Month: February 2024

Clerical Error brings legendary actress to life

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By John Lyle Belden

Known for their comical works, Kate Duffy and Clerical Error Productions have taken on their most serious project yet: “Call Me Kate: Katherine Hepburn Tells it Like it Is.”

Based on a 1970s television interview Hepburn gave to Dick Cavett, this intimate production, held recently in the cozy confines of The Brick Room comedy club in Noblesville, takes us to a 1973 episode of “The Dick Cavendish Show” at ABC studios in New York. The audience is, of course, the studio audience, in sight of a black-and-white monitor that shows appropriate commercials and the flashing “APPLAUSE” sign. As we settle in, the crew are busy – David Molloy as Arthur the producer, Dennis Forkel at the bulky camera, Stacy Long and Cindye McDaniel on hair and makeup, and studio page Manny Casillas. Cavendish (Blake Mellencamp) arrives, blue interview question cards in hand, and finally, Ms. Hepburn herself (Duffy), fussing about the rug and the arrangement of the furniture, barking orders and receiving reassurance from her assistant Phyllis (Wendy Brown). Within seconds, Arthur is counting down: “Four, three, two…” Cue music and applause.

Can something with this big a cast be considered a one-woman-show? As in a great screen bio-pic or stage reenactment, Duffy completely disappears into Hepburn, bringing the Hollywood legend to energetic life. The time frame, between her 1960s performances with Spencer Tracy (“Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner”) and Peter O’Toole (“The Lion in Winter”) and her upcoming notable roles with John Wayne (“Rooster Cogburn”) and Henry Fonda (“On Golden Pond,” winning her fourth Oscar), has Kate at the pinnacle of her power and fame. Mature and candid about her age, she reflects on her varied career, both the hits and the flops, and the many fellow legends she worked with – as well as a few choice words for a director or two she felt deserving of obscurity.

It is clear that Duffy has thoroughly researched the actress, in voice and manner picking up her unique style with confidence, while sharply “remembering” various studio stories and her feelings towards others, especially long-time co-star Tracy. As a further test, all audience members are asked before the show to write a question for “Kate” to answer in the last segment of the program. She answers several, completely in character. (Just don’t ask about films or TV she hasn’t done yet!)

For his part, Mellencamp plays Cavendish as a little starstruck and rather flustered, barely in control of his own show (which Kate has no problem pointing out). It adds to the humor, and the sense that especially in those times, guys can barely handle the presence of a strong woman just being herself.

Clerical Error Productions will next present “Mother Ireland: Women Who Shaped a Nation” in May, before working up a fresh farce for IndyFringe in August. Still, I hope we haven’t heard the last of “Kate” and given this successful premiere, you could one day get to question a “living” legend.

IRT presents ‘Folks’ in a comic situation

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By John Lyle Belden

The situation comedy, a/k/a sitcom, is primarily an American invention, and in its many settings often reflects an aspect of the American Dream. But put something that could be made into a TV pilot on a stage with no cameras – just the live audience – and you find that the difference between a “Full House” and “A Raisin in the Sun” becomes little more than the laugh track.

This is the genre-testing approach of R. Eric Thomas’s “The Folks at Home,” in its second-ever production, presented by Indiana Repertory Theatre (its premiere was in Baltimore, where the story is set).

Young married couple Brandon and Roger (Garrett Young and Keith Illidge) are hitting what could be a rough patch. The big house they bought is changing from a wise investment to a burden as Roger has trouble finding a job; still, Brandon has things budgeted so they can stay until they sell the house – which Roger privately doesn’t want to do. Also, the ghost put the mail in the refrigerator again.

While Brandon’s at work, Roger’s parents Pamela and Vernon (Oliva D. Dawson and Sean Blake) arrive, informing him that their house is in foreclosure, and they are going to have to move in. Later, Brandon’s says-whatever’s-in-her-head mother Maureen (Tracy Michelle Arnold) shows up, stating that since she’s between jobs and living situations, her son said she could move in. Then the “maid” Alice (Claire Wilcher) abruptly arrives to clean off the dust and bad vibes.

As they say in the biz, hilarity ensues.

It’s interesting to guess all the possible classic sitcom influences jammed into this play – “Odd Couple,” “All in the Family,” “Jeffersons,” “Roseanne/Conners,” “Ghosts,” “Modern Family,” you name it – but that would be a disservice to Thomas and director Reggie D. White. In this homage to problems that work out in half an hour of wholesome humor, we see what happens when the issues don’t stop when the theme song kicks back in. Just as many teleplays are based on lived experiences in family homes, this fictional family sees things getting real between the quippy one-liners and odd misunderstandings.

Even with the ever-lurking drama, there are some belly-laugh comic moments, including the always-awkward “family meeting,” and the arrival in Act 2 of Wilcher as Brandon’s very pregnant sister Brittany, eager to dispense her “crock-pot” wisdom. The cast give us unique characters that still suggest archetypes – Maureen a bit Archie Bunker, Vernon a bit George Jefferson, Brandon and Roger like pals of Will and Grace – which like those personae keep them relatable to folks we know or people we’ve been. Given more than a half-hour for the plot to play out, it’s like binging a short season’s arc (complete with Intermission for a break) to see how all the storylines resolve. Funny, uplifting, and NOT available on Netflix or any other streaming service. Catch “The Folks at Home” at the IRT, 140 W. Washington St., Indianapolis, through March 16. Get tickets and information at irtlive.com.

Fabulous flora in drag ‘Little Shop’

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By John Lyle Belden

To borrow from an unrelated comedy gang who put male bodies in dresses: Now for something completely different.

Indy Drag Theatre was in full bloom at the District Theatre with its production of “Little Shop of (W)Horrors:  A Drag Parody Musical.” The fairly new local company took on a mostly straight (ha-ha) presentation of the movie-turned-Broadway-turned-movie, but done by drag queens, kings, and other genderfluid royalty. In the true spirit of the Drag art form, emphasizing spectacle and visual parody and satire – in the most *fabulous* manner possible – our performers expertly lip-synch the lines and songs from Broadway and film audio, but what you see on the stage is even more entertaining than most renditions of the classic boy/girl/man-eating-plant story.

With no scenes drastically altered, this serves to inform or remind those unfamiliar with the source work. However, if you know what happens, it becomes awesome on another level. Shoddy-sheik staging and costumes match both the story and the tongue-in-cheek mood. Dance numbers both advance the story and “work it” a la a Ru-Paul revue. In the best melding of the already-goofy musical and this milieu, our star houseplant, Audrey II, transforms from the standard hand-puppet to the toxic fabulousness of Ciara Myst.*

Other principal cast members include Parker Taylor as Seymour Krelborn, the Skid Row orphan who discovers the plant; Pancha La Flor as Audrey, the sweet girl at the flower shop Seymour is sweet on and the sadistic Dentist (Beelzebabe) beats on; Eli Rose as florist Mr. Mushnik; and our hot chorus of backups Ava Morningstar (as Crystal), April Rosè (Chiffon), and Devin Hill (Ronette).

Also on stage are Axel Rosie, Drucilla Demora, Blue Lightning, and understudies Jared Matthew, Zariah, and Kalinda Morningstar.

Taylor, who has been brilliant in recent regular stage productions, puts their talent to excellent use – one who would be great a century ago mouthing and emoting a silent film. La Flor is not the beanpole actress you usually get for Audrey, kind of like if Broadway had tapped a young Jennifer Coolidge, but she makes it all work (in both senses of the word) wonderfully. As for Ms. Myst, the ability to strut the whole stage makes this fierce flytrap more dangerous than in any other medium.

Direction is by Krystie Roberts, with choreography by April Rosè, IDT’s co-founder (with creative director Blair St. Clair).

If you are a teen (with cool parents) or older and hip to any of this at all, it is a must that you support this marvelous meld of “holla”- worthy entertainment (and yes, whooping it up is encouraged, but slip your dollar bills into their Venmo). Remaining performances are Thursday through Sunday, Feb.  22-25, at the District Theatre, 627 Massachusetts Ave., Indianapolis. Get tickets (including VIP) and info at indydistrictthe.org or indydragtheatre.com.

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[*In keeping with the culture and respecting personal boundaries, if the Drag name is all we are given for a performer (which is as unique and individual as what’s on their driver’s license anyway), that’s all we publish.]

Magician presents spirited old-style gathering

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By John Lyle Belden

At the same time as the modern magic show evolved throughout the 19th and 20th centuries, a movement arose involving communication with the deceased, known as Spiritualism. Turns out, the two had a lot in common.

Lexington, Ky., magician John Shore presents “The Talking Dead: Experiences from the Victorian Séance,” a one-hour exploration of the history and methods of Spiritualist mediums. After a successful debut at The Mary Todd Lincoln House in Lexington, and some revisions, this carefully-researched performance had a one night only showing recently at the IndyFringe Basile Theatre in Indianapolis, produced by Taylor Martin.

Shore decries the tense horror atmosphere of seances as portrayed by Hollywood, noting that especially from the 1840s to the 1920s, they had an overall relaxed atmosphere, an evening’s entertainment for middle and upper classes. Seating is mainly on stage, with some especially close to a pair of small tables, recreating the necessary intimate feel. Light is sometimes by a single candle.

We learn about historical figures including the Fox Sisters, who started the craze with rapping at walls and tables; D.D. Home, whose spirit power made furniture move; Dr. Henry Slade, who advanced from yes-or-no knocks or guesses at cards to mysterious messages on schoolhouse slates; and Margery the Medium, whose feats defied explanation throughout her career. We also hear about notables such as Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, who believed absolutely everything presented to him, and legendary magician/escapologist Harry Houdini, who absolutely did not.

Shore delivers more than a lecture. The table moves and the cards reveal, while mysterious raps surround us, a simple bell rings itself, and a tambourine clatters – revealing that our séance has its own unseen spirit guide present.  (We even get “her” name.)

This splendid presentation gives us illusions in which the knowledgeable might suspect solutions, but with an air of mystery that keeps that part of you that wants to believe tuned in. As Spiritualism evolved into a bona fide religion, Shore notes that the mystery of faith plays an important role in the experience.

“Exposing it (as Houdini and his contemporaries did) really became beside the point,” Shore said after the show. As it was said in that era, neither for the skeptic nor the believer would anything fully change their minds.

As in a true séance of yesteryear, there is a fair amount of audience involvement. In fact, all who attend are asked to each write down a question for the spirits. A number of these will be selected – and answered.

Martin, a longtime Fringe veteran and master of the Indy Magic performance series, is working with Shore to bring “The Talking Dead” to this summer’s IndyFringe Festival. We are hoping they make it onto the schedule, as this enlightening and entertaining show will likely be a big hit. However, as much of the audience in the recent performance were members and friends of the local magic community, it will be interesting to see how more mundane folks handle the mysterious goings-on.  

‘Wild’ fun at GHDT Academy

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By Wendy Carson      

Gregory Hancock Dance Theatre has brought back its wildly popular “The Wild Wild West,” which premiered in 2019. If you missed the show then, thank your lucky stars and hustle up to The Florence Theater in Carmel to catch it this time around.

It is surprising how balletic many of the typical movements we associate with cowboys in the Old West actually are. Within the first few seconds of Thomas Mason’s opening number, you understand the grace of this cadence.

We are also treated to some Native American dancing that was rigorously researched by the choreography team, including director Gregory Glade Hancock. Traditional Western dances of the time are also included.

The show has an overarching story with various scenes being introduced via cards carried across the stage in a tribute to silent movies. Theme music and visuals hearken to Westerns of both Hollywood and “Spaghetti” style. Also, in a rare breach of tradition, many of the performers have bits of dialogue throughout. Featured dancers include assistant director Abigail Lessaris as Mason’s love interest, Chloe Holzman as an Indian Chief, Olivia Payton as an Indian Princess (and one wacky cowpoke in a couple of ensemble scenes), Josie Moody as dance-hall girl Darla, and Camden Lancaster as the “Mysterious Woman.”

The intimate setting of the Florence, the performance space at the Academy of Gregory Hancock Dance Theatre, makes it easier to hear and see all of the action and maybe even interact with the dancers.

While the dancing is always taken seriously, the entire attitude of the show is very tongue-in-cheek. Feel free to clap along to the music whenever the feeling hits or whoop and holler if you’d like. With so much rollicking fun on stage, this is truly a treat for the whole family (especially younger ones and those who tend to resist seeing “dance shows”).

Dust off your cowboy hat, slip on your boots, lace up your bolo tie, and mosey on up to the Hancock Dance academy at 329 Gradle Drive, Carmel, for performances 5 p.m. Saturdays, 3 p.m. Sundays, through Feb. 25. Get tickets and info at gregoryhancockdancetheatre.com.

Laughs and love at The Cat

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By John Lyle Belden

There’s something funny going on at The Cat in downtown Carmel: the fun musical “I Love You, You’re Perfect, Now Change.”

The show, written by Joe DiPietro and Jimmy Roberts, is a series of musical skits reflecting love from first meeting to long after the wedding. Christian Condra, JB Scoble, Sara Castillo Dandurand, and Abby Okerson perform in various couplings throughout. Being no strangers to silliness, Condra and Scoble direct.

In keeping with his on-stage appearances, we get Condra in his underwear in record time. Nobody gets stripped beyond their skivvies, but there is some mature content, so consider this for teens and up.

Dating is a pain, marriage is a pain, family are a pain – so why are we laughing? This foursome gladly suffer for our pleasure, complete with swirling props and physical gags as well as the hilarious punchlines.

Music is nicely provided onstage by Gisele Dollinger and Evan Wang.

For your post-Valentine entertainment, you’ll love “I Love You, You’re Perfect, Now Change,” Thursday through Sunday, Feb. 15-18 at The Cat, 254 Veterans Way, Carmel. Get info and tickets at thecat.biz.

‘Crew’ remembers forgotten Civil Rights heroes

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By John Lyle Belden

“Cadillac Crews are not fictional. They really happened. But we don’t know the many names of the women who, on them, helped to integrate the American south.” – Playwright Tori Sampson in an interview on www.newpaltz.edu.

Black women in the 1960s faced a battle on two fronts. They endured the struggle for racial equality alongside Black men, who at times placed them in a strictly background role, mostly unheard and largely unknown.

In the play, “Cadillac Crew,” by Tori Sampson, presented by Mud Creek Players, this becomes a hard lesson for Rachel Christopher (Shakisha Mahogany), leader in a Virginia civil rights activists’ office. She has arranged for movement pioneer Rosa Parks to speak at an upcoming conference. However, her day starts with friction from office assistant Abby (Shanae Denise), who feels she should have more duties, considering her pre-law degree. Rachel notes that even with her Masters, all she has done is administrative work, but that should soon change. Dee (Gabrielle Patterson) arrives already under stress, dealing with her daughter starting class at a mostly-White school under a new Integration plan. Finally, there is Sarah (Rachel Kelso), whose Whiteness raises quiet suspicion with Abby and Dee, despite her eagerness to help and Rachel’s willingness to vouch for her.

Two pieces of bad news arrive – the male leadership’s decision to demote Parks’ appearance from a keynote address to perhaps a luncheon, and a report out of Florida of a burned-out Cadillac with the bodies of two women voting rights workers. No names are given, but Abby knew them.

Striving to rise above not only the pervasive Jim Crow racism but also what we now call “erasure,” Rachel volunteers her office as the next Cadillac Crew. Such teams are similar to the Freedom Riders of volunteer college students who traveled into the Deep South to organize and register voters (sometimes with tragic results), but in this case more low-key, driving the back roads to speak to churches and women’s groups to encourage the causes of integration, voting rights and other freedoms.

Seeing the lack of writing on the wall, Rachel is determined not to be forgotten, insisting that she and the others keep diaries of their ramblings through the South. Her lofty speeches seem to be well received, and things are going well, provided the crew can make it over the dusty road to Jackson, Mississippi…

Directed by Dani Lopez-Roque, this play is a powerful reminder of the many mostly-unknown people who worked for the cause of freedom, and how the pressures of that struggle led to a lot of tension and disagreement within the ranks. This isn’t four girls on a road trip; it is four women constantly questioning if any of this is worth it. All four actors are as dedicated as the women they portray, embracing the complexity that even within a settled goal like equality, there are many-sided arguments of how to get there.

The play ends with a final scene in 2024, which seems a little odd, but helps put the preceding events in perspective as a young podcaster strives to un-erase what has been hidden.

The Mud Creek Barn helps set the scene before the play with signage as you enter regarding the strictures of Jim Crow. The program is in the style of newspaper from 1963. And be sure you line up at the “right” window when getting your ticket or popcorn.

Performances of “Cadillac Crew” are Feb. 16-18 and 23-24 at 9740 E. 86th St., Indianapolis. For tickets and info, go to mudcreekplayers.org.

‘Lost’ in Simon’s wartime family drama

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By John Lyle Belden

You see a dozen shows by Neil Simon, you think you’d know what to expect – the farce of Rumors; or goofy relationships of The Odd Couple; or sweet (and a bit bitter) memories of Brighton Beach; or hilarious razor wit of Goodbye Girl.

For those unfamiliar with “Lost in Yonkers,” Simon’s 1990 Pulitzer-winning play presented by Main Street Productions in Westfield, note that many of his comedies’ hallmarks are present, but with a dark edge that is too real to completely laugh away. With the sharp rap of Grandma’s cane, wisecracks cease. The exaggerated aspects of characters come not in caricature but from coping with lifelong trauma.

In 1942 (America’s first full year in World War II) Eddie Kurnitz (Matt McKee) has to settle debts from his wife’s fatal battle with cancer, so takes a traveling job gathering scrap metal for the War effort. Thus he leaves his sons, 15 “and a half” Jay (Drake Lockwood) and 13 “and a half” Arty (Finley Eyers) with his mother in Yonkers (just outside New York City). Grandma Kurnitz (Lisa Warner Lowe), who escaped from Germany years ago to raise Eddie and his siblings in as strict and unsentimental a manner as possible to prepare them for what she sees as an unrelentless cruel world, is unpleased with his plan, but tolerates it at the request of Bella (Becca Bartley), her daughter whose ever-diverting mind stays in a childlike state.

Grandma owns and runs the candy store on the first floor of their building, which ironically becomes hell for the boys who find themselves penalized for every morsel that goes missing, whether it was their doing or not.

Meanwhile, Eddie’s brother Louie (Thom Johnson) shows up, with a wary eye out the window. He’s a bag man for shady characters who now want what he’s secreted in the bag. Gangsters being cool to teen boys, as well as the desire for cash to get his father out of debt and back home, Jay and Arty try to win his favor.

We also meet Aunt Gert (Maggie Meier), who has an unintentionally comical respiratory issue, when Bella gathers the family for what could be a momentous announcement if she can string the thoughts together.

Dark comedy derives a lot of chuckles from situational humor, and Simon serves that well here, but we are more drawn in by the layered drama of a family whose dysfunction runs deep, apt for one of the most stressful eras for any American. There is a method to the matriarch’s cruelty, and grudging admission of benefit, but it’s still difficult to justify. The damage is plain in every one of Grandma’s offspring, but especially Bella, as Bartley gives a brilliantly endearing and heartbreaking performance. Lowe, for her part, delivers both the cold exterior and fire within that keeps Grandma both feared and respected, with fleeting moments of wry German humor that keep us all off-balance. With Uncle Louie, Johnson maintains an air of Cagney-cool with just a touch of paranoia in knowing his gangland adventure ain’t a movie. Lockwood and Eyers keep the youths as smart-alecky and immature as you’d expect, but, as kids do, learning to adapt to their situation.

Jen Otterman directs, with assistance from stage manager Monya Wolf. The comfy but no-frills living-room set is by Ian Marshall-Fisher.

Get “Lost in Yonkers” this Thursday through Sunday, Feb. 14-18, at Basile Wesfield Playhouse, 220 N. Union St., Westfield. For an extra treat, concessions include versions of “Kurnitz Kandies” with proceeds benefiting MSP’s scholarship program. Get tickets and information at WestfieldPlayhouse.org.

Summit: Tests of research methods and ethics get personal

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By John Lyle Belden

No matter how good your scientific method is, there will always be one flaw – the all-too-human scientist. But, perhaps, a person’s humanity can be what redeems the research.

In “Queen,” by Madhuri Shekar, presented by Summit Performance Indianapolis, mathematical genius Sanam (Isha Narayanan) and lifelong bee expert Ariel (Chynna Fry), PhD candidates at University of California Santa Cruz, have been working on the issue of honeybee Colony Collapse Disorder for years. Finally, in the 20-teens, during the peak of international concern for pollinator loss, they have what they believe are sufficient study results to publish.

This has their professor, Phil (Ryan Artzberger), overjoyed as the paper will be published as a cover story in the magazine Nature and their peers are giving him an award and an opportunity to address a conference where he and the women will present how Monsanto pesticides are to blame – there is even a bill on the issue being proposed in Congress.

Meanwhile, for Sanam, whose life is her work and verse visa, her traditional Indian parents have set up yet another blind date with an eligible bachelor whose “grandfather played golf with her grandfather.” To keep familial peace and get a free meal, she goes. Enter Arvind (Nayan Patadia), a supremely self-confident Republican-sounding Wall Street trader, whom Sanam detects is a fellow statistics nerd. Bothered by a last-minute problem with the data in the bee studies, she invites him to her office to “check the figures,” which he does, assuming at first that it was a euphemism.

Like the syndrome being researched, the “bad” data can cause this work with so much at stake – individually and potentially for the whole world – to completely collapse. What happened? What and where is the flaw? Can it be fixed, and if not, can it be “fixed” for the presentation?

The plot buzzes with complexity: issues of ethics, standards of research and good science, the politics of Washington and academia, the fight-fire-with-fire temptation to oppose questionable studies with results skewed your way, the bothersome danger of statistical fallacies, clashes of personal ego, and discovering that as a worker bee, wielding the stinger is self-destruction.

Narayanan holds her own as the proud advocate for statistically accurate science, no matter what it says, devoted to mathematical models practically only she can see. Yet deep within is the need for connection to a bigger hive, allowing the creeping possibility of compromise.

Fry gives us heroically minded Ariel as a woman on a personal crusade, a single mom and first from her beekeeping family to graduate college, with a chance to literally make a difference in the world. She is driven both by the nobility of the quest and fear for her daughter’s future.

Artzberger, adept at both the hero and the heel, gives us an excellent counter to the women’s points of view. Phil is both practical and ambitious, arguing that perhaps a single statistical variance shouldn’t jeopardize the entire project and all they will soon reap. The initial numbers were sound, the Nature article already peer-reviewed. The presentation is a day away, and the show must go on, right?

Patadia charmingly plays the wild card – aptly introduced as one who exercises his math-brain with lucrative games of Texas Hold‘em – who brings out the fact that while numbers don’t lie, humans do, even to themselves. His last play, however, is dealt only to Sanam: go all-in, or fold?

This drama fits Summit’s creed, “by women, about women, for everyone,” with today’s often subtle anti-feminist issues. Men taking credit for women’s research is nothing new, but even with female names on the article, Phil calls the shots. Sanam feels the stress of both ethnic tradition and being an exemplar for women in STEM. Ariel is well aware her motherhood is seen as a weakness as well as a strength. Arvind wants an “aggressive woman” who “knows what she wants” while wanting to be her lone source of support. It’s not just the bees who feel endangered.

Summit artistic manager Kelsey Leigh Miller directs and Becky Roeber is stage manager, with a clever functional set designed by MeJah Balams.

As we publish this, “Queen” opens at the Phoenix Theatre Cultural Centre, 705 N. Illinois St., downtown Indianapolis, and runs through Feb. 25. For tickets and information, go to phoenixtheatre.org or summitperformanceindy.com.

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Regarding the ongoing issue of Colony Collapse Disorder, this is the EPA page on the topic.

Agape: We come to praise ‘Caesar’

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By Wendy Carson      

As I began writing this review, I realized that it has been over 40 years since I actually read and studied William Shakespeare’s “Julius Caesar” in High School and even then, we were more focused on Caesar’s murder (spoiler) and the political ramifications of said action that the actual text of the play. Luckily, Agape Theater Company has staged not only an excellent version of the show but the printed program also contains a detailed study guide.

As you watch the story unfold you realize that while Caesar (Doug Rollison) is in the title, he is not actually the main character. His loyal friend Marcus Brutus (Christopher O’Hara), he of the famed line “Et tu, Brute?” shares that distinction with the menacingly paranoid Caius Cassius (Jake Hobbs).

Director Darby Kear gives us a vision into the underlying – and underhanded – scheming and political moves that take place behind the scenes. As you read the notes on the history of Roman politics you see terrifying parallels with our current political system.

As a whole, the cast are quite compelling and even with doubling or tripling of parts, make the action easy to follow. Such is the standard we have come to expect from this company.

That said, I would like to shine a spotlight on a newcomer to the troupe (and Indiana), Christopher O’Hara. His sonorous voice and solid stage presence makes him a welcome addition to the production. Just his performance and the glorious study guide of the program are easily worth the price of your ticket.

Friends, Hoosiers, everyone: lend them your ears (and eyes); remaining performances are Friday through Sunday, Feb. 9-11, at the IndyFringe Theatre, 719 E. St. Clair St., Indianapolis. For tickets, go to IndyFringe.org.