4th Wall: The depths of ‘Heights’

By John Lyle Belden

November’s chill extends the desolate feeling of the Halloween season, a perfect time to indulge in the haunting story of “Wuthering Heights,” presented by 4th Wall Players in Irvington.

Founding member Alan Keith has adapted Emily Brontë’s gothic novel by taking a keen scalpel to the complex story of life and death on the Yorkshire moors of northern England in the late 1700s. His focus is on the dysfunctional, tragic relationship between Catherine Earnshaw and the orphan Heathcliff, with sufficient other adult characters to tell the story.

Katie Endres plays housekeeper Nelly Dean, whose role as narrator in the novel is reflected in her being a mainstay throughout the play, witness to all while unable to affect the course of events. Her compassion helps us to care for the damaged souls she serves.

We open with a series of scenes to establish the upbringing of siblings Catherine (Sarah Powell) and Hindley (Albert F. Lahrman III), along with Heathcliff (Alec Cole), whom Mr. Earnshaw (Stephen Taylor) found in Liverpool and raises with his children. From the start Catherine and Heathcliff become devoted to one another, enraging Hindley, who, upon returning from university to take over Wuthering Heights after their father’s death, banishes Heathcliff to the servant’s quarters. Hindley and his wife Francine (Isabel Moore) are continually abusive, which – on top of a boyhood humiliation at the hands of Hindley and neighbor Edgar Linton (Luke Proctor) – fuels Heathcliff’s simmering desire for revenge.

As for Catherine, she is to become Edgar’s bride. Overhearing her telling Nelly she must accept the proposal, Heathcliff sees this as betrayal and leaves. He returns, three years later, as a gentleman – but his intentions are not gentle as he seduces and marries Edgar’s sister Isabella (Ellie Hooven).   

Emotions and unresolved angst are heavy as the mist upon the moors, where ghosts will walk when this story is done.  Note this drama also contains violence, abuse, and suicide.

The cast portray a whole catalogue of psychological issues. Cole gives a poignant portrayal of a person so focused on vengeance he cannot accept the successes of his life, instead sacrificing them as tools towards his dark vision of justice. His blend of wronged hero and conspiring villain evokes both pity and fear. As for perpetually immature Catherine, Powell gives us the girl who wants both the adventure of Heathcliff and reliability of Edgar, without fully committing to either. Playing with others’ emotions wears on her own, critically endangering her health.

Hooven is exceptional as a woman caught in the middle of these dark doings, bearing up as best she can, her only redemption being in survival.

As for men who could have been so much better people, Lahrman gives us a Hindley so used to having to demand respect, he squanders his inherited moral high ground with his anger and addictive vices.  Meanwhile, Proctor’s Edgar is the man who would be rather dashing and happy in an Austen novel – alas, this is Brontë, and here his airs come off as spineless, doomed to find only misery.

An excellent edit of a classic story, “Wuthering Heights” has three more performances, Friday through Sunday, Nov. 14-16, at The Backlot Theatre (formerly Stage Door), 5635 Bonna Ave., Indianapolis. Information and tickets at 4thwallplayers.org.

Epilogue comedy brings new meaning to ‘juke joint’

By Wendy Carson 

Epilogue Players whisks us away to a senior living center in Upstate New York for the Indiana premiere of Paul Stroili’s rollicking tale, “A Jukebox for the Algonquin.” It is billed as “a serious comedy about sex, drugs, and rocking chairs” yet not a single rocking chair is to be had in the show.

The entire show takes place in The Algonquin Room, one of the many meeting spaces available to the residents. Being such a large place, they split into three main tribes: Indies – those in Independent Living; Asses – in Assisted Living; and Longhorns –in Long-term care, here until the end.

Dennis (Duane Mercier) holds court in the room in much the way that Dorthy Parker ran her round table in the hotel the room is named for. His regulars consist of Johnny (Onis Dean), who has a wicked sense of humor and longs for a jukebox to fill the room with real music and Annie (Wendy Brown) a spitfire who would be quite dangerous if she wasn’t mostly blind. Occasional visits from Tyler (Grant Bowen), the orderly who tries, not too well, to hide his shadier side from everyone; and Josefina (Yolanda Valdivia), the woman in charge of everything, add some bits of spice to daily life.

However, the arrival of two new people brings about all the laughs and drama that anyone could hope for. We first meet Chuck (Albert E. Lahiman III), also known as “Dust Mop Guy.” Despite his quiet demeanor, he has more than enough emotional baggage to fill all the meeting rooms. Then comes Peg (Mary DeBoer), a new Indy who becomes the member of the table they never knew was missing.

Johnny’s quest to raise money for the jukebox hits a snag and all looks lost, until Peg’s efforts to identify the plants her hippie predecessor left behind brings about a lucrative herbal solution to their financial woes. Still, it’s only 2003 and such things are still illegal.

The whole show is exquisitely cast, and co-directors Therese Burns and Amanda Greene keep things rolling along even during the few moments when life steps in and kicks the players. This is a tender, sweet, and very funny look at aging with dignity.

So, pull up a chair at the round table and see whether the gang gets to dance to the living music of actual records – or continue to suffer the sad collection of 17 CDs (three of which are copies of Frampton Comes Alive).

Ticket sales have been brisk, and there is just one week of shows left, Thursday through Sunday, Sept. 18-21, at 1849 N. Alabama St. (corner of 19th and Alabama), downtown Indianapolis. Get info and tickets at epilogueplayers.com.

Agape: True story of youthful resistance to a cruel regime

By John Lyle Belden

“We are your bad conscience” – from Leaflet 4 of The White Rose, summer 1942

Agape Theatre Company established itself as exploring the conjunction of faith and the theater arts, and with “Why We Must Die So Young,” adds one of the darkest moments in human history.

Written and directed by local playwright William Gebby, this drama tells the story of The White Rose, a resistance movement of students at the University of Munich, roughly from May 1942 to February 1943. This would be during the height of Nazi Germany’s power and territorial gains; Munich is in Bavaria, southern Germany, at the time deep within the Axis powers’ empire.

Agape shows are typically youth productions, however, this play has an appropriate mix of young artists and adults which maintains a realistic look, aside from apt costuming and the jarring presence of Nazi flags at the corners of the stage. Another important aspect is that from the beginning the audience is alerted to the fate of the White Rose members portrayed: all, save one, will be executed. This, in addition to expressions of faith by the characters, gives the drama the aura of a Passion Play. We know how it will end and must deal with that growing tension, yet a theme is the perseverance of the expressed ideal beyond death.  

Sophie Scholl (Sofy Vida), whose family members see Nazi ideology as antithetical to Christianity, departs from their home in Ulm (directly west of Munich, just over the Bavarian border) to join her brother Hans (Joshua Lehman) at the University. There they, along with schoolmates Traute Lafrenz (Megan Janning), Christoph Probst (Codie Monhollen), Alexander Schmorell (Joey Devine), and Willi Graf (Thor Hunter) attend the lectures of Prof. Kurt Huber (Robert K. Fimreite), who openly yet cleverly expresses his disdain for the current regime. Moved by his increasingly un-subtle calls to action, the young men and Sophie secretly make and distribute their first anti-Nazi leaflet.

Being Hans’s girlfriend, Traute is kept out of the loop – which she resents, as she quickly figured out what’s happening. She thus soon joins and adds a loose network of like-thinking friends in other cities. Huber, once he is informed who wrote the leaflets (and that it’s not a Gestapo trap), also joins the White Rose, authoring one of its most powerful messages.

Mac Williams and Agape founder Kathy Phipps play Hans and Sophie’s conscientious parents, with Julianna Britt as younger sister Inge. Hannah Schwitzer is Gisela, one of the kids’ friends in Ulm.

We also meet Chelsea Jackman as Prof. Huber’s wife Clara; assistant director Leslie Gebby as intellectual Frau Docktor Mertens; and Matthias Neidenberger, Candice Clorinda, Albert F. Lahrmann III, Nathan Rakes, Doug Rollison, and Ruth Bowen in other roles.

The story moves at a steady pace through numerous short scenes, the small underground movement progressing while its participants maintain near-impossible optimism, feeling at times fraught but carrying on aided by youthful recklessness. There is only slight lag in the transitions; I wonder if a future staging with a large three-side turntable of setpieces might improve the flow. We get not only the growth of the White Rose’s reach, but also the more persistent and desperate search by the authorities to shut it down. Our young agitators knew the risks, but that doesn’t reduce the impact of inevitable tragedy.

Vida is simply inspiring as Sophie, earnest and faithful. Lehman takes to his role like a committed soldier (which Hans also was) showing his bravery is not bluster. Monhollen gives all aspects of a complex character – Probst being concerned for both the safety of his wife and children, and the fate of his nation. Our father figures – boldly shown by Fimreite and Williams – are stalwarts as well, willing to stand up to unjust authority in a dangerous era.

Important history which could be seen as inspiration during current events, “Why We Must Die So Young: The story of the White Rose Resistance,” has three more dates, Friday through Sunday, March 14-16, at Arts for Lawrence’s Theater at the Fort, 8920 Otis Ave., northeast Indianapolis. Get tickets at artsforlawrence.org.