the ins and outs of the donation process and a must-see for anyone on the fence about whether or not this is a viable option for themselves.

Performances of “The Tin Woman” are Thursday through Sunday, April 23-26, at 1849 N. Alabama St. (corner of 19th and Alabama), Indianapolis. Get info and tickets at epilogueplayers.com.