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4th Wall brings us ‘Fire’

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By John Lyle Belden

What can we say? Wendy and I made it to 4th Wall Players’ production of the comedy musical “Firebringer” on the one night when an unforeseen issue in the cast caused the performance to be cancelled just a few scenes in. It went on as scheduled the next day, but we had other commitments.

Still, I can give you our glowing impression of what we did see, and by all indications the overall show is a lot of fun.

Developed in 2016 by the YouTube-famous parody and comedy musical company Starkid Productions (and financed by a Kickstarter!), “Firebringer” fits the bare-bones sensibilities of 4th Wall, one of the newer independent companies on the Indy stage scene, presented in the cozy confines of Stage Door Theatre in Irvington.

Back in the days of cave-people, Jemilla the Peacemaker (Michelle Wafford) takes charge of the tribe, succeeding elder Molag (Tracy Fouts), who also acts as narrator to us “privileged f**ks” in the future (while antics are childish, the language gets mature). Maintaining peace won’t be easy, while shaman Ducker (Peyron Rader) shouts dire prophesies from their god, the All-Powerful Duck, and Tiblyn (Taylor Shelton) tires from constantly raising her hands to hold up the sky. To quote their cousin, Chorn (Alexandra Paddock), “Chorn!” Then, to advance the plot and give this play a title, Jemilla’s rival, Zazzalil (Breanna Helms) finds and brings back some of that glowing, burning stuff at the end of the stick.

The tribe also includes Silvia Seidle, Aidan Morris, Emily Spencer, Ryan Powell, Zach Moore, Elena McKinney, Tyler Gibson, Miranda DeHaai, Sarah Kinney (who also designed the puppets), and 4th Wall Executive Director Josh Gibson in the immortal role of Smelly Balls. Katherine Gibson directs, with vocal director Joel Johnston and choreographer Kelly McKinney.

Feedback we’ve seen from those who have experienced the entire musical has been positive, and we did get to see the popular no-work work-song. If we get lucky, we’ll get a shot at seeing this again; you have opportunities this weekend, April 19-21, at 5635 Bonna Ave., Indianapolis. Get tickets at https://ko-fi.com/4thwallplayers/shop.

They won at all costs

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By John Lyle Belden

“That Championship Season” is not an easy play to watch. It is, however, a powerful drama you should see. A quick internet search revealing the names of actors in the Off-Broadway, Broadway and film productions of this 1973 Pulitzer Prize winner by Jason Miller reveals this is one of those meaty Glengarry-Death-of-a-Godot plays men trip over one another to audition for.

Main Street Productions of Westfield has stepped up to that challenge, bravely directed by Lori Raffel. Set in 1977, we meet the coach and members of the 1952 Fillmore High School basketball team from Scranton, Pennsylvania, which, as underdogs, won the State Championship on a last-second shot. (Some Hoosiers can relate.)

George Sikowski (Earl Campbell), former insurance salesman and current Mayor, is on hand at first with the youngest teammate, Tom Daley (Adrian Scott Blackwell) who at 40 is regarded by the group as a sort of drunken prodigal son. Soon to arrive are Phil Romano (Ken Kingshill), who has made a fortune in strip-mining coal; Tom’s brother James (Mark Kamish), a junior high principal, father of five, and George’s reelection campaign manager; and their Coach (Jim Simmons), who may not live long enough to make their next reunion.

It is telling that the team member who made that final shot, “magic” Martin, is missing, and has never attended a reunion.

The approximately hour-and-a-half of manly conversations weave a bit of nostalgia with a lot of discussions of George’s reelection challenge by a popular Jewish man, and how low-key antisemitism can’t be counted on to affect the results. Mr. Charmin has progressive ideas – some of which clash with Phil’s interests – and Mayor Sikowski is partly known for a zoo opening that resulted in dead elephant. Oh, and Phil slept with George’s wife.

While a solid stream of dark humor runs through the drama, it is also noteworthy for the “locker-room talk” used throughout. Raffel and the cast pull no verbal punches here, as what we hear is likely tame compared to how men in this time, place, and situation regularly spoke (and to a degree still do; fellow Veterans could attest). This was before “political correctness” entered the culture, so in addition to sexual and scatological terms, there is no restraint on the “N” word and similar slurs. After all, the “Pollack” and “Wop” in the room don’t seem to mind too much.

But look beneath the rough language and we see that the men Coach thought he had forged are still just boys in need of game plans, reliant on his guidance – flawed as he also is. Simmons in his portrayal reflects every elder you ever adored, but wondered later if that was a good thing. His is a principled bigotry, the kind often waved off as a product of his times, but still shaded with barely acknowledged hate.

Campbell channels the consummate politician, with good intentions, the desire for legacy, and solid principles as long as the check clears. Kamish as put-upon James desperately realizes that at 44 his clock is ticking on becoming a Big Success; his confidence is thinner than even he realizes. Kingshill plays Romano with a demeanor suggesting relation to certain other Italians in the region, but he stays true to the “family” his championship team provides. Tom’s plight is also reflective of the time, his supposed friends pouring him more drinks as they remark how he can’t hold his liquor; Blackwell provides the pathos and humor as each moment requires.

Hopefully you get the idea of the kind of intense drama and insight into damaged manhood this play provides. On that score, this production of “That Championship Season” is a winner. Remaining performances are Thursday through Sunday, April 11-14, at the Basile Westfield Playhouse, 220 N. Union St. Get tickets and info at westfieldplayhouse.org.

Bewitching comedy at Buck Creek

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By John Lyle Belden

If you had the power to acquire anything you desired, when you get it, is it truly yours? Now, change that to “any-one.”

Buck Creek Players puts a little spooky in Spring with their production of the classic comedy, “Bell Book and Candle,” by John Van Druten. If the story of genuine spellcasting witches living among us looks familiar, the 1950 play (and the 1958 film version) was part of the inspiration for the hit TV sitcom “Bewitched.”

On Christmas Eve in 1950s New York, Gillian Holroyd (Anna Spack), the more powerful and practical of her witchy clan, notices a tenant of her building, Shep Henderson (Josh Rooks), is quite handsome. Upon finding out from silly Aunt Queenie (Nancy Laudeman) that Shep will soon be engaged to a woman Gillian has hated since they were schoolmates, she decides powerful magic to ensnare him will be worth the risk. But first, Gillian’s equally carefree brother Nicky (Ben Jones) and Queenie are there to exchange gifts. His to them are copies of non-witch Sidney Redlitch’s latest book “Magic in Mexico,” so the witches and warlock can mock it. But knowing Shep, a publisher, wants to work with Redlitch (Jeremy Teipen), they use the photo on the book jacket to cast a summoning spell.

With a little help from feline familiar Pyewacket, the magic is set into motion, and love, or something like it, is in the air. Calling off his engagement, Shep seems contented in Gillian’s arms, and he’s poised to work with Redlitch on his book about witches in the Big Apple. However, as anyone familiar (pardon the pun) with witchlore in any medium (sorry, can’t help it) knows that when significant energy goes out, who knows how it will come back.

Suddenly, Shep is confused, overwhelmed, and proposing marriage. Also, it turns out Nicky is helping Redlitch in exchange for drawing illustrations, and that Nicky and Queenie have taken him around the NYC magickal community. For Gillian, who takes her spellwork seriously, and had only wanted Shep for a good time, this could spell – I mean, lead to – disaster! And on top of it all, she’s starting to develop strange new feelings; this could cost her far more than she ever anticipated.

Directed by Mel DeVito, the rom-com that helped bring us Samantha, Sabrina, and arguably the “Charmed” sisters, is truly a bewitching delight.

Rooks, stepping into the shoes of the likes of Rex Harrison and Jimmy Stewart, gives us another example of the likable everyman character he is gaining mastery of. His constantly conflicted soul is plain for all to see, feeling put-upon by outside forces while never entirely yielding his inner strength. Spack is commanding without being bossy, clearly the woman in charge, even when things start to go sideways. Queenie, who only recently embraced her powers, is played by Laudeman as both the “cool aunt” and a little girl enjoying her new toys – which makes her both fun and, in Gillian’s mind, in need of restraint. Jones (who admits to using Paul Lynde as a touchstone) presents Nicky as practically giddy at any chance to wield some powers. A practiced warlock, he only lets Gillian limit him to a degree. Teipen, our other “mortal” in the cast, goes from drunkenly taking it all as a gag (he was summoned from a Christmas party) to soberly seeing he’s in over his depth in genuine occult activity.

Pyewacket is a clever rather life-like animatronic, moving and mewing precisely on cue. Without seeing a special credit for the kitty, I’ll note that props are by DeVito and Suzi Brown. Costumes, an eclectic mix of conservative, wild, and glamorous, as needed, are by Tiffany Wilson. Rich Laudeman is stage manager.

Fun and enchanting, see “Bell, Book and Candle” this Friday through Sunday, April 5-7 at Buck Creek Playhouse, 11150 Southeast Ave. (Acton Road Exit off I-74), Indianapolis, or the Witches might not bring back the Sun after they blot it out on the 8th. Tickets at buckcreekplayers.com.

Going ‘Wrong’ goes right in Carmel

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By John Lyle Belden

Wendy and I saw two different productions of “The Play That Goes Wrong” this past weekend, and from what we witnessed we would like to make this point: All of the mishaps involved throughout the show are meant to be there. You are not witnessing a very poor performance. Laugh along and enjoy all of the goofiness. Do NOT leave at intermission! That said, let’s get to the actual review. I am reviewing the production by Carmel Apprentice Theatre at (naturally) The Cat.

In a way, this is a perfect show for this company as its productions provide a learning experience for new and out-of-practice theatre folk, mentored by and working with community theatre regulars. Thus, when anything, from a spoken line to a random wall hanging, is dropped, who’s to say that was a mistake? In actuality, we have seen many sharp performances and applause-worthy debuts at their shows, and that tradition continues with this comedy, a directorial debut by Rachael Weyers.

The play is a U.K. and Broadway hit by Henry Lewis, Henry Shields, and Jonathan Sayer, who apparently spend their time in London making other stage genres and classic stories “go wrong.” The script invokes the spirit of Murphy’s Law, in that practically every conceivable mistake can and will be made.

To set this scene, and provide fair warning, the director (Elijah Baxter) of the play within the play, “Murder at Haversham Manor,” opens with a curtain speech about how this should be better than past low-budget productions. Posters from these sad attempts decorate the production booth at the far-left edge of the stage, where tech director Trevor (Zach Kreinbrink) frets at both the dog Winston (needed for Act Two) and his prized Duran Duran CDs being missing.

Between mishaps – which occur regularly practically from the start – we get a whodunit mystery with the first victim, Charlie (Greg Borgard), lying on the chaise at center stage. He tries in vain to maintain a stiff demeanor as his friend Thomas (Jake Williams), brother Cecil (Tim West), fiancé Florence (Reagan Nagel) and the butler Perkins (Julie Eaton) stomp around, later accompanied by Inspector Carter (Baxter).  Stagehand Annie (Allison Hermann) does what she can to control wayward props and furniture but is soon called into service as Florence when the actress appears to have been knocked out cold.

This farce is “the show must go on” taken to a ridiculous and hilarious extreme. Performances are comic gold all around, including Eaton’s pronunciations of words from her lines she wrote on her hand, West’s mastery of the pratfall and penchant for chewing the scenery when he’s not wrecking it, and the glorious dueling “Florences” as both women feel they should be in the spotlight. Part of the beauty of the show is how the characters trapped within this disaster come to deal with their situation, from moments of cheekiness to resignation.

The CAT worked around both budgetary and geometric limitations of their smallish stage, still managing the main features of the stage set, including a hollow grandfather clock and an unsteady platform representing the manor’s study. It also suits a low-budget community theatre playing a low-budget community drama club to have a woman in pasted-on mustache as the male butler. Through it all, the understanding audience (except for a couple who bolted during intermission, inspiring the top paragraph) seemed to thoroughly enjoy this well-constructed calamity.

There are three more chances to see CAT’s “The Play That Goes Wrong,” Friday through Sunday, March 29-31, at 254 Veterans Way in downtown Carmel. Get tickets at thecat.biz.

And if anyone sees Winston, let them know.

Going ‘Wrong’ goes right in Bloomington

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By Wendy Carson

John and I saw two different productions of “The Play That Goes Wrong” this past weekend, and from what we witnessed we would like to make this point: All of the mishaps involved throughout the show are meant to be there. You are not witnessing a very poor performance. Laugh along and enjoy all of the goofiness. Do NOT leave at intermission! That said, let’s get to the actual review. I am reviewing the production by Constellation Stage and Screen in Bloomington.

The show begins prior to the “actual” start of the play. Two crew members wander through the area, dealing with a door that refuses to stay shut and a mantlepiece that won’t stay in place. An audience member is recruited to assist with the mantlepiece repair and eventually the issue is resolved. The stage is mostly a large room with a second-story “study” visible to the side (which honestly looks a little shaky).

The “director” eventually appears and, once he has found the spotlight, welcomes us all to the performance. He muses about some of their past shows being less than perfect, then announces “The Murder at Haversham Manor” (that is the play within this play, a London West End hit by Henry Lewis, Henry Shields, and Jonathan Sayer).

Of course, props immediately fall, doors cannot be opened, people keep stepping on the dead man’s hand (causing him to yelp in pain), cues are missed, etc. This is a broad farce and everything that could possibly go wrong does, wherein lies the title and hilarity of the show.

Our cast consists of Jonathon Harris (Bobby Ayala Perez) who portrays the deceased, Charles Haversham. Sandra Wilkinson (Haley Glickman) plays the part of Florence Colleymoore, Charles’s fiancé. Chris Bean (Gavin Douglas) being the aforementioned director as well as Inspector Carter. Max Bennett (Andy McCain) is Cecil Haversham (Charles’s brother) and later reappears as Arthur the Gardener. Dennis Tyde (David Sheehan) as Perkins, the Butler. Robert Grove (Peter Sipla) as Thomas Colleymoore (Florence’s brother). Our crew consists of Stage Manager, Annie Twilloil (Alanna Porter), who also steps in for Florence after Glickman’s character is knocked out, and Trevor Watson (Michael Sheehan) who runs Lighting and Sound.

I know that the cast list is confusing with actors playing actors who are playing parts in a show, but this also adds to the fun. There is some very heavy slapstick comedy with some actors endangered at points during the show. But Fighting and Intimacy Director Leraldo Anzaldue has put this cast through their paces well and nobody actually gets hurt (we hope).

Chad Rabinovitz, the show’s actual director, does an amazing job getting every last drip of hilarity out of his cast while keeping any one of them from upstaging another (a difficult job, given the script).

Each and every member of the cast plays their part immaculately, so it is impossible to single out the talents of each one. However, the constant battle for the part of Florence between Glickman and Porter throughout the second act, as well as everyone’s physical dealings with the collapse of the Study floor (especially Silpa) are highlights of the second act that you really must see. Again, don’t leave at intermission.

The show is spectacularly funny and well worth the drive to Bloomington, playing through April 14 at the Waldron Arts Center, 122 S. Walnut St. Get info and tickets at seeconstellation.org.

Theatre Unchained provides pets-eye view of their world

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By John Lyle Belden

For productions of a certain feline-themed musical, actors often engage in “cat school” to convincingly move, speak – act – like Felis catus. So, even Broadway’s elite understand that no matter how much we anthropomorphize our housepets, they still have a unique, fascinating way of engaging with the world, and us.

This is key to the charm of “Herding Cats,” a new comedy by Neil Martin presented in its world premiere by Theatre Unchained, directed by Megan Ann Jacobs. Jacobs also provides costumes, while set designer Kurt Watkins provides appropriately-sized cat toys and furniture, but it is the talented cast who bring this domestic menagerie to life.

Stella (Angela Dill) is a brown and white Domestic Shorthair, energetic but “girly.” She has mastered the booty-shake pounce, and Dill’s feline vocalizations are uncanny.

Her fluffy white brother, Buddha (Julien Lyons), is highly intelligent and posh as only a proper cat can be. His manner, like a cat-version of the Brain combined with Liberace (if he fancied hot female Persians), helps us accept that our companion animals understand far more of our world than we realize. Lyons sells it with ease.

Lupin (Aspen Harnishfeger) is a male orange/black tiger-striped “street cat” who is quite content with the indoor life, fairly smart but prone to malaprops. Harnishfeger plays it smoothly with alley-cat savior fare.

The cats live in a Los Angeles-area apartment with their stressed-out human, Kelly (Jenny Williams), who works in show business. Bad news: Kelly is having serious issues with a toxic coworker. Good news: She plans to foster an additional rescue cat. Worrisome news: The new housemate is actually a dog!

Enter the adorabe, friendly pitbull terrier Charlize (Hannah Hoffman). In contrast to the close-to-the-fur attitude of cat portrayals, Hoffman is wide-eyed and engaging, embracing her inner puppy. True to her species, she feels big feelings, and snaps instantly from snarls to apology, or worry to unbound optimism.

Though Charlize is good with cats, and Buddha and Lupin give her a chance, Stella will have none of this – she has a history with canines, which ties into treasured memories of their deceased patriarch Benjy.

Cat-dog drama and Stella’s waning appetite spur Kelly into action to help them, but soon the pets realize that she needs their help more. Do they dare engage – “the nuclear option”?!

This show is fun and funny throughout. Once you’ve gotten into their eccentric world of the first act, you can fully accept the utter weirdness that unfolds in the second, inspired by their master’s teenage crush. You’ve accepted the talking cats and dog – just go with it. It all pays off in a most charming and heartwarming manner.

Come out and see (wo)man’s best friends save the day. “Herding Cats” has performances Thursday through Saturday, March 28-30, at the IndyFringe Theatre, 719 E. St. Clair St., Indianapolis. Get info and tickets at indyfringe.org or theatreunchained.org.

In ‘Frida,’ IRT presents beautiful portrait

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By Wendy Carson

For those whose knowledge of Frida Kahlo is only that she was a Mexican painter with a unibrow, you are missing out on the history of this woman who was in herself a true force of nature, defying all odds to become a legend in her own right.

In “Frida: A Self Portrait,” at Indiana Repertory Theatre, author and performer Vanessa Severo embodies the feisty spirit of Kahlo. Her tale takes us from her sad beginnings to her death inside her home, the legendary Casa Azul.

Contracting polio in childhood, her father forced her to overcome her afflictions and endure the pain in order to become who he believed she should be. This stubbornness kept her going after, at age 18, she was severely injured by a bus. This broke numerous bones in her body, leaving her in agonizing pain for the rest of her life.

Her persistence led her to a mentorship (and eventual marriage) with the renowned artist Diego Rivera. Their tumultuous relationship opened doors for her but brought immense heartache as well. As with many artists, she died relatively unknown in 1954, but her rediscovery in the ‘70s led her to become a feminist icon.

Scenic Designer Jacqueline Penrod and Costume Designer Katherine Davis, aided by Rachael Cady’s clever lighting, provide a unique setting in the IRT’s more intimate upperstage that allows Severo to easily slip from one character or situation to the next, including herself – a young performer told she has a similar spirit, and whose research included going to La Casa Azul herself to find out. Director Joanie Schultz, who has worked with Severo on this at other venues, helps her fully embody each step of this woman’s inspiring (and heartbreaking) journey, as well as her own.

Having learned more about Kahlo in the past few years, I can say that I honestly believe she would be the first to applaud this show. If you feel hesitant, even if you care nothing for the subject, the storytelling style and acting are superb so you should give this masterpiece a chance.

Performances run through April 7 at 140 W. Washington St., downtown Indianapolis. Get information and tickets at irtlive.com.

Take a ride with Civic’s ‘Miss Daisy’

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By John Lyle Belden

Sometimes, it’s nice to have the entertainment equivalent of comfort food.

Booth Tarkington Civic Theatre presents “Driving Miss Daisy,” the Pulitzer-winning play by Alfred Uhry, directed by Civic executive artistic director Michael J. Lasley. It’s a familiar story, thanks to both it being a heartwarming hit that’s easy to stage with three actors, and its adaptation into an Oscar-winning movie.

It also has the familiar feeling from being based on Uhry’s own relatives and including events that occurred in Atlanta in the 1950s and 1960s. The plot’s not complicated: Seventy-two year old Daisy (Ellen Kingston) has crashed her new automobile, and her son Boolie (David Wood) insists she no longer be allowed to drive. She stubbornly refuses to hire a driver, so he does – Hoke (Antoine Demmings), a middle-aged man of varied driving experience. What follows is the growing friendship between the old Jewish woman set in her ways and her Black driver with unflagging good nature and saintlike patience.

What makes this worth your ticket are the performances. Wood keeps Boolie genuine in his love for his mother and respect for Hoke, and his voice maintains a nice Georgia lilt that enhances his moments on the stage.  Kingston embodies Daisy with persistent toughness that never goes bitter, like a beloved grandma.

As for Demmings, his Hoke presents the big smile and easy manner that keeps him in good stead with White folks of that place and time, yet it’s genuine pleasure, not a stereotypical “Uncle” put-on. Still, he is his own capable man, and quick to gently say so if he feels it necessary.

The story flows easily, thanks in part to the scenic and lighting designs of Ryan Koharchik. Jay Hemphill is assistant director, and Nicole Cooper is stage manager.

The ride is not always smooth, but the journey is sentimental, with an interesting view. Come along at the Studio Theater at the Center for the Performing Arts in downtown Carmel, through March 30. Get info and tickets at civictheatre.org or thecenterpresents.org.

‘Blackademics’ serves challenging menu

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By John Lyle Belden

Inspired by television shows and networks devoted to the culinary arts, many of us would love the opportunity for a unique dining experience. It could be said to be careful what you ask for, but for a pair of “Blackademics,” one doesn’t start to understand the nature of what they have gotten into until after that first tiny bite.

Ann (AshLee Baskin), professor at the local liberal arts University, is grateful for a nearly-impossible reservation to this unique café. She wants to celebrate her gaining tenure with her friend Rachelle (Chandra Lynch) who also teaches African-American literature, but at the State college. Curiously, the room is bare. Their server, Georgia (Caroline Sanchez), tells them they are the only guests, and the courses will come soon – but first, a single morsel from a “medley of seeds.”

It takes some time for even a single table to arrive. As the evening progresses, it turns out that Ann and Rachelle must compete for literally everything – a chair, a small plate of food, a utensil – in contests that relate to their careers, academic savvy, and cultural awareness.

“Blackademics,” a dark comedy by Idris Goodwin presented by Fonseca Theatre Company, directed by Ansley Valentine, draws us into an absurdist work – echoes of Samuel Beckett with a dash of “Get Out,” flavored with today’s civil rights struggles. While great progress was made over the last century, many frustrating details remain unresolved, including the disparity in numbers, especially of Black Women, in policy positions of universities.

Questions, such as if Ann can actually affect change from her tenured position, or how Rachelle deals with being “not ethnic enough” for the current academic trends, get a gourmet reduction to a mélange of metaphor. Will defending Black History Month literally get you a place at the table? The competition doesn’t end until the meal is over; who will be worthy of the main course?

Sanchez is delightful with just a touch of sinister as our witty waitress, keeping the audience and our two ladies guessing until her nature finally gets the best of her. Baskin and Lynch ably embody the stress of doing what they see as both labor and calling. Even their assumed sisterhood is challenged – are they only friends because they’re Black?

The Twilight-Zonish goings-on help make the big issues easier to chew, and after this intense 80-minute play, you can discuss the topics later, maybe over dinner.

Make your reservation for “Blackademics,” Thursdays and Fridays at 7 p.m., 4 p.m. Saturdays, and 2 p.m. Sundays, through March 31 at 2508 W. Michigan St., Indianapolis. Info and tickets at FonsecaTheatre.org.