Amalia Howard

CCP sets intriguing ‘Dinner Party’

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By Wendy Carson

Most of us are familiar with Neil Simon plays and know what to expect from them. However, “The Dinner Party,” presented by Carmel Community Players, is different. Written in his later years, the script was originally intended to be farcical but as he fleshed out the characters, a more serious storyline emerged. That’s not to say you won’t laugh – his wit still shines through in the dialogue – but expect to be moved to serious conversation/contemplation afterwards.

The setup is simple: Six people are invited to a dinner party at a fancy restaurant by the lawyer who handled their divorces. However, no one knows who else has been invited, the host is a no-show, and the staggered arrivals of the guests just ups the confusion.

SEMI-SPOILER ALERT! The six people are actually the two halves of three different formerly married couples. This is where the serious dialogue, peppered with biting humor, comes in.

And now, to our guests.

We begin with Claude Pichon (Grant Bowen), a sort of everyman with a deep love of literature. Albert Donay (Bradley Allan Lowe) a curious, mousey type that has little knowledge of interpersonal niceties. Andre Bouville (Jason Creighton) a pompous jerk who flaunts his wealth and popularity amongst women. Mariette Levieux (Becky Larson) an elegant lady author whom Albert takes a shine to, is Claude’s ex and known to Andre as well. Yvonne Souchet (Alaine Sims) a flighty woman who entices Claude, can’t make up her mind whether to stay or go, and is Albert’s ex. Finally, we have Gabrielle Bouville (Amalia Howard) a sensuous woman of mystery and manipulation.

The result of these machinations is an hour and a half of deep delving into relationships, love, passion, fear, confusion, and possibilities.

Co-Directors Matt Trgovac and Tonya Rave bring out sterling performances in each cast member. Bowen as Claude mostly plays it cool as viewer proxy. Lowe gives an interesting character study, odd but not absurd. Creighton has Andre seethe with air of a power broker who can’t bear not being in control. Larson plays Mariette mostly level-headed, but the edges are fraying. Sims lets Yvonne’s issues plainly show, as in this off-kilter setting her erratic behavior seems fitting. In Howard’s performance you can practically see steam rising off Gabrielle, shifting from seductive to pouty to dominatrix calm in a heartbeat.

Set in Paris, we hear these French characters in plain English with no distracting accents. But the setting does lend some tension, contrasting old-world mores with the permissive atmosphere of the city’s reputation.

Performances of “The Dinner Party” run Thursday through Sunday, May 2-5, at The Cat, 254 Veterans Way, downtown Carmel. See thecat.biz or carmelplayers.org for info and tickets.

Southbank takes up Quixote quest

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By John Lyle Belden

“Take a deep breath of life and consider how it should be lived.”

These words spoken by Miguel de Cervantes as his creation Don Quixote in the musical “Man of La Mancha” help sum up the method behind the madness of the deluded knight at the center of the story – and is perhaps his most lucid advice.

Southbank Theatre Company and its founder, director Marcia Eppich-Harris, present the man, the madness, and the dangerous times in which this celebrated satirical novel came forth in their current production of the Broadway classic. Written in the 1960s by Dale Wasserman with music by Mitch Leigh and lyrics by Albert Marre, the story is loosely adapted from Cervantes’s 1605 book, portraying the author working through select scenes and characters in the more sweeping novel.

In the late 1500s, the dreaded Spanish Inquisition has arrested Cervantes (Paul Hansen), along with his servant (Anthony Nathan), not for a certain book he has yet to finish, or for being an actor or playwright, but because in his temporary employ as a tax collector, he tried to foreclose on a church. This lands him in our principal setting, a spacious communal dungeon in which the other prisoners mill about, seeking to cure their boredom. Their Governor (Scott Hall) declares the newcomer should stand trial for charges of the criminals’ choosing.

Cervantes seizes the opportunity – both to buy time and see how his stories are received by others – and “defends” himself by putting on our main story, the play within the play. Pasting on gray whiskers, he declares himself Don Quixote, with his servant now the farmer-turned-squire Sancho Panza. Other prisoners join in as various characters as needed.

If you know nothing else of this tale of an aging minor nobleman who reads one too many medieval romances and thinks himself the last defender of Chivalry, you have probably heard about the windmill. It’s actually a small part of the story, and Quixote’s charge against the four-armed “giant” happens quite soon in the musical. This is how we theatre folk get you, casual fan: come for the windmill tilting, stay for the meaningful stuff.

The plot really gets rolling when Quixote and Sancho arrive at an inn, which our knight sees as a castle (naturally). The Innkeeper (Hall) humors them, and we meet the other guests, a gang of muleteers led by Pedro (Kevin Caraher) who harass Aldonza (Jessica Hawkins), the wench serving up drinks, and maybe something more if the price is right. Quixote sees the woman, envisioning a high-born lady whom he declares to be “Dulcinea.”

Meanwhile in La Mancha, Quixote’s niece Antonia (Ashton Driscoll) and housekeeper (Yolanda Valdiva) enlist the help of a priest (Jericho Franke) and Dr. Carrasco (Rachel Serago) to find the man and bring him back to his senses.

The cast also includes Kendall Maxwell, Scott Stockton, Amalia Howard, Susannah Briscoe, Aaron Henze, Andrea Haskett, and Will Harris, who also plays guitar in coordination with the backstage orchestra, led by Seth Young.

A notable aspect of Cervantes’s satire is the comedy of good intentions gone awry, usually with others hurt while our oblivious old man goes blithely onward. This especially hurts Aldonza, who ironically becomes the one who most gets the point of this pointless adventure in the end. Thus, the musical asks a lot of Hawkins, and she is more than up to the challenge. She is compelling and commanding as a woman coming to terms with the possibility that her horrid past and present don’t define her future.

Veteran actor Hansen captures that perfect mix of maturity and whimsy to tackle his double-role. In both modes, he exudes confidence that stays a step ahead of the fear of a darker reality. Nathan, who must have been a court jester in a past life, is totally in his comic wheelhouse here. Serago, who as a prisoner is Cervantes’s “prosecutor” at trial, keeps one guessing if maybe the good Doctor is getting a kick out of tormenting Quixote in his efforts to save him.

There is much to unpack thematically, especially the simultaneous folly of and need for striving for a higher ethos. Perhaps this is why its most famous song, “The Impossible Dream,” resonates so much for so many. Hear it in context and see the “Man of La Mancha” at remaining performances Thursday through Sunday, March 14-17. at Shelton Auditorium, 1000 W. 42nd St., Indianapolis (edge of Butler University). For tickets and information, go to southbanktheatre.org.

Bard Fest tackles tragedy of ‘Medea’

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By John Lyle Belden

“I am a woman of misfortune.”

This understatement is given by the mythical woman Medea, granddaughter of the sun god Helios, but seen as a barbarian as she is from land distant from Greece. She forsook that place and betrayed her father, the King, to aid the Greek hero Jason in stealing the Golden Fleece and traveling to his home to be his wife and bear his children.

But willful Jason opts to take up with another woman, Glauce, daughter of the Corinthian King Creon, who will give his kids greater legitimacy. Medea does not take this well. Creon’s solution? Order Medea into exile, not an easy task for a woman without a country.

In the tragic play “Medea” by Euripides, these are her desperate times. In turn, her desperate measures are legendary.

Bard Fest presents a translation by Ruby Blondell in which Medea (Laura Gellin) is joined by a chorus of women through the ages (Liz Carrier, Cassidy Dueker, Kitty Compton, Hannah Embree) to amplify her woes and pleas. Jason (Darin Richart) is just a man doing what he thinks is best, puzzled that she can’t see things his way while discarding her perspective as barbarian thinking. Guy Grubbs plays the kings who are Medea’s doom and hope. Her children are played by Allie Stacy and Ellie Richart. Amalia Howard and Andrea Haskett complete the cast. Natalie Fischer directs.

If you know the dire deeds that Medea does, watch to understand why. If you don’t know, brace yourself (serious trigger warning!), and strive to understand. Gellin gives an unflinching performance, powerful throughout. Darin Richart makes plain Jason’s motivations, in today’s light visible as aspects of controlling narcissism, betrayed in his cry at the climax of what has been done to him, a character left alive.  

This brilliant staging of the celebrated tragedy has three more performances, Friday through Sunday, Oct. 27-29 on the Basile main stage of the IndyFringe Theatre, 719 E. St. Clair, Indianapolis. Get tickets at indybardfest.com or indyfringe.org.

Thus Spake Southbank: Fascinating portrait of a misunderstood man

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By John Lyle Belden

It’s interesting that Marcia Eppich-Harris relates her writing of the play, “Seeking Nietzsche,” now premiering with Southbank Theatre Company, “out of order in 30- to 45-minute blocks, simply writing whatever I had time to blast out.” This scattered approach reflects how German academic and philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900) reportedly composed one of his more notable works, “Thus Spake Zarathustra,” which is referenced in the play.

True to a philosopher of at the edge of the modern world, this dramatic examination of the man goes back and forth, from his deathbed to his early academic career, to his various works, and to his key relationships. Lukas Schooler in the brushy mustache bears a resemblance to Nietzsche, and his talent at interpreting the often-misunderstood personality brings him brilliantly to life, noting, in Eppich-Harris’s words (that Friedrich would likely have said, given the chance), “Some men are born posthumously, as I was.”

The set, designed by Aric Harris, is a theatre of Nietzsche’s decaying mind – papers everywhere – which fits neatly into the pit-like indoor amphitheater of Shelton Auditorium at Butler University. Evren Wilder Elliott, familiar with being misunderstood and the struggle to make one’s self the best man possible, directs with an eye to portraying a man whose life and opinions were ever on the move, never predictably fixed. Nikki Sayer is stage manager.

In Nietzsche’s world, we meet his firmly conservative sister, Elisabeth Forster-Nietzsche (Amalia Howard), whose German Nationalist pride easily adopts the anti-semitism his brother never felt. There is also Lou Salomè (Trick Blanchfield), with whom Friedrich and another companion attempt a philosophical commune – a sort of thruple with no sex, but a lot of longing. That doesn’t last, but Salomè’s deep platonic affection for him does. Celebrated composer Richard Wagner (James Mannan) is embraced as a father figure; his works were as brilliant as his views on society were toxic. Swept up by the former, Nietzsche finally cannot tolerate the latter.

Much of the difficulty in understanding the philosopher was due to his fluctuating viewpoints, scribbled roughly on various sheafs of paper; this was further distorted by the posthumous editing of his sister, an eventual admirer of the new German Chancellor.

I joked to Eppich-Harris that I would have named the play, “God is Dead, and I’m Not Feeling Too Well, Myself,” but that sentiment does sum up the feeling of her “Finding Nietzsche.” In Wilder’s hands, with bold support by Howard, Blanchfield, and Mannan, we get from Schooler an intriguing soul always suffering in some manner – mentally, spiritually, and especially physically – but with an underlying cord of humor than never quite breaks until the moment he sees his legacy likely forever tainted, when we see the ghost of the man who mourned God, nearly cry.

Pardon the tangent, but consider how on short video online platforms, you can see an exploding object with the video run in reverse. The outer damage and exploded bits collapse towards the initial blast, finally bringing the true object in focus. This play hits “rewind” on the violently interpreted concepts such as the “ubermensch,” bringing us back to the contrary yet certain man who went out for a walk and came back with some insight.

A brilliant exploration of a man, his philosophy, and how they molded each other before changing the world, the play runs Thursday through Sunday, Sept. 21-24, at the Shelton, 1000 W. 42nd St., Indianapolis (Seminary side of the Butler University campus). Information at southbanktheatre.org, tickets through Butler Arts and Events.  

Troy story gets musical treatment, giving the women their say

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By John Lyle Belden

“Troilus and Cressida” is regarded as one of Shakespeare’s “problem plays,” problematic for both its blending of comedy and tragedy, and the unclear resolution of the title characters’ story. But it is set during the myth-shrouded events of the Trojan War – and war is messy.

In crafting “Troilus & Cressida: The Musical” for Southbank Theatre Company, Marcia Eppich-Harris adds to her adaptation a series of songs she wrote and composed, giving the production an operatic feel and allowing her to emphasize the plight of those who suffered most: the women of Troy.

Our narrator is the prophetess Cassandra (Yolanda Valdivia). True to legend, her words are frequently ignored when they don’t say what Trojan (male) leaders want to hear. Therefore, it is up to us to listen.

Seven years into the siege of Troy, the Greeks – led by Agamemnon (Rachel Snyder) with Ajax (Kendall Maxwell), Ulysses (Kevin Bell), Diomedes (Nick Asher), and fights-only-when-he-wants-to Achillies (Brant Hughes) – seek a way to break the stalemate so they can sack the city and go home. A challenge for single combat between champions is offered, and the Trojans – led by Priam (Karen Webster-Cones) with sons Hector (Robert Beltz), Paris (Natalie Marchal) and Troilus (Matthew Walls), and military leader Aeneas (Aaron Henze) – take the bait.

There is also romance: As her father has gone over to the Greeks, Cressida (Amalia Howard) is cared for by her uncle, Pandarus (Paul Hansen), who cleverly arranges her courtship with Prince Troilus. Love blooms – until a prisoner swap nips that in the bud.

There is also comedy: Agamemnon’s Fool, Thersites (Anthony Nathan at his goofy best) takes up no sword but employs his rapier wit, and juggling, to survive and mock the senseless goings-on.

There is definitely tragedy, such as the lengths Achillies’ servant and lover Patroclus (Will Harris) will go to for his master.

And never forget the women, as Cassandra, Cressida, Hector’s wife Andromache (Jennifer Kaufmann), and Helen (Carolyn Rae Lynch) for whom the Greek ships arrived, lament their position – even in nobility – of being little more than property.

Lane Snyder is unforgettable as Agamemnon’s daughter Iphigenia, especially in the role she takes on in the second act (the Bard’s five acts are condensed to two).

As in the Shakespeare original, the play ends with little more than death and disillusionment. The legendary climax to the war – a kingdom for a horse, as ol’ Will would say – is only hinted at. For its moment, though, Eppich-Harris’s musical lets us dwell on the grinding endlessness of human conflict, and the innocents (and innocence) destroyed.

Four performances remain: Thursday through Sunday, July 20-23, at Shelton Auditorium on the southwest corner of Butler University, 1000 W. 42nd St., Indianapolis. For information, see southbanktheatre.org. Tickets are available through Butler’s site.