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Epilogue comedy brings new meaning to ‘juke joint’

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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.

Life gets funnier with age for these ‘Girls’

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By John Lyle Belden

“Life is like Jello,” says Carlene, the “black widow of Eden Falls.” We’re not sure if that’s true, but we did find ourselves shaking a lot – from laughter – at “The Hallelujah Girls,” the Jones Hope Wooten comedy on stage at Epilogue Players, directed by Therese Burns.

Lea Ellingwood plays manicurist Carlene, thrice widowed and giving up on love, while Barbara Lemay is her sister, Crystal, who hasn’t been the same since that tornado, yet is ever joyous with her celebration – complete with baking and invented “carols” – of every calendar holiday. They join Mavis (Elizabeth Popplewell), who doesn’t mind time away from her frustratingly drab husband, and Nita (Tracy Brunner) who escapes with trashy romance novels like her ne’er-do-well son likes to escape his parole officer, to meet up with Sugar Lee (Valerie Nowosielski) at a long-abandoned church. In the wake of a mutual friend passing away without realizing her dreams, Sugar has decided this building will become her new day-spa, and she needs her fellow 50-plus ladies to pitch in.

At first reluctant at this mutual midlife project, the others agree, and Spa-Dee-Dah! becomes the Georgia town’s newest hotspot, complete with sauna. Not everyone is thrilled with this, as social vultu- I mean butterfly Bunny Sutherland (Elizabeth Ruddell) wanted to raze the old church and build a museum to hersel- I mean the town. Her first attempt at sabotage fails; sending Sugar’s ex-fiance Bobby Dwayne (Brad Burns) to take the renovation contract gives the women the most reliable worker in the area. Sugar and Bobby smolder below the surface, but she refuses to forgive him for what happened the day of their high school graduation, tolerating him until the work is done.

Meanwhile, single postal worker Porter (Grant Bowen), having survived a near-death experience, decides to court Carlene. Noticing the women working at the former church, he dubs them “the Hallelujah Girls.”

The play takes place over a year of Fridays, when the Girls routinely gather, highlighted by Crystal’s latest over-the-top costume. There are the ups and downs of starting a small business, Bunny’s endless plotting, and, my, Bobby Dwayne does look good in them shorts, right, Sugar Lee?

Still, through all the laughs and fun, one bad swing of the hammer brings certain disaster. Given the setting, maybe they’ll get a miracle.

Epilogue Players was established as a place for those 50 and older to shine, so this show is a perfect fit, with lively performances by these young-at-heart actors. The wisecracks about aging sound genuine, but with more good humor than despair, striking the funny bone just right. Also, the costume outfits Burns comes up with for Crystal are a treat in themselves. Everyone is sweet-tea refreshing, except for Bunny, whom Ruddell makes just as deliciously evil.

Amanda Greene is assistant director and stage manager. And a hat-tip to props master Diane McGuire for finding the “Why limit Happy to one Hour?” sign that could serve as a theme for the whole project.

With an upbeat theme that it is never too late in life to work on your dreams (including romance), hilarity liberally scattered throughout, and a lesson on the true value of a good peach brandy, this is a fun escape from the local Georgia-like heat, with remaining performances Thursday through Sunday, June 22-25, at 1849 N. Alabama St. (corner of 19th and Alabama), downtown Indianapolis. Tickets and info at epilogueplayers.com.

Epilogue brings monster tale to life with radio magic

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By John Lyle Belden

When dealing with a familiar favorite story, the best part is in how it’s told.

In “Frankenstein: The Radio Play,” presented by Epilogue Players, Mary Shelley’s classic novel is presented as a radio drama produced in 1940s London – an escape from the horrors of the real world. Adapted by Philip Grecian from his stage play, based on Shelley’s 1818 book, the production gives us a theatre of the mind experience while providing a glimpse into how the audio magic is made.

The immersive experience goes a step further by not renaming the actors as British counterparts, and by including radio ads promoting every advertiser in the program. This may be the best promotion English Ivy’s restaurant and bar (in today’s Indianapolis, just down the street) has ever gotten.

Craig Kemp (actually from the U.K., by the way) voices the titular figure, Victor Frankenstein – whom any literature buff will note is the true “monster” of the novel – in fine fashion, from the soothing doctor in love to the ecstatic “it’s ALIVE!” during the creature’s “birth.” Other actors provide major and minor parts (the broadcast audience can’t see them, so switching is a manner of inflection, which they easily do). Principally, Alex Bast is the doctor’s friend and assistant, Henry Clerval; Dale W. Smith is their peer, Professor Waldman; Caity Withers, the studio announcer and producer, is Baroness Frankenstein; Phoebe Aldridge is young Catherine Frankenstein; Melody Simms is Catherine’s governess, Justine Moritz; Bella King is Victor’s cousin and fiancé, Elizabeth Frankenstein; Grant Bowen is Arctic explorer Capt. Robert Walton, as well as the blind man, Delacey; and Jason Creighton is The Creature (usually referred to by epithets, by himself as Adam/Lucifer, but never as his “father’s” name), giving an appropriately powerful rendition of the misunderstood beast.

Also deserving of star billing are foley artists Amanda Greene, Roger E. Dutcher, Karen Markle, and Zach Thompson, who undertake complex effects with as close as the era allowed to surround-sound. Seeing the various gadgets used only adds to the fun while their acoustical accuracy doesn’t break their spell. Daniel Watson directs and composed some of the music, performed by Bethany Watson on piano.

Glancing over the novel’s plot summary as well as various films from James Whale to Kenneth Branagh and variations including breakfast cereal and Abbot & Costello, I probably should make some notes of the story here. This play does start and end on Cpt. Walton’s ship approaching the North Pole. Henry sounds quite handsome, with no hunchback noted, and is a fellow scientist, not a servant. Also, a critical plot point, the brain supplied to the creature is that of a genius Victor admires (not “Abbie Normal”), which becomes evident at the Adam’s clarity after his initial mental fog, making his reasoned impulses for revenge more menacing. Finally, there is no postmodern wink or sight-gags among the English cast; this show is played for chills, not laughs.

Performances run through Feb. 26. Space is limited at the little theatre on Hedback Corner, 1849 N. Alabama St., and tickets are selling fast. Get yours at EpiloguePlayers.com.