Arthur Miller

Solid ‘Salesman’ in Westfield

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By John Lyle Belden

Nearly everyone has heard of Arthur Miller’s “Death of a Salesman.” If for nothing more, it’s known that this Pulitzer-winning drama is regarded as one of the greatest plays in the English language, with its titular lead Willy Loman ranking with Shakespeare’s Hamlet as a role that defines a great actor. However, I confess I had not seen this play until the current production by Main Street Productions in Westfield.

Directed by Kelly Keller, this staging more than lives up to the work’s reputation. Though it takes a full three hours, its pace and substance fill every minute with meaning. To quote Miller’s script, “Attention must be paid.”

Aaron Moon plays Loman, a traveling salesman who lives in Brooklyn while working the entire New England region. More than 30 years on this circuit has affected him, yet he remains upbeat, smiling big and talking bigger as always. But now there is sadness in his eyes while he speaks triumphantly, mostly of past events – increasingly to people only he can see.

This worries his wife, Linda (Susan Hill), who is also growing frustrated with adult sons Happy (Broden Irwin), who shows no signs of settling down from his playboy lifestyle, and Biff (Connor Phelan) who, while doing all manner of jobs in several different states, has not settled into a productive career path.

The scenes blend this present and Willy’s vivid reminiscing of the past, when his sons were teens, eager to please their old man. The memories especially stick around the time that Biff played in a high school championship football game with college scouts in attendance. These moments include the boys’ schoolmate Bernard (Mike Sosnowski) and his father Charley (Jim Gryga), who remain the Lomans’ friends in the later times.

Willy also remembers his brother, Ben (Tom Smith), who “walked into the jungle, and… walked out rich.”

The cast also includes Jonathan Rogers as Stanley, the waiter at the Chop House, Erin Keller and Desiree Black as two ladies who Happy and Biff meet there, Tanner Brunson as the son of the man who first hired Willy (and is now in charge), and Kristin Hilger as “The Woman.”

This parable from the late 1940s still resonates today with our current hustle and grind culture, coupled with an uncertain job market, as well as anxieties ranging from the personal to society in general. For those who struggle, “fake it till you make it” can only go so far, especially when one can no longer tell the illusion of success from the real thing. Compounding these issues, the play also features themes of mental illness and suicide. The title is not a metaphor.

Moon delivers an award-worthy turn as Willy Loman, a mensch you feel for and fear for as we witness his frustrations, optimistic delusions, and decline. Hill is also stunning as his wife, desperate to bring some sense of stability back to a family that had always been on shifting ground. Irwin’s Happy, in living his own way, is more like his father than he thinks. Phelan is exceptional as conflicted Biff, expressing the strain between expectations that diminish him and a life of freedom that would apparently disappoint those he loves. Smith’s dignified calm speaks volumes.

Excellent set design of the Loman home is by Jay Ganz. The lighting, designed by Stephen DiCarlo and operated by Scott Hall, neatly helps emphasize shifts of time and perspective. Tanya Keller is stage manager.

Remaining performances of “Death of a Salesman” are Thursday through Sunday, Nov. 20-23, at the Basile Westfield Playhouse, 220 N. Union St. Get tickets at westfieldplayhouse.org.

Reckoning ‘The Price’ in Bloomington

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By John Lyle Belden

Playwright Arthur Miller is having a moment in Indiana this year. We recently had a production of “The Crucible” in Indy, and the show about the “Salesman” is opening in Westfield (watch for our take on that next week).

Meanwhile, the Jewish Theatre of Bloomington presents one of Miller’s lesser-produced plays, “The Price,” an emotionally gripping drama inspired in part by his own family.

How do you catalog a life, or even one that might have been? In 1968, Victor Franz (Jonathan Golembiecki), an NYPD Sargeant turning 50 and considering retirement – which would thrill his wife, Esther (Abby Lee) – is faced with needing to move or sell his late father’s belongings. The man had died years earlier, but these things were kept in an attic of a building about to be condemned. The items mostly date back to when the family lost their fortune in the 1929 Wall Street crash, left there largely ignored while the Franzes struggled through the Great Depression.

Victor and Esther are meeting with an appraiser, Gregory Solomon (Ken Farrell), to discuss a price to take the entire lot. There is some concern that Victor’s estranged brother Walter (Stephen Hunt), a very successful doctor and researcher, will show up to demand his half of the estate, but calls to him have gone unanswered. Naturally, he will be making an appearance midway through the play.

It’s that simple, and that complex.

“It’s impossible to know what’s important,” Victor says. While Solomon insists they concentrate on actual value over sentiment, it is difficult to price these decades-old artifacts – a harp, a gramophone, a fencing foil, a shiny evening gown or even the hardwood dresser it hangs in. Still, that which most needs to be settled is not financial. Walter’s success has come at its own dear price, and Victor is calling the debt.

One critique when this premiered on Broadway was that there was too much talking, but this drama has a lot to say. In the skilled hands of this cast, directed by Dale McFadden, we are fully engaged in this conversation, sparking with sibling tension while leavened with a bit of dry Jewish humor.

Golembiecki delivers an excellent performance of a man nearly paralyzed by uncertainty. His own life is at a decision point while dealing with the consequences of past changes. Coupled with the reintroduction of his brother, he is reminded of what could have been a different and perhaps better life. Instead he chose a life of service to others, and especially his father – was he a fool to do so?

Lee presents a woman growing impatient with her husband’s reluctance, desiring that things will finally break their way. Still underneath her tension is a fierce devotion, and love.

Hunt’s Walter keeps us off balance regarding the expectations we are given of his character. He appears to struggle with a recently found need to develop a sense of empathy, to reconcile his great success with one who sacrificed. His assertive ego only lets him change so much, if it is genuine at all.

Farrell is solid, giving perspective and humorous relief while floating lightly above Jews-and-money stereotypes. He demands respect while seeking not to offend so that in the end, everyone gets a deal they can walk away from.

A vital part of this production is the attic set, neatly surrounded by put-away furnishings and reminders of the past, brilliantly arranged by set designer Bobby Ayala Perez with prop masters Danielle Bruce and Nicole Bruce. Through this, the spirits of the Franz parents seem to haunt the surroundings.

While the laughter is mostly on a nearly-forgotten novelty record, there is a kind of enjoyment from seeing such a notable drama so well performed. Remaining performances are Saturday and Sunday, Nov. 15-16, in Rose Firebay in The Waldron Arts Center, 122 S. Walnut St., Bloomington.

Get info and tickets at jewishtheatrebloomington.com.

Southbank ‘Crucible’: It’s not the witches we should fear

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By John Lyle Belden

In times of turmoil, people turn to faith either for hope or, too often, to look for monsters. Such was 1692 in Massachusetts Colony, when the blending of the Puritan church and state led to tragic hysteria. Such also was the 1950s, when the Red Scare inspired playwright Arthur Miller to look back to America’s genuine witch hunt to give us “The Crucible.”

In 2025, with political chaos and crisis churning daily, Southbank Theatre mounts a production of Miller’s play with an incredibly talented and dedicated cast. The period script with a more contemporary look bridges these eras, emphasizing this story’s relevance.   

Mostly true to the historical events, the play begins with girls engaged in a mesmerizing, mysterious dance. The Rev. Parris (Doug Powers) happens upon them, and in the shock of being caught in such forbidden activity – the dancing alone being punishable – his young daughter Betty (Ellie Richart) falls unconscious. Parris is furious, not just at what appeared to be a secret rite with some participants possibly naked, but more that his slave Tituba (Kayla Bush) was leading it and his niece and ward Abigail Williams (Hannah Embree) was involved.

Word quickly spreads around the village of Salem, including rumors of witchcraft. Occult expert Rev. John Hale (J. Charles Weimer) is called in to bring calm, but instead he sees signs of the Devil at work. When pressed for an explanation, Tituba fears for her life and tells the men what they want to hear. Arrests, interrogation, trials – and finally, executions – will follow.

Farmer John Proctor (Brian G. Hartz) tries to stay uninterested; however, he had recently had an affair with Abigail, who feels she should take the place of his wife Elizabeth (Morgan Morton) and lists her as an accomplice in her “confession” to witchcraft (giving names being a necessary step to avoid hanging). Also, the Proctors’ servant Mary Warren (Liz Carrier) has been attending and testifying at the court hearings.

We also meet Thomas and Ann Putnam (Darin Richart and Afton Shepard), wealthy landowners with both financial (property of witches is seized and sold) and spiritual (most of their children died in infancy) interest in goings-on. Francis Nurse (James Mannan) finds his wife, the midwife Rebecca (Adrienne Reiswerg) accused. Giles Corey (David Mosedale) likewise sees his innocent inquiry about his own wife jeopardizing their lives. The “bewitched” girls include Susanna Walcott (Mariah Rae Pearson) and the Putnams’ servant Mercy Lewis (Lauren Lotzow).

Director Eric Bryant plays Deputy Governor Thomas Danforth, the lead magistrate, assisted by Judge Hathorne (Paige Scott), with Ezekial Cheever (Matthew Socey) as clerk of the court. Deputy John Willard (Ian Hauer) finds himself having to arrest his friends and neighbors.

When what is and isn’t Christian – or demonic – are matters of law, they must be defined for the sake of enforcement. Modern concerns in the rise of Christian nationalism are echoed in the Puritan inquiries of this drama. The dynamics of power and privilege, or its lack, propel the plot in a situation that ironically becomes devoid of both magick and the mercy of Christ.

Hartz and Morton give powerful performances as the Proctors, finding the courage for their final ordeal. Embree sharply portrays a manipulative girl driven by youthful fantasy, tinged by a genuine fear for her life. Powers gives us the well-meaning local minister, frustrated by what he saw as a lack of respect, now compounded by events going further out of his control.

Bush and Carrier each show the horrors of being powerless with choices that condemn you no matter what you do. Reiswerg appropriately presents a person resolute in her convictions. Unfortunately, so do Bryant and Scott as uncompromising judges. Weimer gives the most complex performance, as a man who finds evil not in an entity but in unbudging egos, leading him to forego his own.

“The Crucible” tests its characters, as well as our own attitudes, a necessary exam for our own time.

Performances resume Wednesday and Thursday (Oct. 29-30), then Saturday and Sunday (Nov. 1-2) at Sheldon Auditorium, 1000 W. 42nd St., Indianapolis (southwest corner of Butler University campus). Get info and tickets at southbanktheatre.org.