‘HI!’ – ‘Puffs’ a hero’s story for the rest of us

By John Lyle Belden

The difficulty in writing about the hilarious parody, “Puffs, or Seven Increasingly Eventful Years at a Certain School of Magic and Magic,” is that in the years since the original books and movies of the subject franchise were made and initially enjoyed, its creator has turned out to be much like the villains in her stories.

Still, this Off-Broadway hit by Matt Cox, presented as the summer youth production of Main Street Productions in Westfield, in a way responds to the sense of betrayal by She-Who-Will-Not-Be-Named by giving the narrative to those who don’t feel particularly “Brave,” or “Smart,” or in a privileged elite (like “Snakes”). This one’s for the “Puffs” everywhere, in the spirit, as director Amber K. Roth puts it, of “true friendship.”

Our intrepid Narrator (Carolyn Noneman) informs us up front that this takes place in a certain school of magic in Great Britian in the 1990s, when a certain 11-year-old spent seven years getting into all kinds of adventures, including a literal war. This is NOT about him, despite the fact he keeps showing up.

In rural New Mexico, 11-year-old Wayne Hopkins (Teddy Epstein) also discovers that he is a wizard – also that wizards exist, he’s really British, and owls can deliver mail. He makes his way to the school, where a talking hat chooses to which House each student will belong. While others famously join the “Braves,” Wayne finds himself in the “Puffs,” which is apparently the opposite. His housemates include Oliver Rivers (Spencer Rees Bland), a boy from a non-magical family in Indiana who is gifted in mathematics (for what good that does him here); and Megan Jones (MJ Elliott) a goth loner whose mother (Annalisa Schuth) is in the prison for “Sirius” criminals because she follows the Dark Lord.

Other Puffs include goofy Leanne (Morgan Rusbasan) who thinks that being a wizard at all is cool, and just wants to have a silly slumber party; Ernie Mac (Liam Thompson), succeeding to some degree at trying to be cool; Hannah Abbott (Eve Carson), who maintains high spirits despite the frequent bullying; J. Finch Fletchly (Layne Thompson), whose charisma combines the slacker and class clown archetypes so well, he even enjoys being a possible figment of others’ imagination; nervous Susie Bones (Greta Shambarger), whose family may be cursed; Sally Perks (Nora Gapinski-Coon), who finds she is more attractive without her glasses, making her confident but nearly blind; and Cedric (Carter Dean Kinnett, the one Puff that readers of the books all know about.

The scar-faced kid with weird luck who talks to snakes (name starts with H) is played by Moon Siebe. All other characters are portrayed by Preston M. Blair, Mackey Brose, Lucy Cooper, Lousia Dobson, Jack Elicker, Keighan Johnson, Jack Levine, Calvin Noneman, Dhruvi Shah, Ella M. Steffans, and a mop.

In under two hours (including intermission) we roll through seven years, each more dangerous – with a thicker book – than the one before. The more familiar you are with the franchise, the funnier the jokes and sharper the jabs are. And that really bad thing that happens at the climax of Book 4? It still happens.

Still, this is more than a good-natured mocking of a popular set of stories. It sticks to the point of view of the people trying to live their own epic while finding themselves in support of someone else’s. Those kids in the yellow and black school uniforms mattered, too, and any win can feel good, even if it means climbing from fourth place (of four) to third.

This is reflected in the exuberant performances of our talented cast. While Epstein, Bland, and Elliott are solid as the main trio (a counterpoint to the novels’ threesome), Rusbasan and Thompson are naturals at physical comedy – earning as much as stealing their scenes. Kinnett shines, appropriately, with all the suaveness his housemates lack, as well as cooly presenting a much darker side in Act II. Schuth is fun to watch as she demonstrates that you can take the girl out of the Puffs, but not the Puff from the girl. In addition, we give a shout-out to the ensemble member who played Bippy, the odd elf-like character the Puffs really should have noticed earlier, given their dorm’s proximity to the kitchen.

Carolyn Noneman is an excellent host, engaging the audience as she guides us through the story, taking all its absurdities in stride.

Roth is assisted by Melina J. DeGolyer, with student director and dramaturge Anna Pfeiffer. Stage manager is Samantha Kelly, assisted by students Julia Brammer and Corwyn Barrows. Stage crew are William Gapinski-Coon, Jackson Brammer and Sullivan Hill – hopefully among these I mention are the excellent “shadows” helping make the magic happen.

The spell lasts for one more weekend. See “Puffs” Thursday through Sunday, July 24-27, at the Basile Westfield Playhouse, 220 N. Union St.; get tickets at westfieldplayhouse.org.

This reviewer praises CCP young artist production

By John Lyle Belden

Carmel Community Players presents the fantastical tale “This Girl Laughs, This Girl Cries, This Girl Does Nothing,” an internationally popular play for young actors and audiences by Finegan Kruckemeyer, the CCP Rising Star Production performing through this next Sunday at The Cat in Carmel.

Starting with a Grimm premise – a woodcutter father abandons his triplet daughters in the woods – we get a story with more whimsical adventure than grown-up reality, which works just fine in a work as entertaining as it is allegorical. A talented cast ages 13 to 18, directed by Amber K. Roth, keep the mood light with a fair number of laughs at the play’s little absurdities.

From the “once/twice/thrice upon a time” that they are born, the title characters are played – from girls to women – by Sydney Weitz as Albienne, the one who loves sweets and, seeing the abandonment as an opportunity, laughs and heads out towards the west; Maile Alpizar as Beatrix, the one who loves the sun and, resolving to find their Papa to understand what happened, dries her tears and heads out towards the east; and Vivienne Thibodeau as Carmen, the one who tends to carry the weight of the world for others, feels this is a perfect time to unshoulder the burden and make the most of where she is.

Events are described through with the aid of a cast of Narrators who also play supporting characters including various villagers, “Vickings,” and woodland creatures: Maggie Croddy, Lucy Cooper, Amelie Thibodeau, Emmy Bobenmoyer, Sophia Sweeney, Delaney McWilliams, and Corbin Cowles, whose roles include a romantic interest or two.

There is also a lighthouse with a perplexed keeper (Bobenmeyer), a sword, a cheeky badger (Cooper, who also plays Papa), some cherry trees, and a boombox, all in a triple-shot globe-circling journey that will somehow bring things back to where they began. The moral of the story is quoted on the cover, “Life is not for going back;” for the lessons, truly applicable to all ages, you need to see this for yourself.

Performances nicely carry the narrative forward with appropriate youthful energy. Weitz plays her character as one with an appetite not to consume for its own sake but to savor – even if it’s the thrills of a different vocation. Alpizar wears her freckles with pride, shining like an intrusive sunbeam into every situation. Vivienne Thibodeau aptly portrays the arc of an empath learning how much of a regard for others is too little, too much, and just right.

Roth is assisted by Student Dramaturg Anna Pfeiffer. Samantha Kelly is Stage Manager, assisted by Grace Kelly.

A jam-packed 75 minutes – not too much for the young, worth the ticket for the rest – follow “This Girl…” Thursday through Sunday at The Cat, 254, Veterans Way, downtown Carmel. Get tickets at carmelplayers.org or thecat.biz.

‘Somewhat True,’ definitely entertaining

By John Lyle Belden

“The Somewhat True Tale of Robin Hood,” by Mary Lynn Dobson, is a perfect play for teen and tween actors, and Main Street Productions does it proud on their Westfield stage.

Historians can tie themselves in knots trying to figure out who the “real” English folk hero was, but that absolutely does not matter here. From the title onward, we are treated to something like the atmosphere of a Muppet film, or Monty Python, or a sort of G-rated “Deadpool.” Essentially, they are in a story, and know it, are just fine with it, and as things progress, they take advantage of it.

I’m tempted to call this “the Yeater brothers strike again.” It is upon Owen that is cast the enormous responsibility – and ego – of being Robin, “a great character of literature,” he reminds us. To strike the karmic balance, slightly younger bro Quinn is the conniving Sheriff of Nottingham. (Big brother Mason is stage manager, their little brother was in the audience.)

For true “Boo, Hiss” evil (we are encouraged to shout along), there is Harrison Coon as dastardly Prince John, sharply performing like a demented Benedict Cumberbatch. On the noble side of the coin, there is our Lady Marian, Rachel Bush, fortunately talented enough to avoid being upstaged by her scream queen Lady in Waiting, Ella Crites.

Robin manages a band of Merry Men (of any gender), manically played by Maile Alpizar, Nora Gapinski Coon, Sammy Geis, Neil Hackman, Isabella Hasseld, Kaavya Jethava, Owen Lockert, Anna Pfeiffer, and scene-stealing Zach Harvey as (actually little) Little John – all armed with spoons (I’m guessing an homage to the Costner film?). They are co-led by Sister Tuck, Kaelyn Harvey, armed (naturally) with a ruler.

Hackman and Pfeiffer also play guards at Prince John’s Court, which is attended by a trio of highly entertaining Fawning Ladies: Chaya Flicker, Tatum Meadors and Sophia Musick.

As for the story, you likely already know it – except maybe the part about bowling, and the essential role of the Town’s Guy (Teddy Epstein), our narrator and the characters’ link to the all-important Miss Technical Director (Megan Mramor, according to the Crew list).

Also, you can tell it’s Medieval England because the footwear is all by Sir Chuck Taylor (those are the rules, I guess).

Directed by Nikki Lynch and Becca Bartley, saying this is delightful seems to sell this show short, but it truly is a hilarious delight to see kids taking history and “great literature” on such a fun ride, complete with cheeky “you get that?” after-school special moments.

As I post this, there is a matinee today (July 30), as well as performances Aug. 3-6 at the Basile Westfield Playhouse, 220 N. Union St., downtown Westfield. For info and tickets, see westfieldplayhouse.org.