Adriana Menefee

For Wilde fans, Wilde’s ‘Fan’

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By John Lyle Belden

If you are not familiar with the Oscar Wilde comedy “Lady Windermere’s Fan,” you still might know popular nuggets of Wilde’s wit that are contained within the play – lines such as:

  • “I can resist everything, except temptation.”
  • “We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.”
  • “In this world there are only two tragedies. One is not getting what one wants, and the other is getting it.”

Of course, there is far more to its substance than cool quotes.

4th Wall Players gives us this drawing-room comedy of manners with its piercing satire of Victorian London society, directed by Josh Gibson. While many zingers still land, and the cast share their enjoyment of its narrative, the story’s oddities are not quite as wild (pardon the expression) as in Wilde’s later classic, “The Importance of Being Earnest.” This absurdity here is derived from casual injustice.

Gibson invites us to see this examination of rumor and reputation through our perspective as social media addicts, constantly told what friends and strangers are and aren’t doing. After scrolling through a thousand posts and videos about shame, scandal, and misogyny, we look up at the stage to see the problem didn’t start with the i-Phone – it’s always been there, in society, inside us.

While Lady Margaret Windermere (Lizzie Schultz) prepares the celebration of her 21st birthday, she is visited by the Duchess of Berwick (Rebecca Brelage), who informs her that her husband has been seen frequently going to the home of Mrs. Erlynne, a woman of low reputation. The Duchess, who sees infidelity as natural to men, advises her to take her husband abroad to set his intentions right.

Margaret becomes distraught, having experienced nothing but devotion from her husband in their two years of marriage – they even have a baby boy. She then finds evidence of the relationship and confronts Lord Windermere (Jy’Ierre Jones) about it. In turn, he objects to her snooping, states that there is nothing improper, and even insists on having Mrs. Erlynne (Adriana Menefee) invited to the Birthday Ball.

We see the event open with Lord and Lady Windermere welcoming their guests. The Duchess brings her daughter Lady Agatha Carlisle (Kristen Paarlberg), who catches the eye of Australian Mr. Hopper (Joshua Roberts). The Duchess’s jovial brother Lord Augustus Lorton (Nelani Huntington) wouldn’t miss this social occasion. Also arriving are socialites Mr. Dumby (Nathaniel Taff), Mr. Cecil Graham (Amanda Horcher), Lady Plymdale (Isabel Moore), Lady Jedburgh (Amanda Amos), and the handsome and witty Lord Darlington (Omar El Jordi) who, knowing the rumors, sees an opportunity to woo Lady Windermere, whom he has always fancied. Lastly, Mrs. Erlynne arrives, chatting up the various men in attendance, who seem charmed by her – especially Lord Lorton.

The presence of the “other woman” drives Margaret to drastic action, which in turn spurs her alleged rival to take measures of her own. The events of this night, of which the hand-embroidered fan carried by Lady Windermere becomes an issue, could affect the rest of their lives.

To complete the cast, Fred Margison and Tyler Gibson play attentive servants Parker and Robert.

Schultz is wonderful in a role that allows a bit of melodrama yet has a real sense of inner turmoil. Jones handles a different complexity well – his Lord Windermere bound by social norms to keep so much within him and to only see things as those mores allow. Menefee brilliantly manages her role as a cypher not only to keep us from the spoilers, but also to maintain the social highwire act that means the difference between security and destitution, potentially life and death for a single woman in the 1890s.

Supporting roles maintain both the humor and the social strictures that drive the plot. El Jordi’s Lord Darlington makes the most of being Wilde’s proxy in the play, clever lines and all. Paarlberg manages to work within her character’s limits, communicating so much with an eye roll. The gentlemen present familiar Victorian archetypes, from Huntington’s roguish Lorton to Horcher’s posh Graham.

Stephan Taylor is assistant director, and Kelli Gibson is stage manager. Exquisite costumes by Katherine Gibson and Zoe Renee help set the scene. “Lady Windermere’s Fan” has performances Friday through Sunday, June 19-21 (if you see this shortly after it posts, there is also one Sunday afternoon, June 14) at Backlot Makerspace and Venue at 5635 Bonna Ave., Indianapolis, in historic Irvington. Get tickets at 4thwallplayers.org.

Treadwell tragedy retooled by Southbank

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By John Lyle Belden

It’s enticing to explore the mind of a killer, but to only define the person that way misses the point and prevents understanding. In 1927, a woman – an unhappy mother possibly in an abusive marriage – brutally murdered her husband with the help of her lover. One of the most macabre photos published in a newspaper shows the moment of her execution in the electric chair at Sing Sing Prison.

The next year, journalist and playwright Sophie Treadwell published “Machinal,” a fictional examination of a case resembling the one recently in the headlines. This expressionist work with simple staging makes us feel the dark events as we witness them. In the 1920s, women in the workplace were fed into a social machine that used them as the system and the men who ran it saw fit. In the 2020s, Marcia Eppich-Harris proposes that these grinding gears still turn as director of the play for Southbank Theatre Company.

With a dream-like atmosphere (often edging on nightmare), setpieces shift, props become representational, and while costuming stays in the earlier era, technology blends typewriters and telephones with smartphones and laptops. The cast of Natalie Beglin, Brant Hughes, Nia Hughes, Adriana Menefee, Beverly Roche, Patrick Vaughn, and J. Charles Weimer each take on various roles, as well as often appearing in dapper black hats as a sort of Greek Chorus to enhance and punctuate the scenes.

At the center of this is our Young Woman, an excruciatingly brilliant performance by Alaine Sims. With Eppich-Harris’s guidance, she bravely gives substance to the experience of crippling anxiety.

The world is unkind to Her, perhaps as much as for other women who seem to have adapted. With the resigned acceptance of her mother (Roche) and at his insistence she marries her boss (Vaughn) though she can’t stand his touch. She gives him a child, bearing his disappointment at a daughter rather than a son. Then, in the arms of a lover (Brant Hughes) she feels “purified” and plots her escape. Finally, betrayed by lilies and little stones, she meets the fate foretold in the electric hum of the opening scene.

With dialogue often in patter that anticipates beat poetry and hip-hop, and the haunting jazzy Chorus who could be echoes of the press, a jury, or just city folk of the Roaring Twenties who read-all-about-it, this drama flows like a well-told story, reaching out to the frustrated soul within us, reminding us that the machinery is ever turning.

Madison Pickering is assistant director, with Gary Curto as stage manager. The set design is by Kai Harris, with lighting design – essential to this production – by Aaron Burns.

Regarded as one of the greatest plays of the 20th century – with much to say in the 21st – “Machinal” has performances Thursday through Sunday, March 19-22 at Shelton Auditorium, 1000 W. 42nd St., Indianapolis (southwest corner of Butler University campus).

For information and tickets visit southbanktheatre.org.

From fake fruit to real feelings: Belfry delivers Simon classic

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By John Lyle Belden

You can’t go wrong with a comedy play by Neil Simon, and The Belfry Theatre presents the one that started his incredible run of Broadway and film hits.

“Come Blow Your Horn” is not a musical, but more about blasting one’s own achievements. In this case 1960s swinging single Alan Baker (Josh Gibson), in a nice Manhattan apartment with constant female companionship. He’s been having fun with aspiring actress Peggy (Adriana Menefee), who stretches being “bad with names” to comic lengths. However, his more regular companion, Connie (Alyssa Lay), has come home from her singing tour early.

Meanwhile, Alan’s younger brother, Buddy (Jeff Haber), has arrived to stay with him, finally escaping living with their parents – neurotic and overbearing Mother (Vickie Phipps), and hot-tempered Father (Chris Otterman), who varies from passive-aggressive to aggressive-aggressive. The family owns a wax-fruit factory where the father employs both sons, though he rails at “the bum” Alan’s slacking.

Alan seeks to make Buddy more irresponsible like him, while, ironically, he finds himself having authentic feelings for Connie. But when the playboy antics get too complex, Father’s reaction could rename this show “Come Blow Your Top.”

This comedy shows hints of Simon’s linguistic mastery and knack for wacky situations that reach perfection in his later shows. On its own merits, it’s wildly enjoyable, and you can tell the cast are having fun with it as well. Gibson is great at projecting cheeky confidence, so is in his element here. Haber delivers a perfect contrast, as a man perpetually unsure of himself. After intermission, the two switch demeanors, adding dimension to their characters, as well as more laughs.

Lay is adorable as usual and shows both her and her performer character’s range in her efforts to get Alan to mature. In roles inspired by Simon’s own parents, Phipps and Otterman shine as the Mom and Dad who seem to never be happy, yet still get across that they love their kids – infuriating as they are. Menefee plays Peggy as more nice than smart, elevating a rather limited role. Katherine Gibson has a memorable cameo as Aunt Gussie.

Veteran director Lori Raffel, who has handled plenty of wackiness in various central Indiana companies, delivers an endearing take on this classic. Performances are Friday through Sunday, Sept. 26-28, at The Switch Theatre, 10029 126th St., Fishers. Info and tickets at thebelfrytheatre.com.

‘Carol’ gets musical comedy treatment

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By John Lyle Belden

“Marley was dead to begin with…” truly is a downer opening, but things can only go up from there, especially when Charles Dickens gets the once-over by local theatrical genius Ben Asaykwee, who wrote and directed the musical “A Christmas Carol Comedy,” playing through this weekend at the District Theatre.

Asaykwee has another show (“ProZack” at the Phoenix) so entrusts a cast of young and old, veterans and newcomers, led by the versatile Matt Anderson as Ebenezer Scrooge (and the assistant director).

To set the irreverent tone, we have a batch of young urchins (Quincy Carman, Ellie Cooper, Zara Heck, Ethan Lee, Sam Lee, Judah Livingston, Esmond Livingston, and Calvin Meschi) providing narration and appearing as needed. Others play various roles, notably Jared Lee at Bob Cratchit, Emerson Black as Jacob Marley, Amanda Hummer as Christmas Past, Tiff Bridges as Christmas Present, Shelbi Barry as Christmas Future, and Maria Meschi as ol’ Fezziwig. In addition, we have the talents of Lisa Anderson, Jenni Carman, Reilly Crouse, Jessica Dickson, Austin Helm, Emily Jorgenson, Anna Lee, Noah Lee, Adriana Menefee, Kallen Ruston, Michelle Wafford, and Charlotte Wagner.

Drop all expectations of a faithful rendition of the holiday classic (we all know it already) and revel in the silliness as this gang has a ball bringing more joy to the season. The revelation of Tiny Tim must be seen to be believed. There are also song-and-dance numbers, as Dickens no doubt never intended – watch out for flying cast members.

Our evening’s viewing at the District (627 Massachusetts Ave., Indianapolis) was a sell-out; it will likely happen again. See indydistricttheatre.org.