Month: February 2023

Ancient tragedy an IRT triumph

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By Wendy Carson

First, let me say that Greek mythology is my forte and “Oedipus Rex” is a favorite of the tragedies, so I had very high hopes for this production. That said, David Daniel’s recent adaptation of Sophocles’ script, called simply “Oedipus,” exceeded anything I could have imagined.

This timeless drama, superbly directed by Indiana Repertory Theatre playwright-in-residence James Still, is on the IRT mainstage through March 18.

The play begins near the end of the legend and slowly recounts the events that will lead to its tragic conclusion. Oedipus has been doomed to kill his father and marry his mother. Fearing this prophesy, he flees his kingdom for neighboring Thebes, which he saves by solving the riddle of the Sphinx. He becomes King, and the land prospers for many years under his reign.

However, as we come to the start of the play the land is again struggling. Oedipus and his Queen, Jocasta, send her brother, Creon, to the Oracle to tell them the will of the Gods to end their plague. From there, much drama ensues.

Scenic designer Carey Wong gives us a barren stage with the brown hues bearing out the dusty death throes Thebes is suffering. Costume designer Sara Ryung Clement opts for flowing garments that hearken to a desert lifestyle showing what the land has become. The subtle ombre tones highlight their downtrodden plight while also touching on some of the character’s roles. I particularly liked her take on Creon’s garb, showing him as a statesman with an altered modern dress shirt but still a man of leisure with the rest of the ensemble.

Lindsay Jones (sound design) and Mariel Greenlee (movement) choreograph our characters’ actions to help translate the stylizations of the ancient time as well as the religious devotions of the ancient Greeks. Utilizing only percussion instruments, played by Chorus member Jed Feder, the soundscape is both lovely and demanding as the narrative drives it to be.

As for the cast, every performance was sheer perfection. Highlights for me were: Ryan Artzberger’s turn as the Corinthian perfectly brings a much needed touch of light humor to an otherwise grim story. Lisa Wolpe as Tiresias the seer highlights Oedipus’s fatal flaws of hubris and obliviousness. Trieu Tran’s Creon artfully walks the fine line between loving relative, potential suspect, and distant observer. All the rest – Olivia D. Dawson, Jan Lucas, Sola Thompson, and Mary Beth Fisher as Jocasta – beautifully flexed their acting muscles to the height of their skills.

Regarding David Alan Anderson’s role as Oedipus, a man of good heart but doomed by fate and pride, it is so good to see him commanding the stage again. I have been a fan of his acting talents since we first saw him around 20 years ago. My delight in his name being a part of this production was enormous. I am thrilled to say that he brought forth what is his greatest performance that I have ever witnessed. He flawlessly inhabited the character, sparking every emotional note such that he drew the audience into the story as witnesses, not merely observers.

I spoke with some people afterwards; they were all quite moved by this production. Even those who had no prior knowledge of the story felt later that they had known it all their life. This is what great theater is about, and I am proud to have witnessed such a thing of beauty as is being given to us here.

To attend “Oedipus” at the IRT, 140 W. Washington in the heart of Downtown Indianapolis, find tickets and information at irtlive.com.

CCP presents funny whodunit

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By John Lyle Belden

In the whodunit world, things are never as they first appear. “The Musical Comedy Murders of 1940,” by John Bishop, is presented by Carmel Community Players, but in Noblesville, as CCP is still raising funds for a hometown stage.

Also, there’s not a whole lot of music. It’s more about making and staging a musical, with only a couple of choruses sung. And, really, it’s about the murders of 1938, when the show “Manhattan Holiday” flopped in part because the cast mutinied after chorus girls were knocked off one by one by the Stage Door Slasher, who was never caught.

So, now, in late 1940, we are in the home of “angel” investor Elsa Von Grossenknueten (Richelle Lutz), who is gathering fellow persons involved in “Manhattan Holiday” who wish to pitch a new musical, “White House Merry-Go-Round.” She also invited a friend, Michael Kelly (Sam Brown), a very thinly-disguised NYPD Detective. We should also note that the maid, Helsa Wenzel (Tanya Haas), a fellow Bavarian who Elsa brought to America when things got rough in Germany (note the date), was apparently killed by a masked phantom in the opening scene, then comes back unharmed doing her regular duties minutes later. Also – and this is important to both the plot and the comedy – the house is riddled with secret doors and passages, with practically every wall on stage capable of opening or revolving.

Arriving through the snowstorm that will trap them there (naturally) are charming but unfunny comic Eddie McCuen (Jeffrey Haber), stage and screen director Ken De La Maize (Kelly Keller), chorine turned actress Nikki Crandall (Hannah Janowicz), overbearing producer Marjorie Baverstock (Eboni Wallace), Irish tenor Patrick O’Reilly (Robert Fimreite) and bickering songwriting duo Roger Hopewell (Eric Bowman) and Bernice Roth (Amber Roth). Note that by the final curtain, a number of these characters will each turn out to be someone entirely different – this includes, of course, the Stage Door Slasher!

Directed by Elizabeth Ruddell, whose assistant, the mysterious O. Carrier, performs the phantom, this play embraces both mystery and farce. The former is complicated by encroaching shadows of war, and the latter gets wacky even to the point of a “Scooby-Doo” moment among sliding and spinning doors. Standout performances include Haas being full of surprises, Keller stylishly dropping names in his alleged films, Haber showing the talent it takes to be good at being “bad,” and Janowicz playing a true triple-threat – singing, dancing, and firearms.

Four performances remain, Thursday through Sunday, March 2-5, at the Ivy Tech Noblesville Auditorium, 300 N. 17th St. Get info and tickets at CarmelPlayers.org.

This is ‘Happy’

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By John Lyle Belden

Decades before the popular “This is Fine” meme showed a cartoon dog smiling through a burning hellscape, famed Irish author and playwright Samuel Beckett penned the play, “Happy Days.” If pressed for a quick explanation of this unusual two-person show (completely unrelated to the 1970s TV sitcom), I would say it is as if the unfortunate but contented pooch had two acts to elaborate on how “fine” things are, and were.

Long considered by commenters an excellent example of Theatre of the Absurd, “Happy Days” is presented by Clerical Error Productions this weekend (through Feb. 26) at the District Theatre.

Clerical Error founder Kate Duffy is Winnie, just your typical Irish woman who is buried at least to her waist in a burning desert. A bell sounds to awaken her, and another will signal the end of the day. She awakens with a beaming smile and declaration that this is a happy day – as time passes she will, with optimism that borders on delusion, reiterate that the day is indeed happy. She has her routine. She has her black bag. She has her toothbrush. She has her hat, parasol, tonic, lipstick, Brownie the gun, and her music box. She has her song, but best not to sing it too soon.

She also has her husband. Just over the dirt mound is Willie, played with surly patience by David Mosedale. Where she is endlessly talkative, he is a man of few words, or sometimes none at all. Unable to stand, Willie makes his way in and out of his own tunnel. “What a curse, mobility,” Winnie chides him.

One gets a sense that for this couple, and perhaps the world in general, there is little future, so for our lady there is always the past, with frequent reflections on “the old style.” There is the recent memory of their last visitors, and a long-ago story of a girl and a doll.

Among actors, this play is held in the same esteem as Beckett’s “Waiting for Godot” and for the same reason: with limited physical action, this becomes the supreme test of a thespian, to engage and hold an audience for two acts with just endless talking. Duffy seems to relish the challenge, and comes through with a performance that draws you in. Directed by Jon Lindley, she accepts and goes with the absurdities in such a way that you come to feel that no matter how odd things get, this is just the way they are. Then, when the next day dawns and things have shifted, you can’t help but feel for her, wish her to have the former weirdness we had grown accustomed to in the first act.  

While observing, it is only natural for us in the audience to try to make sense of it. Beckett’s cleverly vague composition gives room for endless interpretations and metaphors. Hints and clues abound, but resolution? We are left stuck, like Winnie. Perhaps it’s best to just find an answer we are happy with.

For fans of Mr. Beckett, Ms. Duffy, or the curious open to it, this is a fascinating experience. Wendy and I found it quite entertaining – though our tastes do run to the weird, like dogs in hats in ironic webcomics.

The District is at 627 Massachusetts Ave. in downtown Indy. For information and tickets, see ClericalErrorProductions.com or IndyDistrictTheatre.org.

Our moment and old myths meld in ‘Mojada’

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By John Lyle Belden

“Medea” is one of the most produced tragedies of all time, going back to when Euripides set this mythical woman’s story on a Greek stage in 431 BC. In this past century, the play is often produced through a feminist perspective, a woman in a man’s world driven to dire acts to reclaim herself. To this, contemporary Chicano playwright Luis Alfaro layers on the story of today’s Latinx immigrants, complete with the ancient spiritual energy of the Americas.

Indianapolis Shakespeare Company presents Alfaro’s “Mojada” at the Phoenix Theatre Cultural Centre, directed by Maria Souza.

Medea (Erica Cruz Hernandez) makes her living as a seamstress working from her present home in a rapidly developing neighborhood in California. She came here from Zamora, Mexico (deep in the country, west of Mexico City) with Jason (pronounced “Ha-sohn,” played by Christopher Centinaro) and their son, Acan (Jasmin Martinez), as well as a woman only known by the word for a dear aunt, Tita (Isabel Quintero). While Jason works his way up from construction laborer to assistant to Armida (Kidany Camilo), the woman who owns their house, Medea never strays far from her front door, looking to Tita, a curandera (healer), to keep her connected to her old homeland. Neighbor and pastry baker Josefina (Camilo), who sports blond hair and wants to be called “Josie,” encourages Medea to “be of this place,” but she refuses, even as her man – as well as young Acan – spend ever more time at the boss’s luxury estate.

Even without knowing the Greek source material, you can tell this won’t end well.

This production, in the intimate confines of the Phoenix’s Basile Theatre, is bilingual – and at times trilingual – with projected captions on the back wall in English, Spanish, and Nahuatl (Aztec language). This bit of inclusivity and culture aids understanding and context, but works best seen from the stage-front section of seats. The gods and spirits invoked here are of the New World, including sacred animals, the Guaco bird and Monarch butterfly. Tita is our guide in this way, as well as the classic function of Chorus.

While Centinaro, Martinez and Camilo ably play relatable roles of those wishing to assimilate, Hernandez is fascinating as a woman who is both stuck, unable to move from her past, and justifiably stubborn, not wanting to pull off her native culture like an old garment. Quintero nimbly works from sweet to flinty, and ever wise, like anyone’s favorite aunt.

In a flashback scene, we see what these immigrants endured and sacrificed to arrive at this place, and why Medea can’t go home. This may be the most important part of the play, a lesson for those who only know their struggles from a few words in the news, while deepening the reasons for the coming madness.

“Indy-Shakes” chose wisely to open its 2023 season with this hybrid legend, made richer by the contributions of both Euripides and Alfaro, brought excellently to life in – naturally – the Phoenix. Performances of “Mojada” run through March 5 at 705 N. Illinois St., get info at indyshakes.com and tickets at phoenixtheatre.org.

Civic ‘Anne Frank’ stirs young audience

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By Wendy Carson 

This past Wednesday, I was fortunate enough to be allowed to attend one of the special student showings of “The Diary of Anne Frank,” at the Booth Tarkington Civic Theatre. It was eye-opening for all, to say the least. Overhearing their comments both during and after the show helped drive home how important theatrical productions of Holocaust stories are in our world.

With most of the audience being of roughly the same age as Anne, the tragedy of her life and situation really resonated with the students. While they were aware of World War II as history, seeing the images in context really drove these horrors home. After the performance, most were busy wiping tears from their eyes, even those who had read Anne’s “Diary of a Young Girl” prior to attendance.

The power of the show begins with the spectacular set design of Ryan Koharchik. The multi-level set reflects the spaces these souls were forced to inhabit during their two years in hiding but the grim truth of the situation comes from the high, chain-link fence topped with razor wire that serves at the back wall to the show. This also allows for Michael J. Lasley to project timely background photos to further the message beginning with the initial one of Anne’s photograph and actual pages of writing from her diary. Lasley also has a short moment on stage near the end of the show.

While Wendy Kesselman’s new adaption of the play by Frances Goodrich and Albert Hackett is stirring, nothing would ring true without the amazing skills of the actors here, under the direction of versatile theatre artist Claire Wilcher. Especially since many regular theater goers will know several of them for their numerous comedic roles and will be delighted to see their incredible range highlighted here.

Rebecca Piñero brings the shy stoicism of Anne’s older sister Edith to light, keeping her character from being overlooked and fading into the background.

Kevin Caraher as Mr. Kraler, who keeps the doors to the Franks’ business open and running while ensuring no one else is aware of the eight souls above, shows both the hopefulness and fear of his role.

Mookie Harris as the dentist Mr. Dussel keeps his character cold and very removed from the others he is with, but also hints that this is the character’s way of shielding himself from the devastation of losing more people he cares about.

Jay Hemphill and Carrie Reiberg as Mr. and Mrs. Van Daan bring the elitist pomposity out in their characters, yet still show us the struggles of a couple terrified of the situation they have been put into.

Garrett Rowe, as Peter Van Daan, brings his character’s growth from fear at being thrown into a new situation with unbearable co-inhabitants, delicately budding into happiness and growing romance throughout their time together.

David Wood as Otto Frank keeps the optimistic outlook as the leader of this group of survivors. Brittany Magee’s maternal turn as Edith Frank is perfection indeed. She enacts the struggles and sorrows of a mother fighting to keep control of her family and situation so well you might think she has raised a slew of teenagers herself.

Anyone who has ever witnessed her on stage before obviously knows the spectacular comic whirlwind that is Kelsey VanVoorst. Now we are a party to the depth of her pathos as she portrays Miep Gies, the character most at risk of tragedy for her part in this endeavor. VenVoorst keeps Miep as upbeat as possible as she bravely smuggles in the supplies to keep the group alive during their time in hiding. The strength and resolve that keeps her going are evident as she forces herself to find the happiest news she can find to share with the families.

Finally, we arrive at the cornerstone role of the play, Gemma Rollison as Anne Frank (alternately played by Sydney Pinchouck on Feb. 28 and 24). Known as a brave girl who fought through so much to keep herself optimistic through her lifetime, this side of Anne is presented perfectly, yet Rollinson also brings the girl’s precocious and obnoxious spirit also noted in her writing and memories of her surviving father. Beginning as an oblivious 13-year-old who thinks teasing her companions is the height of joy, Rollinson exquisitely brings out Anne’s changes into a budding young woman by the show’s end.

As this country has recently experienced fear and confinement from a life-threatening disease, it feels like we can identify somewhat with the desperation and anxiety faced here. However, the fatalities of the Coronavirus are nothing in comparison to the horrors of the Holocaust. This grave, terrible reality is precisely why these stories must be told and retold. As the years pass and memories begin to fade, we must ensure that this dark chapter of the past is never forgotten or allowed to recur. The Indianapolis Jewish Community Relations Council is on hand in the lobby to provide information of how to participate in continuing this vital effort.

After seeing the reactions of the young people in the audience, I urge you to get as many of them to this show as you can (as well as yourselves). While the subject matter is rather intense and is probably not suitable for all ages, anyone 13 and up really needs to see what life could have been like for themselves if they had been born during this time. Performances run through Feb. 25 (public showtimes at 7 p.m. Thursdays through Saturdays, 2 p.m. Sundays) at the Tarkington theatre in the Center for the Performing Arts in downtown Carmel. Get info and tickets at civictheatre.org or thecenterpresents.org.

Unflinching, uncompromising ‘Road Trip’

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By Wendy Carson

As you can guess by the title, “Abortion Road Trip,” Fonseca Theater Company’s latest offering deals with one of the most polarizing subjects of the last fifty-plus years. Rachel Lynett’s script delves into the reasons and reasoning behind the choice to have, or not have, an abortion. Nothing is sugar-coated here, which is why it is important for women especially to see and hear this story. I’m not saying it will change your opinion, but it will open some eyes as to what access to this single procedure actually means for the female gender.

Set in 2016, just after Texas made abortion access illegal, sisters Minnie (Leona Jones) and Lexa (Viviana Quinones) hire a cab to take them from their home in Houston to the nearest clinic in Albuquerque, N.M. (nearly 885 miles, according to Google). Lexa’s aversion to flying, she says, is the reason behind this strange mode of travel.

While on the road, Lexa, Minnie and their Driver (Carrie Ann Schlatter) talk through the incidents and choices that have brought them all together in this “adventure.” While Lexa is unwavering in her decision to have the abortion, her manic questioning and need for them all to “get heavy” hints at her anxiety over her entire situation.

These vignettes are acted out with the help of Megan Ann Jacobs, who portrays both Taylor (Driver’s wife) and Quinn (Lexa’s best friend and Minnie’s girlfriend), and Paige Scott as the sisters’ loving Mom. I would like to note that for anyone who thinks the stories are absurdist propaganda, I have either experienced or been a party to every one of these scenarios. They are far from uncommon or false.

The sets and props are sparse but road trips and memories need little to be portrayed, making the minimalist approach of Bernie Killian (scenic design) and Rebekah Radloff (props) a fitting lack of distraction. Mad Brown’s costuming skills are highlighted in the change of wigs and clothing to differentiate Quinn from Taylor.

Under the delicate guidance of director Abby Scharbrough, the cast brings this story together beautifully, leavened with dark yet appropriate humor. Jones shows Minnie’s courage and determination in finding her own way without ever feeling diminished in spirit. Quinones shows Lexa as a female who is realizing that she’s no longer a carefree child and now must make adult decisions and deal with their ramifications to everyone else in her life. Schlatter also balances her own character’s change from impartial non-observer to somewhat-willing participant by baring her own scars but holding back enough detail to keep their origins her own.             

Jacobs manages to craft her “accessory” characters into real beings. She shows Taylor’s journey through betrayal and tragedy, ending in a loving hopefulness for the future. Meanwhile, she gives Quinn a kindly sweetness that manages to belie her personal beliefs until they reach their ultimate conclusion.

Perhaps the most effective and stunning turn is Scott as Mom. She brings the love, understanding and warmth that we have all craved from our own mothers but they could never quite equal to the unconditional love and support shown here.

Whatever means of transportation you personally choose, use it to get you to the Fonseca Theater and watch this curious road trip unfold, through Feb. 26 at 2508 W. Michigan St., Indianapolis. Get tickets at FonsecaTheatre.org. (Note: The regular Saturday performance time is now 4 p.m., allowing audiences the evening free for other activities – maybe another play!)

Epilogue brings monster tale to life with radio magic

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By John Lyle Belden

When dealing with a familiar favorite story, the best part is in how it’s told.

In “Frankenstein: The Radio Play,” presented by Epilogue Players, Mary Shelley’s classic novel is presented as a radio drama produced in 1940s London – an escape from the horrors of the real world. Adapted by Philip Grecian from his stage play, based on Shelley’s 1818 book, the production gives us a theatre of the mind experience while providing a glimpse into how the audio magic is made.

The immersive experience goes a step further by not renaming the actors as British counterparts, and by including radio ads promoting every advertiser in the program. This may be the best promotion English Ivy’s restaurant and bar (in today’s Indianapolis, just down the street) has ever gotten.

Craig Kemp (actually from the U.K., by the way) voices the titular figure, Victor Frankenstein – whom any literature buff will note is the true “monster” of the novel – in fine fashion, from the soothing doctor in love to the ecstatic “it’s ALIVE!” during the creature’s “birth.” Other actors provide major and minor parts (the broadcast audience can’t see them, so switching is a manner of inflection, which they easily do). Principally, Alex Bast is the doctor’s friend and assistant, Henry Clerval; Dale W. Smith is their peer, Professor Waldman; Caity Withers, the studio announcer and producer, is Baroness Frankenstein; Phoebe Aldridge is young Catherine Frankenstein; Melody Simms is Catherine’s governess, Justine Moritz; Bella King is Victor’s cousin and fiancé, Elizabeth Frankenstein; Grant Bowen is Arctic explorer Capt. Robert Walton, as well as the blind man, Delacey; and Jason Creighton is The Creature (usually referred to by epithets, by himself as Adam/Lucifer, but never as his “father’s” name), giving an appropriately powerful rendition of the misunderstood beast.

Also deserving of star billing are foley artists Amanda Greene, Roger E. Dutcher, Karen Markle, and Zach Thompson, who undertake complex effects with as close as the era allowed to surround-sound. Seeing the various gadgets used only adds to the fun while their acoustical accuracy doesn’t break their spell. Daniel Watson directs and composed some of the music, performed by Bethany Watson on piano.

Glancing over the novel’s plot summary as well as various films from James Whale to Kenneth Branagh and variations including breakfast cereal and Abbot & Costello, I probably should make some notes of the story here. This play does start and end on Cpt. Walton’s ship approaching the North Pole. Henry sounds quite handsome, with no hunchback noted, and is a fellow scientist, not a servant. Also, a critical plot point, the brain supplied to the creature is that of a genius Victor admires (not “Abbie Normal”), which becomes evident at the Adam’s clarity after his initial mental fog, making his reasoned impulses for revenge more menacing. Finally, there is no postmodern wink or sight-gags among the English cast; this show is played for chills, not laughs.

Performances run through Feb. 26. Space is limited at the little theatre on Hedback Corner, 1849 N. Alabama St., and tickets are selling fast. Get yours at EpiloguePlayers.com.   

Fogg vs. Fix in frantic farce at The Fort

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By John Lyle Belden

While 19th century author Jules Verne indulged in some of the first popular works of what came to be known as science-fiction, one of his most popular novels dealt with a bit of science fact: in the 1800s it was possible to travel around the entire Planet Earth in under three months.

However, Belfry Theatre has only two hours to show how it was done, so thanks to dramatic license, a talented small cast, and a table full of radio-era sound effects – employing a comic adaptation by Mark Brown – we go “Around the World in 80 Days” at Theater at the Fort in Lawrence.

French adventurer and stickler for details Passepartout (Bryan Ball Cavajal) seeks to take it easy as a manservant for the most predictably boring gentleman in London, Mr. Phileas Fogg (Brad Staggs). However, on his first day on the job, Fogg rushes home and says to pack a carpetbag at once and hands Passepartout a big roll of British banknotes. It turns out our master has taken up a wager against the men at his posh club to travel around the world in 80 days – or less! – taking advantage of modern steamships and a newly-completed railway in India.

The era’s technology makes the journey possible, and Fogg’s mathematical mind helps him get ahead of schedule. However, Scotland Yard Detective Fix (Austin Uebelhor) suspects the money our hero hands out freely was stolen by a mysterious Gentleman Bandit. If the warrant arrives at a stop in the global British Empire at the same time as “Inspectimafix” and Fogg, arrest and detainment could mean losing the very expensive bet – even if our traveler is innocent. Fortunately, Fix is no fox, and the globetrotting chase takes some interesting turns.

The story is acted and narrated by a cast that also includes Sarah Eberhardt as practically every officer, sea-captain and official in the Empire; Uebelhor in other costumed personae; Eric Dixon in various parts as well as noises at the Foley table; and Barb Weaver, who also plays Auoda, the doomed widow rescued in India by Fogg and Passepartout. Directed by Eric Matters, this production is loaded with wit and sight-gags, paced so you’ve experienced quite an adventure by the time our party returns to London.

The antics of Cavajal, especially when sparring with Uebelhor, are a delight. Everhardt’s versatility and comic timing are impeccable. Staggs keeps Fogg as stiff as his stovepipe hat, while allowing enough humanity to keep him likable, especially in Weaver’s charming presence.

There are actually only three days left on this fun journey, with four performances: Friday and Saturday evenings, Saturday and Sunday afternoons, Feb. 17-19. Catch the action at 8920 Otis Ave., Lawrence. Get info and tickets at TheBelfryTheatre.com or ArtsForLawrence.org.

GHDT reflects recent changes in ‘New World’

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By Wendy Carson

Gregory Hancock Dance Theatre’s first offering of the new year showcases the newly renovated Florence performance space. Named in memory of founder/director/choreographer Gregory Glade Hancock’s beloved mother, the intimate space is ideal for the audience to more vividly experience the efforts of all involved. “New World Dances” is an appropriately powerful choice to christen the space.

The show highlights dances created during the recent pandemic years, previously presented as “Dances for a New World” on stage and online, highlighting the emotional rollercoaster experienced by everyone during that time. Except for one notable exception, the dancers are not touching each other, enhancing the sense of isolation they each felt (and reflecting the fact each had to work alone during quarantine). Hancock noted that this collection of dance works is not his typical visual storytelling. While there is some discernable narrative, the emphasis is more on expressing the emotions felt as the entire planet entered today’s “new” world.

 From the very start, you’re aware this is going to be an experience that you won’t soon forget, with movement open to numerous interpretations. I highlight just a few pieces here along with what they conveyed to me (your results may vary).

The opening number, Isolation, has each dancer wearing a rubber “Plague Doctor” mask (think giant crow head with goggles) and performing the same choreography in staggered succession. The angst and desperation I felt made me think of the various locations worldwide dealing with the unknowns of the Corona virus. They all came to the same conclusion but each in their own time.

Also highlighting this era: Casualties hearkens to the riots and civil unrest throughout our country; Denial shows those who never took any of this seriously until it came into their own lives; and Media has individual dancers weighed down by huge tangles of video tape, engaging our search for truth through the lies flooding in from everywhere.

There are four solo dances in the show. One is performed by the lone male in the group, Thomas Mason, while the others are performed by one of a pair in that slot. Who each is and the dance they perform will depend on the date you attend. 

The first of these, performed by Abigail Lessaris during our show (Josie Moody alternates) seemed to convey our search for normalcy in our new situations while keeping yourself optimistic. Chloe Holzman (Hannah Brown alternates) gave us a celebration of our new skills learned and paths taken during this time (think all that sourdough bread we made). Camden Lancaster gives us the final solo (Olivia Payton alternates) in which her bubbly joy seems to reflect the hope for a return to normalcy with the rise of vaccines and lessening of cases and restrictions.

The final two numbers, You Can’t Stop Love and A New World show not only the fear and awkwardness of our return to “normalcy”, but also our resolve, determination, and strength to conquer all future problems whether we be physically together or separate.

The “G2” student dancers – Zoe Hacker, Allie Hanning, Audrey Holloway, Audrey Springer, Rebecca Zigmond – also display their talents in two superb numbers.

With costumes also designed by Hancock, the dances are a visual spectacle of color and movement. Hancock’s style does reflect his love of Southern Asia, but other influences emerge, with the finale more resembling classic ballet.

We are happy to add that, unlike the one-weekend dates at the Tarkington, this show continues for two more, through Feb. 26. The Florence is contained within the Academy of Gregory Hancock Dance Theatre, 329 Gradle Drive, Carmel. Get information and tickets at GregoryHancockDanceTheatre.org.

BCP toasts friendship in ‘Bridesmaid’ comedy

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By John Lyle Belden

As entertainments like “Designing Women” and “Steel Magnolias” prove, you get four Southern women of a certain age together as best friends, and all manner of hijinks will ensue. Over time, this tends to involve marriage as besties take their turns as “Always a Bridesmaid,” the comedy by Jessie Jones, Nicholas Hope and Jamie Wooten, presented by Buck Creek Players.

Kari (Kirsten Cutshall) has grown up in the shadow of such ladies, as she takes a moment during her own wedding reception to remark on the nuptial adventures of her mother, Libby Ruth (Cyrena Knight), and lifelong pals Monette (Melissa Sandullo), Charlie (Lea Ellingwood) and Deedra (Shelley Spate).

When the foursome found themselves without dates at their high school senior Prom, they pledged to be there for one another’s eventual weddings. The ceremonies all happen at lovely Laurelton Oaks, near Richmond, Va., managed by shrewd Sedalia (Nancy Laudeman).

Could third time be the charm for vain Monette? Is Charlie, who would rather work her garden in jeans than stand around in a dress, jinxed? Will Deedra, a respected judge in D.C., find a man who truly respects her at home? And who gave Kari champagne? This could be more than super-organized hopeless romantic Libby Ruth can take.

As you’d expect, this show has a lot of heart, as well as gut-busting hilarity as weddings go awry in various ways. This involves all four of our friends, as well as Sedalia, who “hasn’t lost a bride yet” and eagerly takes on extreme measures to maintain her record. Playing a character of the same generation as the others, Laudeman’s portrayal fits right in.

Each of the foursome has a distinct personality, which Knight, Sandullo, Ellingwood, and Spate manage to keep above caricature. Directed by Mel DeVito and Nickie Cornett, they keep the farcical moments coming with excellent timing, and give us characters of such dimension that we even get an excellent sense of the men in their lives.

Cutshall is charming, and comedically sharp even as Kari’s senses dull. We must also compliment costume designer Donna Jacobi, especially with the “theme wedding” dresses and the “ghosts of bridesmaids past” scene.

You are cordially invited to “Always a Bridesmaid,” with tickets selling fast for performances Friday through Sunday, Feb. 17-19, at Buck Creek Playhouse, 11150 Southeastern Ave. (Acton Road exit off I-74), Indianapolis. Info and tickets at BuckCreekPlayers.com.