And Then There Were None

CAT: One by one they fall, who is killing them all?

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By John Lyle Belden

For an entertaining, affordable outing that also helps support and encourage local talent, we recommend Carmel Apprentice Theatre performances at (naturally) The Cat.

C.A.T. gives less experienced actors and crew the chance to perform a popular play or musical with the aid of experienced mentors. In the current production of Agatha Christie’s “And Then There Were None,” we also have a first-time director, local actor Tim West, delivering with a fine balance of mystery and humor.

This is the whodunit in which – trapped on a remote island – the murders are constantly happening among 10 characters in a plot inspired by a children’s rhyme (adapted from it’s now-unacceptable title) “Ten Little Soldier Boys.” There is a copy on the back wall of the set, along with an ever-shrinking collection of tin soldier figures. It’s also printed in the program.  

Motive for the killings goes beyond psychopathy; each character has done something in their past that led to others’ deaths. Still, which one is killing the others? Who will survive? Will any? Note that Christie wrote more than one ending for the play, so we will spoil no further.

Butler and cook Mr. and Mrs. Rogers are friendly and accommodating, especially Leroy Delph as Thomas. Dixie Oberlin as his wife is a bit high-strung, though. The eight guests were invited by the mysterious “Mr. and Mrs. Owen.”

Vera (Alyssa Lay) was recently hired as Mrs. Owen’s secretary and was to meet her for the first time here. A steady hand at unsteady characters around area community stages, Lay balances the wariness and stress of being imperiled with just enough craftiness to not take her off your suspect list.

Former Army Cpt. Lombard (Kat Moore) comes off as incredibly dashing, though his past betrays a possible disregard for others’ lives. Moore keeps us guessing with their roguish gentleman.

When Jake Williams (Anthony Marston) isn’t driving his fast car, he’s talking about it. Being one who loves to live on the edge of danger, he’s unfortunately come to the perfect place.

Mr. Davis from South Africa (Daniel Racke) is actually William Blore, a former(?) police officer. Racke doesn’t let us off the hook, acting sus from his very first moment while also giving plausible suspicions of the other guests.

Gen. Mackenzie (Todd Stein) knows a perilous situation when he sees one, and this could be his final battle. Stein infuses the old soldier with appropriate dignity.

Hannah Smith (Emily Brent) in her mind condemned all the others long before the killer (in a gramophone recording) declared all their alleged crimes. Brent plays her like the old auntie you want to like, but is just so prickly to everyone around her.

Sir Lawrence Wargrave (Darrin Gowan), being a retired trial judge, is no stranger to death. He sent many there from the bench, and now finds himself accused. An established theatre veteran, Gowan makes a solid keystone for this production.

Dr. Armstrong (Cassie Scalzi) could really use a drink about now but knows better. Scalzi plays the stoic surgeon-turned-therapist nicely as she confronts the fact that the past never stays there.

Mike Oberlin completes the cast as Fred, the lucky man with the boat.

There are no others on this remote island off the English coast, so it is only ghosts or the illusions of maids (stage crew Isabel Moore and Addison Johnson) who nimbly move about in between scenes to reset the room.

Like a slasher flick with English manners, enjoy “And Then There Were None” 7:30 p.m. Friday and Saturday, and 2:30 p.m. Saturday (April 3-4), at The Cat, 254 Veterans Way in downtown Carmel. Get tickets and info at thecat.biz.

Civic hosts Christie’s deadly countdown

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By John Lyle Belden

Set in the intimate confines of the Studio Theater, rather than its regular stage next door, the Booth Tarkington Civic Theatre invites you to look in on a classic mystery: See those 10 people at the party? They are all guilty of something, and one by one they will die. Who will be standing at the end? Are you sure you know?

The Civic presents Agatha Christie’s “And Then There Were None.” Director Charles Goad (who we are more used to seeing on the stage than behind it) has trusted his talented cast the freedom to bring out the dark humor in the play’s growing suspense. Even when a character is one you wouldn’t mind seeing become the next victim of “Mr. Unknown,” he or she is presented in an entertaining manner.

Matt Anderson and Christy Walker sharply portray the domestics who literally help set the scene in a fine house on an island off the English coast. Vera (Carrie Schlatter at her steadily unraveling best) thought this was just a job opportunity. Army Cpt. Lombard (Joshua Ramsey as a unflappable man proud of all his qualities, good and bad) was advised to bring his revolver, just in case. Anthony (Bradford Reilly, doing upper-class spoiled well) is up for any kind of adventure. Mr. Daniels – or is that Blore? – (Steve Kruze, working the fine line between gruffness and guilt) was, or is, a cop, making him impossible to trust. Retired Gen. MacKenzie (Tom Beeler, showing mastery of a subtle character) can see this for the final battle it is. Emily (Christine Kruze, working a stiff upper lip that could break glass) is as sure of her own innocence as she is of everyone else’s immorality. Dr. Armstrong (David Wood, becoming even more likable as we find the man’s flaws) feels he could really use a drink, though he doesn’t dare. And prominent judge Sir William Wargrave (David Mosedale in top form) knows a thing or two about unnatural death, having sentenced so many to the gallows.

The cast is completed by Dick Davis as Fred, the man with the boat.

These actors give a delicious recreation of the old story which doesn’t feel dated, considering a strong storm on a remote island would cut off smartphone reception just the same as past means of communication. The plot is propelled by the old poem “Ten Little Soldiers” (a more palatable version than the frequently used “Ten Little Indians” or its original, more controversial, title). Ten tin soldiers stand on the mantle, their number decreasing throughout the play as the victims accumulate. The verse is on a plaque by the fireplace, and reprinted in the program for us to follow along.

I don’t want to give spoilers, but bear in mind that Christie wrote more than one way to end the story. See for yourself at the Center for the Performing Arts in downtown Carmel through April 8. Call 317-843-3800 or visit civictheatre.org.