By John Lyle Belden

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

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

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

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

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

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

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