Bradley Allen Lowe

‘Absolute pleasure’ in Westfield

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By John Lyle Belden

“The Rocky Horror Show” is the kind of stage performance that defies conventional theatre reviews.

Its cheesy-bad plot and pretensions as an allegedly cautionary tale are taken seriously by absolutely no one in the cast or audience, not even its satirical aspects as a spoof/homage to mid-20th century schlock horror or “this could happen to you” films directed at teens. This is by design. Created by Richard O’Brien and – with the help of producer-director Jim Sharman and the star charisma of Tim Curry – a hit in London (then elsewhere) since 1973, this is not just a tribute to all its movie and music influences, but a completely immersive bizarre entertainment experience.

Main Street Productions of Westfield brings “Rocky Horror” to glorious life to open the spooky season, evenings of Oct. 1-4. Note this means those involved in or attending other local shows can see it on Wednesday. The Saturday, Oct. 4, performance is scheduled for midnight, ending the run in a perfectly demented atmosphere. Also note that this is indeed the stage musical, not the film “Picture Show,” and this is an actual cast – no shadowcast – however, any and all call-backs are welcome and encouraged. Authorized audience props are available for sale – no waterguns – and the show program is on newsprint for use as the newspaper. Finally, because things a bit obscene are portrayed and a lot obscene are shouted, it is recommended for ages 18 and up; viewer discretion advised.

You likely already know what’s happening. If not, just accept the lipstick “V” (for “virgin”) on your face, try to relax and be ready for anything – you’ll survive.

Bradley Allen Lowe is outstanding as the ambisextrous* Dr. Frank N. Furter. This is his world; we’re just dancing in it. DaSean McLucas bravely embodies his creation, Rocky. Kelby Herwehe-Schounce and Dezaray Dagey give incredible performances as Brad and Janet, the two squares caught in the middle of the madness (kudos to them for putting up with shouts of “a**hole/slut” every performance). Logan Laflin throws himself totally into “handyman” Riff Raff. Talje Wiersma compliments perfectly as his twisted sister Magenta, and Alyna Hope Whitis shines as energetic assistant Columbia. The Phantoms are phantastic: Gwen Burke (also Trixie, who sings the theme), Jake Carrico (who doubles as Eddie), Jonathan Ramey (also Dr. Everett V. Scott), Kiara Hollaway, Samantha Kelly, Abby Morris, and Diego Rafael Samaniego. The Narrator, Broden Irwin, apparently does have a neck – but feel free to mock him for not having one, just to see how he reacts.

Bringing this all together are directors James H. Williams and Brandon Schultz, with musical director Ben Rose. Choreography is by Bryttnei Whitehurst (though instructions for the “Time Warp” were already provided – it’s just a jump to the left…).

For those who only know the movie, some scenes are different. Brad gets a song, and while some stage versions don’t have the lines “everybody’s lucky” and “a toast;” both have been worked back in (O’Brien has tinkered with the script over the years due to the film’s popularity). We do recommend buying the props (money supports the theatre) as the “toast” you get is a nice souvenir.  Becky the Bakester has also made appropriately decorated cookies for the concessions stand.  

If this is your kind of show at all, its worth the trip up to Westfield (note the downtown construction detours), at 220 N. Union St. See westfieldplayhouse.org for tickets.

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(*This was an apt description of the character [played by Curry] in a Guardian review of the original production; I couldn’t resist using it here.)

CCP: A bitterly arousing ‘American’ story

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By John Lyle Belden

One of the cruelest linguistic tricks of the last 10 years is how the meaning of “woke” has been thoroughly obscured from its use by African Americans notably at least since the start of Black Lives Matter in 2013 and increased to a crescendo with the racial events of 2020.

This loose definition (coming from Black communities rather that formal institutions) is mainly the awareness – gained from living in an environment, or by exposure to that environment – of the hard truths of social, judicial, and political conflict around ethnicity and especially race, particularly the Black experience taking into account over four centuries of American culture. Being or becoming “woke” should not be trivial, as it addresses issues and events that continue to alter and destroy people’s lives. (Any expansion of meaning – to Latinx or LGBTQ, for instance – should be to broaden the tent, not tear it down.)

It is in this brutally honest reckoning that one should consider the characters portrayed in “American Son,” the 2018 drama by Miami attorney and acclaimed playwright Christopher Demos-Brown, presented by Carmel Community Players through Aug. 17, directed by Bradley Allan Lowe.

Though the word is never used in the play, how “woke” are each of the adults we see?

The mother, Kendra (Zarah Shejule), a Black college professor, would certainly think she is. She senses the worst when contacted at 3 a.m. by Miami-Dade Police, only told “there has been an incident” with her 18-year-old son Jamal’s car. Waiting for nearly an hour in the MDPD waiting room where the play is set – while told nearly nothing – doesn’t help.

Young white Officer Larkin (Joshua Matasovsky) comes off as the opposite, though at first trying clumsily to bridge the gap. At first he plays the know-nothing rookie, stalling for time until the AM Public Affairs Officer arrives. When Jamal’s father, Scott (Earl Campbell), a white FBI agent, enters, Larkin sees the badge and divulges far more information – to him, mistakenly believing he is the officer they are waiting on.

In Kendra and Scott’s conversation, ranging from scathing to bittersweet due to the circumstances of their separation, we learn that Jamal was raised with all the best conditions their parents’ social and monetary privileges could arrange, including an exclusive prep school and an upcoming place at West Point military academy. However, in recent weeks he has questioned his own sense of identity, leading to his angrily venturing out alone the evening before in the nearly-new car given to him by his father.

Social media enters the fray in a bystander video Scott receives of that vehicle with three young black men in a police stop.

Frustrated tempers reach their fever pitch during the arrival of PAO Lt. Stokes (Brian G. Ball). Bringing calm at this point is nearly impossible – Stokes being Black leads to a certain slur that you know will eventually be said – but information is divulged, piece by piece, none of it getting any better.

The factors of this incident get ever more complex – how a Black child is raised; a provocative bumper sticker; privilege and its lack; someone (not Jamal) with an outstanding warrant; marijuana (still illegal in this time and place); involvement of the Gang Intelligence Unit (just referred to casually as “GIU” by the officers); when Black wears “Blue;” the disturbing sounds on the video.

Solid, deeply felt performances by all four cast members never let us off the hook. Lowe provides not only directorial guidance but also designs both sound and an uncomfortably accurate set. This being a single 90-minute act aids the necessary tension.

Also, in this drama the road to hell is paved not with intentions but assumptions made by everyone involved, both within this room and in “the incident” that brought us here. These portrayals will (and should) inspire a lot of conversations after the show and for some time onward. The story is fiction, however the background of the playwright, as well as what we’ve all seen in the news, indicate it is based on the true experiences of many who have had long sleepless nights.

As we awaken each day to a nation where, in practice, skin tone becomes “probable cause” for law enforcement, “American Son” retains its importance as a mirror to our attitudes and public policies. Performances are Thursday through Sunday, Aug. 14-17, at The Switch Theatre, Ji-Eun Lee Music Academy, 10029 E. 126th St., Fishers. Get info and tickets at carmelplayers.org.

Straight dope from the Cryptid crew

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By John Lyle Belden

Before you read any further, please go to IndyFringe.org and get your tickets for Cryptid Entertainment’s production of “Reefer Madness: The Musical,” this and next weekend (May 2-4 and 9-11) at IF Theatre, and quickly, as performances have been selling out.

Did you score some of this good stuff? Awesome. Here’s what you can expect.

It was high time this campy cult hit – based on the “informative” film from 1936 – returned to Indy, years after its 2007 debut at a venue that has since changed its name (coincidence?). The victim of that production, a young Tony Schaab, has recovered from his habit of wearing strange furry suits to lead the Cryptid cast as the valiant Lecturer, warning us all of the dangers of…

MARIJUANA!

With the help of wholesome young actors, he relates the fateful story of The Harper Affair, in which Jimmy Harper (Chris Ritchie) forsakes his girlfriend Mary Lane (Melissa Mellinger) and the innocence of the Five and Dime soda fountain for the sweet temptations inside the Reefer Den run by Jack Stone (Justin Klein) and his stoned lady Mae (Jessica Hawkins). There, college dropout Ralph Wiley (Daniel Draves) can’t wait to hook more teens and seductress Sally (Addi Koehler) adds carnal pleasures to the mix.

Schaab also watches events unfold as friendly soda jerk Mr. Poppy. Other endangered youths are played by Cameron Hicks, Drake Smith, Kelly Hutchings, Kennedy Wilson, Kylie Schweikarth, and Linda Thompson. As it turns out, the pull of the pot is so strong that perhaps not even Jesus himself (Klein) can help. Only death and destruction – and a bizarre chase scene – can be the result.

From time to time, Abby Morris carries informative placards, including one that says, “REEFER MAKES YOU GIGGLE FOR NO GOOD REASON.” Fortunately, with this cast, under the direction of Bradley Allan Lowe, we have many good reasons to laugh. Music is by the two-person orchestra of Billy Scharfenberger and Elliott Smith. The incredible set is by Dakota Lumley.

Within the badly-made moralizing ‘30s film and the book and songs of the 1998 musical by Kevin Murphy and Dan Studney, there is a cautionary tale (exaggerated as it is) that letting yourself get drawn into addictive behavior can lead to a downward spiral of bad consequences. It could also be noted that the issue with destructive habits isn’t the substance – one could get in these kinds of trouble with legal gambling or alcohol, or whatever consumes your time and attention – but how much we understand the true dangers, and that the desire by some to control you won’t necessarily stop with that one “bad” thing.

Or… never mind – just laugh yourself silly at this over-the-top musical adventure with the most dangerous weed since that Little Shop play that was in town last year.

Big thanks to Cryptid artistic director Dakota Jones for bringing “Reefer” back to Indy, and to stage manager Ariel Laukins for helping me get the info for this review.

Wow… Can you imagine what it would be like if The Stuff actually became legal? Like in maybe about half the U.S. states in one form or another, including all the ones that border this one? *[exhales]* Uh-oh.  

Footlite: ‘Change’ shines

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By John Lyle Belden

When you are the singular housekeeper working in the basement of a modest home, it can feel like your only friends are the new washer and dryer. The swish-swish of the laundry sings to you, a rhythm matched by the Motown backup singers on the radio.

This is the world of Caroline Thibodeaux in “Caroline, or Change,” presented by Footlite Musicals, directed by Bradley Alan Lowe. It is the Indiana premiere of this 2003 Broadway musical by Tony Kushner, with music by Jeanine Tesori, based on Kushner’s own childhood.

Caroline (Damaris Burgin), a Black single mother in Lake Charles, La., in 1963, is fortunate to have a job working for the Gellman family even though they can’t pay much. Their young son, Noah (Asher Ortman) has taken a liking to her, but mostly her companions are Washing Machine (Anya Andrews), Dryer (Markell Pipkins), and The Radio (Jada Radford, Nia Hughes and Vivian Husband). We also meet personifications of the Bus (Samuel McKanney) that brings her to this neighborhood and the Moon (Angela Manlove) that shines up above. But this is not “Beauty and the Beast” – the feeling is closer to “Driving Miss Daisy” but as a musical is almost entirely sung-through. Consider it like an opera for the domestic servant, with music that includes Gospel, R&B, and Jewish Klezmer refrains.

Noah has his own difficulties, as his mother died and his musician father Stuart (Phil Criswell) is remarried, to close family friend Rose (Emily Mae Gaddy), of which the boy does not approve. Also on hand are his Gellman grandparents (Dan Flahive and Gisele Dollinger).

Caroline rides the homeward bus with fellow domestic Dotty (Zarah Shejule). She shares her small home with daughters Emmie (Kaylee Johnson-Bradley), Jackie (Cairo Graves), and Jo (Praia Graves) – her son is with the Army in Vietnam.

Rose notices that, being a typically careless boy, Noah keeps leaving pocket change in his pants when they go into the laundry. She decides to teach him a lesson by announcing that whatever Caroline finds, she gets to keep. However, the boy then makes a point of leaving nickels, dimes, and quarters to see what happens. As for Caroline, the arrangement doesn’t feel right, but this small “raise” is making a big difference for her girls.

National events are naturally at the edge of this story. They are in a relatively quiet Southern city, but still hear news of JFK as well as the Civil Rights struggle elsewhere – also, the statue of a Confederate “hero” in the center of town has disappeared.

Things get more interesting with the Hannukah visit of Rose’s father. Mr. Stopnick (Graham Brinklow) is a liberal New Yorker who feels for what “Negroes” are going through, but wishes they would take a different approach than that of Martin Luther King Jr.

Performances are wonderful all around. Burgin is endearing yet tough as the title character. The limits of her pride are often tested as dealing with “change,” in any form, makes her stronger. Johnson-Bradley is fierce as Emmie, an impetuous youth finding her voice and place in the world she’s growing into. Ortman’s Noah is a likable kid who makes mistakes but means well, though he learns that not everything you say can be taken back.

The most complex role, next to Caroline, turns out to be Rose. Gaddy plays her as someone who realizes she is the “evil stepmother” in this tale and defies that by showing she does care in her own way. At first homesick for New York, she dedicates herself to the household and family she has chosen, including the boy she hopes one day with love her, and the proud Black woman she tries to understand.

Discover this unconventional look at some interesting people (and appliances). “Caroline, or Change” plays through March 16 at 1847 N. Alabama St., downtown Indianapolis. Get tickets at footlite.org.

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.

Catalyst’s ‘Starmites’ shine

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By John Lyle Belden

First a few disclaimers: Wendy and I are good friends with Casey Ross and adore everything she does. Furthermore, as little children John and Wendy watched ‘70s Saturday Morning cartoons and enjoyed the trippy creations of Sid & Marty Krofft; also, John’s favorite movies include the animated “Yellow Submarine” and the cheese-tastic 1980 flick “Flash Gordon.” For younger readers here, think the goofy fun of the live-action Power Rangers shows.

Where I am going with all this is to set your expectations for Ross’s lifelong passion project, the unlikely Broadway cult classic “Starmites,” which she has adapted with the blessing of its creators, Barry Keating and Stuart Ross (no relation). Designed and directed by Casey Ross, this Catalyst Repertory production is on the Basile stage of the IndyFringe Theatre through Oct. 14.

In our current world, twenty-ish girl-at-heart Eleanor (Jaelynn Keating [again, no relation]) is too attached to her comic book collection, especially the obscure 80’s sci-fi hero series “Starmites.” As she flips the pages of the Legend of Milady, just a dimension or two away the actual defenders of Innerspace sense that a beautiful young woman has picked up the “sacred texts.” Could she be the Milady foretold? They call out to her.

Eleanor hears voices, which convinces Mom (Damaris Burgin) she is right to have the comics slipped back into their protective sleeves and sold to the neighborhood bookshop. But as the girl puts her collection away, she is suddenly whisked away to Innerspace by the wicked Shak Graa (Paul Hansen).

Our villain wants the Milady prophesy fulfilled, as it will reveal his most sinister creation, the Cruelty, a (musical) instrument of torture. Not believing any of this is happening, Eleanor evades him and encounters Spacepunk (Joseph Massingale), leader of the Starmites – gadget tech Ack Ack (Bradley Allen Lowe), goofy Razzledolf (Noah Nordman) and suave Harrison (Matthew Blandford). Faced with painfully naïve boys in men’s bodies who are stuck (since their comic was cancelled in 1994), she decides that either this is somehow real, or at least the best way out of this “delusion” is through it, agreeing to join their quest to find the Cruelty ahead of Shak Graa. They are led by the lizard Trink (puppet design by Timothy Taylor), who says in a darkly familiar voice he’s seen the dread instrument in Banshee Castle – the one place the Starmites dare not go.

The castle is occupied by the man-eating band of Shotzi (Addison Koehler), Balbraka (Yolanda Valdiva), Maligna (Jessica Hawkins), and Banshee Boy (Brant Hughes), led by their dread Diva (Burgin). The way they read the texts, a true Princess must marry to reveal the Cruelty, which means Diva’s daughter Bizarbara (Keating) can wed a Starmite before having the whole squad for dinner (as the main course).

So there you have it, the Hero’s Journey slash Fairy Tale slash ahead-of-its-time Female Empowerment done with catchy tunes, fun dancing, a healthy dose of humor, and low-budget aesthetic – in its context, a delightfully entertaining feast for the inner child in all of us. Inspired by the books of the Comics Code Authority era, beyond a little middle-school innuendo this is an all-ages show – the rare Casey Ross production without a single F-bomb.

Troupers that they are, the cast commit to this otherworldliness, especially Hansen, delivering an over-the-top villain with a wild smile and manic evil laugh, as well as literally puppeting Trink from the shadows that seem to follow our heroes around. Massengale manages to project his leading-man persona through the colorful wig and immature – though willing to learn – worldview, like a noble flightless Peter Pan. Starmites and Banshees alike also put their all into this. Keating’s character(s) may or may not be the prophesied heroine, but she is very much the star of this show. Her songs are limited, making her powerhouse voice especially stand out. Fortunately, they include a duet with Burgin, whose soulful voice is her superpower.

As some original music was lost, music director Billy Sharfenberger helped with arrangements; he leads the stage-right band of Caleb Hamilton, Graham Bethal and Travis Zinck. Kathy Hoefgen is stage manager (aided by Hughes).

Granted, this is not your typical musical, or familiar material, but we earnestly feel this is worth taking the chance. Step into Innerspace and the experience that is “Starmites.” Find the stage at 719 E. St. Clair St., Indianapolis; tickets at indyfringe.org.