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Summer Stock’s ‘Chill’ a hot ticket

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By John Lyle Belden

Talk about an upgrade – Summer Stock Stage presents a Mainstage young artist production of the Broadway hit “Be More Chill.”

Based on a story genre that dates back to tales of Faust in the 1500s, through to modern musicals like “Damn Yankees” and “Little Shop of Horrors,” filtered through the world of teen movies since the 1980s and contemporary youth culture, this musical by Joe Iconis with book by Joe Tracz, based on the 2004 novel by Ned Vizzini, centers on a “Loser Geek Whatever” high schooler named Jeremy (Gabriel Vernon Nunag) whose father (Drew Kempin) is too depressed to wear pants, his crush Christine (Aubrie-Mei Rubel) doesn’t notice him, and his best friend Michael (Alex Pharo) doesn’t mind also being a dork, because he knows they will eventually be “cool in college.”

But Jeremy won’t wait that long. Even risking further unpopularity by signing up for the school play (the Shakespeare-ish “Midsummer Night-Mare with Zombies” adapted by eager drama teacher Mr. Reyes [Luke Aguilar]) doesn’t help because Christine has friend-zoned him – a combination of her ADD and the attention paid by handsome extracurricular-activity hopper Jake (Kendrell Stiff).

In an odd encounter, the school bully Rich (Maddux Morrison) confesses he is mean because he was instructed to be by his Super Quantum Unit Intel Processor, or Squip, which is a black-market Japanese nano-computer in pill form. Once taken with regular Mountain Dew, its circuitry migrates to the brain and gives your personality – and popularity – a total makeover.

At the local shopping mall, Jeremy finds the dealer and buys, then takes, his own Squip (Piper Murphy), which appears only in his field of vision, looking something like a “Tron” version of Timothee Chalamet with greenish hair. This program immediately takes charge of his shopping decisions and when the popular girls show up, has him acknowledge the “beta,” Brooke (Jilayne Kistner), instead of the alpha, Chloe (Jayla Shedeed), to help set up his ascendance in high school society. As for Michael, the Squip employs an optic-nerve blocker so that the BFF is literally out of sight, out of mind.

The cast also includes Isabella Agresta, and Jenna Rolan as the school gossip. Devan Mathias directs, with music direction by Cameron Tragesser and impressive choreography by Darian Wilson.

The set design by Chyna Mayer includes several screens which at times show video linked from smartphones the actors are holding at the time, giving such moments an authentic feel. Costumes by Tony Sirk include the anime-style green Squip cybersuits as well as the odd outfits used in the school play.

Nunag’s performance is excellent, and Rubel’s adorable, while this musical gives the supporting roles plenty of moments to shine, making Kempin’s Mr. Heere and Kistner’s Brooke characters to feel for, as well as lending Morrison’s bad-boy Rich a more nuanced persona. Then there’s the fact that the big hit song is sung by the neglected best friend – as Pharo nails his rendition of “Michael in the Bathroom.”

Murphy, as the Squip, perfects the Terminator stare and affect with cooly-efficient movement. Her aura of subtle menace compels obedience.

While a fun musical centered on teen angst, this tale of the wish to exchange one’s self for a promised “upgrade” harkens back to ancient roots while becoming only more relevant in the current spread of A.I.

After all, we each now hold a compact supercomputer just inches from our brains every day.

You, too, can “Be More Chill” by avoiding the August heat and seeing this production tonight (as I post this) and Sunday, Aug. 9-10, and Thursday through Sunday, Aug. 14-17, at Schrott Center for the Arts, 610 W. 46th St., Indianapolis (Butler University, next to Clowes Hall). Get info at summerstockstage.com and tickets at butlerartscenter.org.

Nifty ‘nautical nonsense’ by Summer Stock Stage

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By John Lyle Belden

The very concept of “SpongeBob SquarePants” – conflating a living sea sponge with the rectangular kind from your kitchen – alerts you that none of this should be taken seriously (that, and its countless anthropomorphic absurdities).

But you likely know this, as the Nickelodeon animated series created by Stephen Hillenberg and voiced by comedian Tom Kenny has been entertaining children and childish adults for decades. Unsurprisingly, it also spawned a stage musical, now presented by the teen performer program of Summer Stock Stage at Schrott Center for the Arts on the Butler University campus, directed and choreographed by Jerico and Jonnie Hughes.

But can the quality silliness of the half-hour toon be sustained for two full acts of live theatre? To quote the familiar TV opening sequence: “Aye, Aye, Captain!”

However, Patchy the Pirate (Lucas Heiden) isn’t really needed for this show, despite how much he tries to get involved. With the traditional voiceover of a faux Cousteau, and the help of a just slightly off-stage foley artist (Ethan Cantrell), we meet our principal players: SpongeBob (Jaivean Wilson), Patrick (Taylor Smith), Squidward (Michael Washington), Sandy (Ariyana Johnson), Mr. Krabs (Simon Allen), his daughter Pearl (Madison Fleener), and Krabs’ devious rival Plankton (Lewis Claxon), accompanied by devoted AI partner Karen (Gracie Navarro).

The denizens of Bikini Bottom are played by Paige Murray (Mayor), Claire Kashman (Mrs. Puff), Ehren Knerr (Johnny the Bartender), Graham Bodkin (Perch Perkins), Eli Neal (Old Man Jenkins), Dexter Smith (Larry the Lobster), and Elijah Britt, Evan Cohen, Elowyn Dunn, Nayima Hall, Justice Harris, Eleanor Hendrickson, Seraphim Holmes, Shaleigh Hreskowsky, Henry Kirk, Jyone Kneeland, Isiah Littell, Collin McCune, Robert Newton, Quinn Potter, Vaben Sanders, Olivia Steele, and Keliyah Vincent.

Our tropical undersea village is shaken – literally – by the news that nearby volcano Mt. Humungous is about to erupt. Sandy – a genius inventor, as one would expect from a squirrel capable of living under the ocean – wants to tinker a way to stop the disaster. Plankton, on the other hand, persuades everyone that evacuation is the best option (which he will exploit in his newest evil scheme). Either way, they have until sundown of the next day, emphasized by a countdown clock projected above the stage, before their homes are destroyed.

What follows include a Krabs cash-grab; a benefit concert with The Electric Skates (Little, Steele, and Dexter Smith), with Squidward trying to work in his “Tentacle Spectacle;” Patrick receiving the cult-like devotion of a school of sardines; a Pirate musical number; SpongeBob’s climb to deliver Sandy’s Eruptor Interrupter; and general paranoia and mayhem, with boisterous gloating by Plankton.

This comes with plot-advancing pop songs by various artists including Jonathan Coulton, David Bowie with Brian Eno, Plain White T’s, T.I., Panic! At the Disco, Alex Ebert, Cyndi Lauper with Rob Hyman, Yolanda Adams, The Flaming Lips, Sara Bareilles, Steven Tyler and Joe Perry; Lady Antebellum, John Legend, They Might Be Giants, and Kenny with Andy Paley, as well as the SpongeBob Theme Song by Hillenburg, Derek Drymon, Mark Harrison and Blaise Smith.

One practically magical aspect of this production, which speaks to the talents of the cast, is that they so perfectly embody the spirit of their familiar characters, they “look” the part with just a few visual cues in hair and wardrobe, avoiding distracting and cumbersome outer costumes. Wilson practically glows with SpongeBob’s perpetual boyish optimism, Johnson with Sandy’s pragmatic can-do attitude. Taylor Smith’s Patrick nimbly employs voice and expression to capture the essence of his low-brains/high-loyalty personality. Likewise, Allen is spot-on in nailing the craven capitalist Krabs. With Fleener’s portrayal of Pearl, we see the show’s emphasis on her being a mildly spoiled teenage girl more than being a young whale. Washington expertly portrays Squidward in double-legged trousers with natural ease, including a dance with tentacle taps.

This approach to costuming especially works for Plankton; Claxon sometimes puppets his near-microscopic self, and his flashy green outfit with a (coincidental?) resemblance to Marvel’s Loki helps hint at his cooly sinister intent.

The overall style, from the musical’s book by Kyle Jarrow to the Hughes’s approach and cast and crew’s all-in energy give us a kids show that embraces that part in all of us that wants a fun time and adventure with characters who feel like friends.

This production “The SpongeBob Musical” only has the one weekend: If you see this right after we post, perhaps you can make it to the Saturday or Sunday (July 26-27) performances at Schrott, 610 W. 46th St., Indianapolis (next to Clowes). Info and tickets at summerstockstage.com.

Legends reimagined make one ‘hell’ of a show

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By John Lyle Belden

Having read it, and heard the recordings, I knew as soon as I saw it that “Hadestown” by Anïas Mitchell would become one of my favorite musicals, and Summer Stock Stage has launched a truly outstanding production.

Do not presume, being the “Teen Edition,” that this is a lesser version. The entire Tony- and Grammy-winning play is intact, with only subtle differences (such as sung keys) for younger performers. Director (and SSS founder) Emily Ristine Holloway noted that students from more than 50 Indiana high schools auditioned. Thus, we get a crème de la crème of young talent.

The source material is an “old song” that dates at least to Ancient Greece, as Mitchell painstakingly blended the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice with the relationship between Hades (god of the Underworld) and Persephone (goddess of Spring) and some very current issues. (Note: The songs were mostly written before “the wall” became a politically-loaded topic; though with its timeliness, it serves as the musical’s centerpiece.)

As hard times come in every era, the messenger god Hermes (Michael Washington) is host of a grungy Depression-era jazz club that looks like an abandoned factory, relating to all a time “of gods and men” with a literal Greek Chorus, the Fates (Noelle Duncan, Meadow Harbert, and Lucy Lindner) to help tell the tale.

“The road to Hell is a railroad track,” Hermes intones, and arriving on its train is Persephone (Isabella Simonsen) to set things blooming again after spending half the year – actually more this time – with husband Hades (Eli Spurgeon). Meanwhile, Orpheus (Preston Angus), mortal but the son of a Muse, making him supernaturally gifted at music, is working on a song he believes will set the cycle of seasons right again. He looks up from his work to see the beautiful mortal Eurydice (Belle K. Iseminger), young but world-weary, seeking comfort. He works his charms on her; they fall in love and are happy – until Hades arrives to take Persephone away for an even longer winter. Dark times strain the young couple until they each end up in Hadestown, “way down under the ground,” for a literally epic showdown between man and god.

It’s tough to describe the sheer power and feeling of the songs and the manner in which they propel this familiar-yet-new plot. I can only hope you can experience it yourselves.

Simonsen is divine as Persephone, while adding the grit of a goddess that has grown tired and unsettled by what has happened, her connection to nature offended by what ironically Hades says he did for her. For his part Spurgeon digs into Hades’ bartitone range to deliver his own divine authority – but there is something more, something uncertain, which he employs to make the character more dangerous.

Iseminger has the lauded natural beauty of Eurydice, backing it up with a firm grasp on her troubled character – even when that person feels unsure – and as good a voice a true mortal can conjure. No key change was necessary for Angus, our Orpheus, as he sweetly hits the lilting notes necessary for his “Epic,” presenting a believable mastery of this and all his songs.

The Fates are wonderfully harmonious and integral, more like a part of the story than commenting bystanders. Washington as Hermes is the quintessential Master of Ceremonies, making his presence firmly felt while never overshadowing other characters as events play out.

Scenes are completed by a large ensemble. Vocally, they are more than background, including amplifying Orpheus’ power in “Come Home With Me,” making plain their Underworld pain to “keep your head low,” and engaging a sort of call-and-response in “If It’s True.” They also show off the fine choreography of Phillip Crawshaw. These players include: Evan Mayer, Maria Beck, Jacob Brewer, Jackson Bullock, Lily Carlstedt, Ivan Figueroa, Max Frank, Sam Funk, Justice Harris, Liv Keslin, Ehren Knerr, Kynden Luster, Morgan Naas, Robert Newton, Sylvi Phillips, Quinn Potter, Jackie Quadrini, Mia Rettig, Haven Sanders, Asha Smitherman, Anna St. Andrè, Alyssa Vasquez, Thomas Whitten, Maggie Webber, and Ethan Wood.

Mythology for a new century, expertly presented – performances of “Hadestown: Teen Edition” are limited, today through Sunday (June 26-29) at Schott Center for the Arts, 610 W. 46th St., Indianapolis (next to Clowes Memorial Hall on the Butler University campus). Additional tickets have been made available but are selling fast. Visit summerstockstage.com for details.

‘Time to Dance’ with Summer Stock Stage ‘Prom’

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By John Lyle Belden

Indianapolis young artist program Summer Stock Stage opens its 2025 season with “The Prom,” a 2018 Broadway musical loosely based on actual events and still-persistent attitudes. This is an Eclipse production (no relation to the Bloomington company) in which young actors gain professional experience alongside experienced and Equity performers.

New York theatre narcissistic has-beens Barry Glickman (Adam B. Shapiro) and Dee Dee Allen (Lanene Charters) discover their latest musical is such a flop, it will immediately close. Commiserating with friend Angie Dickinson (Alexandria Van Paris), a 20-year veteran who can’t escape the chorus, and unemployed former sitcom star Trent Oliver (Logan Mortier) – who can’t stop talking about attending Juilliard – they decide they need to take on an activist cause to enhance their public profiles. Finding an online story about a prom cancelled because a lesbian student wants to take a girl as her date, inspiration strikes.

Meanwhile, at fictional James Madison High School in Edgewater, Indiana, Emma (Mai Caslowitz) finds herself bullied even more than usual as the other students blame her for the prom’s cancellation. Fortunately, Principal Hawkins (Ryan Artzberger) is an ally and working on both a legal remedy and persuading the PTA, led by homophobic president Mrs. Greene (Megan Raymont). That meeting appears to be about to bring about the dance’s reinstatement, when suddenly, our Broadway gang shows up to “help.”

With incurable hams in the land of the tenderloin, we get a lot of laughs and maybe a bit of schadenfreude at watching the New Yorkers fail spectacularly. On the other hand, it’s cruel to Emma, who has enough stress from the fact that her secret girlfriend Alyssa (Jocylon Evans) is Mrs. Greene’s daughter.

Still, there is a lot of heart, hope and energy in this fun musical by Bob Martin, Chad Beguelin and Matthew Sklar, based on a concept by Jack Viertel. This production is directed by SSS Artistic Director Emily Ristine Holloway, expertly managing the comical interventions and put-downs of Hoosier culture while maintaining the humanity of all the characters.

Considering the real-life 2010 incident that inspired the musical happened in Mississippi (complete with prom fake-out and celebrity aid), the show was apparently set in Indiana as a thumb in the eye of then-Vice President Mike Pence. It is good to see local companies take charge of the way Hoosiers are portrayed, even with an honest look at anti-LGBTQ attitudes. Frankly, though I understand the rules regarding scripts, I think it would be best if there were a local (fictional) setting for any conservative state where the musical is staged, lest folks think this is just poking fun at the ignorant people “over there.”

Any concerns about the story are rendered moot by the excellent performances. Charters and Shapiro are delights as well-meaning divas working to get over themselves. Van Paris, “antelope legs” and all, brings the “zazz” throughout. Mortier nimbly plays a goober who seems self-absorbed but wants to just feel appreciated, which comes about in – for him – a surprising way. Local treasure Ben Asaykwee brings his understated charm to the role of Glickman and Allen’s assistant Sheldon. Artzberger is solid as always, and a natural aid in helping the younger stars shine.

As for the youthful roles, Caslowitz gives an award-worthy, relatable, endearing performance, winning our hearts in the songs “Dance With You” and “Unruly Heart.” Evans does a lot with her principal supporting role, especially Alyssa’s signature song.

Excellent work as well by ensemble players Isabella Agresta, Lauren Blackwood, Keilyn Bryant, Izzy Casciani, Noah Greer, Tess Holloway, Seth Jacobsen, Day Johnson, Jilayne Kistner, Reagan Cole Minnette, Maddux Morrison, Martini Olaletan, Jacob Richardon, and Sofia Warren Fitzgerald.

The dancing is also fantastic, choreographed by Sean Aaron Carmon with choreography supervisor Phillip Crawshaw.

One week remains of this spectacle – a sort of “Footloose” for our times – as Summer Stock Stage takes on its new residence at Schrott Center for the Arts at Butler University. Performances are Wednesday through Sunday, with two shows on Saturday, June 4-8. Get tickets at summerstockstage.com or butlerartscenter.org.

We love Southbank

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By John Lyle Belden

The power and mystique of the Shakespeare tragedy “Hamlet” are so strong, one can talk about and around the play and not only impart its importance, but also tell a story that stands on its own. This our young protagonist learns in the comedy “I Hate Hamlet,” by Paul Rudnick, presented by Southbank Theatre Company, directed by Eric Bryant.

Set in the early 1990s, television star Andrew Rally (J. Charles Weimer) rebounds from the cancelation of his show by going to New York to play the lead in a Shakespeare in the Park production of “Hamlet.” To be honest, he doesn’t really want to do it, being self-aware that his talent lies more in the small screen than on a big stage.

Still, his girlfriend Deirdre (Michelle Wafford) adores the Bard and might finally give in romantically if Andrew takes the role. His agent, Lillian (Wendy Brown), also sees this as a good decision. On the other hand, we will soon meet his friend Gary (Anthony Nathan), a TV director and smarmy denizen of Hollywood who sees the fading TV star in over his head, getting little to no financial gain from this likely fiasco. Gary arrives with a deal for a style-over-substance show that is assured to make them both rich, if Andrew abandons the Shakespeare gig.

Meanwhile, New York Real Estate broker Felicia (Jean Arnold) has set Andrew up in an eccentrically-decorated apartment that was once home to legendary actor John Barrymore – Drew’s grandfather, and, more importantly, regarded as the greatest Hamlet of his era. Felicia also fancies herself a psychic medium, so she, Andrew, Deirdre, and Lillian (who once knew the actor), attempt to reach out to Barrymore’s spirit.

Unable to resist an opportunity to perform, John (Kevin Caraher) does appear, and won’t leave until Andrew Rally is Hamlet (ghost rules, otherwise he’s stuck).

That’s the plot, but more important is the hilarious journey Andrew takes in getting over his “hate” of Hamlet, feeling compelled to prove to everyone – especially himself – that as an entertainer he is more than just “an anytime snack” (see the show, you’ll get it). Caraher plays Barrymore as a manic mentor, while still carrying echoes of the regrets and alcoholism of his mortal years (the real actor did have an interesting biography). He and Weimer engage in some great physical comedy, especially when the swords come out.

Wafford’s Deirdre could be pictured next to “giddy” in the dictionary, a blend of (literally) virginal innocence and fangirl ebullience. Brown plays her aging German agent as both sensible and wistful, the latter especially when she has her long-awaited second encounter with the spirited stage star. Nathan does broad comedy as naturally as breathing and embodies happy-go-lucky about as heartily as anyone short of an actual cartoon. It’s telling that Gary lives so much in the alternate reality of the West Coast that he easily sees Barrymore without an inkling that the event is supernatural.

A roaring good time in a sly homage to the power of Shakespeare and the character of those who take it on, you’ll love “I Hate Hamlet.” Performances are Thursday through Sunday, Nov. 14-17, at Shelton Auditorium, 1000 W. 42nd St., Indianapolis, on the southwest corner of Butler University campus. For info and tickets, see southbanktheatre.org.

Bardfest’s ‘Bold’ move pays off

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By John Lyle Belden

In its present form, Indy Bard Fest’s annual festival goes beyond works by William Shakespeare to include notable stage classics and works that could be considered “Shakespeare adjacent.” In this latter mode, we become exposed to playwrights whose works we might not otherwise see.

“A Bold Stroke for a Husband,” is a 1783 comedy by English writer Hannah Cowley (not obscure in her own day, her hits included “The Belle’s Stratagem”) who liked to include commentary on the difficulties of women in European society. The title (wordplay on that of a similar work of the era) refers not to abusive men, rowing, or a brain seizure, but of women who execute brave maneuvers in order to gain or keep the men of their fancy.

Two main plots run through this play, set in late 1700s Madrid, Spain. Don Carlos (Trent K. Hawthorne-Richards), who left his wife Victoria (Tailynn Downing) and their children to have an affair with Donna Laura (Hannah Elizabeth Boswell), learns his lover has tricked him out of the deed to the estate that had been in his wife’s name. Devious Laura refuses to sign it back, dumping him for another gentleman.

In other events, Victoria’s cousin, Olivia (Wilhelmina Dreyer) has her father Don Caesar (Angela Dill) insisting she commit to a suitor immediately to avoid old-maid status and eventually give him an heir. The gentlemen arrive, first Don Garcia (Katie Brownlee), then Don Vincentio (Jordan Paul Wolf), who are verbally dispatched by Olivia with the aid of her saucy maid Minetta (Rowan Apple-Knotts).

Though, in our closest link to the Bard, we see the lady as a “shrew” to rival Shakespeare’s Kate, Olivia secretly pines for a different man, Don Julio (Ryan James Moskalick), whom she toys with in another way.

Don Caesar, meanwhile, calls his own bluff in that he’d marry the neighbor’s young daughter and send Olivia to a convent if no son-in-law was secured. This is distressing to Marcella (Cass Knowling), the teen in question, as the law and customs of the time would allow for it – but Caesar comes to his senses and insists the girl only pretend their engagement to spur Olivia to action.

Speaking of tricks, Laura’s latest obsession is Florio, actually the desperate Victoria in disguise! A bit of subterfuge with the valet, Gaspar (Tracy Herring), should help to put things right.

This ribald piece of 18th-century feminism is entertaining, funny, and fairly easy to follow. Cross-gender and transgender casting aid the topsy-turvy atmosphere, accented with beautiful costuming by Sue Kuenhold, sharply directed by Max McCreary in the intimate atmosphere of Shelton Auditorium.

The men are buffoonish, but in an appropriately genteel way. Moskalick gets to play the one dude with sense – thus a worthy match for beautifully bold Dreyer as Olivia – though he gets fooled a bit as well. Hawthorne-Richards presents Carlos as downright pathetic, making Downing’s Victoria all the more noble in rescuing him as well as their fortune. Other women get plenty to flex their acting chops, whether as villain (Boswell) or trickster (Apple-Knotts, Knowling, Herring).

Strike boldly for the venue at the southwest corner of the Butler University campus, 1000 W. 42nd St., Indianapolis, for performances this Friday through Sunday (Oct. 27-29). Get info and tickets at indybardfest.com.

Thus Spake Southbank: Fascinating portrait of a misunderstood man

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By John Lyle Belden

It’s interesting that Marcia Eppich-Harris relates her writing of the play, “Seeking Nietzsche,” now premiering with Southbank Theatre Company, “out of order in 30- to 45-minute blocks, simply writing whatever I had time to blast out.” This scattered approach reflects how German academic and philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900) reportedly composed one of his more notable works, “Thus Spake Zarathustra,” which is referenced in the play.

True to a philosopher of at the edge of the modern world, this dramatic examination of the man goes back and forth, from his deathbed to his early academic career, to his various works, and to his key relationships. Lukas Schooler in the brushy mustache bears a resemblance to Nietzsche, and his talent at interpreting the often-misunderstood personality brings him brilliantly to life, noting, in Eppich-Harris’s words (that Friedrich would likely have said, given the chance), “Some men are born posthumously, as I was.”

The set, designed by Aric Harris, is a theatre of Nietzsche’s decaying mind – papers everywhere – which fits neatly into the pit-like indoor amphitheater of Shelton Auditorium at Butler University. Evren Wilder Elliott, familiar with being misunderstood and the struggle to make one’s self the best man possible, directs with an eye to portraying a man whose life and opinions were ever on the move, never predictably fixed. Nikki Sayer is stage manager.

In Nietzsche’s world, we meet his firmly conservative sister, Elisabeth Forster-Nietzsche (Amalia Howard), whose German Nationalist pride easily adopts the anti-semitism his brother never felt. There is also Lou Salomè (Trick Blanchfield), with whom Friedrich and another companion attempt a philosophical commune – a sort of thruple with no sex, but a lot of longing. That doesn’t last, but Salomè’s deep platonic affection for him does. Celebrated composer Richard Wagner (James Mannan) is embraced as a father figure; his works were as brilliant as his views on society were toxic. Swept up by the former, Nietzsche finally cannot tolerate the latter.

Much of the difficulty in understanding the philosopher was due to his fluctuating viewpoints, scribbled roughly on various sheafs of paper; this was further distorted by the posthumous editing of his sister, an eventual admirer of the new German Chancellor.

I joked to Eppich-Harris that I would have named the play, “God is Dead, and I’m Not Feeling Too Well, Myself,” but that sentiment does sum up the feeling of her “Finding Nietzsche.” In Wilder’s hands, with bold support by Howard, Blanchfield, and Mannan, we get from Schooler an intriguing soul always suffering in some manner – mentally, spiritually, and especially physically – but with an underlying cord of humor than never quite breaks until the moment he sees his legacy likely forever tainted, when we see the ghost of the man who mourned God, nearly cry.

Pardon the tangent, but consider how on short video online platforms, you can see an exploding object with the video run in reverse. The outer damage and exploded bits collapse towards the initial blast, finally bringing the true object in focus. This play hits “rewind” on the violently interpreted concepts such as the “ubermensch,” bringing us back to the contrary yet certain man who went out for a walk and came back with some insight.

A brilliant exploration of a man, his philosophy, and how they molded each other before changing the world, the play runs Thursday through Sunday, Sept. 21-24, at the Shelton, 1000 W. 42nd St., Indianapolis (Seminary side of the Butler University campus). Information at southbanktheatre.org, tickets through Butler Arts and Events.  

Troy story gets musical treatment, giving the women their say

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By John Lyle Belden

“Troilus and Cressida” is regarded as one of Shakespeare’s “problem plays,” problematic for both its blending of comedy and tragedy, and the unclear resolution of the title characters’ story. But it is set during the myth-shrouded events of the Trojan War – and war is messy.

In crafting “Troilus & Cressida: The Musical” for Southbank Theatre Company, Marcia Eppich-Harris adds to her adaptation a series of songs she wrote and composed, giving the production an operatic feel and allowing her to emphasize the plight of those who suffered most: the women of Troy.

Our narrator is the prophetess Cassandra (Yolanda Valdivia). True to legend, her words are frequently ignored when they don’t say what Trojan (male) leaders want to hear. Therefore, it is up to us to listen.

Seven years into the siege of Troy, the Greeks – led by Agamemnon (Rachel Snyder) with Ajax (Kendall Maxwell), Ulysses (Kevin Bell), Diomedes (Nick Asher), and fights-only-when-he-wants-to Achillies (Brant Hughes) – seek a way to break the stalemate so they can sack the city and go home. A challenge for single combat between champions is offered, and the Trojans – led by Priam (Karen Webster-Cones) with sons Hector (Robert Beltz), Paris (Natalie Marchal) and Troilus (Matthew Walls), and military leader Aeneas (Aaron Henze) – take the bait.

There is also romance: As her father has gone over to the Greeks, Cressida (Amalia Howard) is cared for by her uncle, Pandarus (Paul Hansen), who cleverly arranges her courtship with Prince Troilus. Love blooms – until a prisoner swap nips that in the bud.

There is also comedy: Agamemnon’s Fool, Thersites (Anthony Nathan at his goofy best) takes up no sword but employs his rapier wit, and juggling, to survive and mock the senseless goings-on.

There is definitely tragedy, such as the lengths Achillies’ servant and lover Patroclus (Will Harris) will go to for his master.

And never forget the women, as Cassandra, Cressida, Hector’s wife Andromache (Jennifer Kaufmann), and Helen (Carolyn Rae Lynch) for whom the Greek ships arrived, lament their position – even in nobility – of being little more than property.

Lane Snyder is unforgettable as Agamemnon’s daughter Iphigenia, especially in the role she takes on in the second act (the Bard’s five acts are condensed to two).

As in the Shakespeare original, the play ends with little more than death and disillusionment. The legendary climax to the war – a kingdom for a horse, as ol’ Will would say – is only hinted at. For its moment, though, Eppich-Harris’s musical lets us dwell on the grinding endlessness of human conflict, and the innocents (and innocence) destroyed.

Four performances remain: Thursday through Sunday, July 20-23, at Shelton Auditorium on the southwest corner of Butler University, 1000 W. 42nd St., Indianapolis. For information, see southbanktheatre.org. Tickets are available through Butler’s site.

‘Angels’ in Indianapolis

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By John Lyle Belden

Indianapolis Bard Fest brings us one of the most important theatre events of the year with its full production of Tony Kushner’s Pulitzer-winning “Angels in America,” presenting both Part 1 (“Millennium Approaches”) and  Part 2 (“Perestroika”). 

Such a venture brings with it high expectations, which Bard Fest and director Glenn Dobbs more than meet. This play cycle also makes demands of its audience: two sessions of three acts (with two intermissions) each. However, it helps to consider each hour-long act as part of a six-episode drama series you would normally “binge” at home, but get the full experience with cast and audience at the beautiful Schrott Center for the Arts (Butler campus, just east of Clowes).

This story of a plague, the AIDS epidemic, is set in an era that seemed a little unreal, the 1980s – an actor in the White House, a sense of things both beginning and ending with the almost mythical Year 2000 on the horizon. But for a gay man, suddenly, seeing next year or even tomorrow is an issue. Thus, the deep drama gets punctuated by bits of welcome levity and meaningful absurdity. By the time the actual angel from Heaven appears, it seems all too appropriate.

We focus on a number of personalities whose paths criss-cross in New York. Prior Walter (Jay Hemphill) finds he may have to give up more than his drag act as symptoms including fatigue and sores that won’t heal signal that he has the dreaded disease – a fact his lover, Louis Ironson (Matt Anderson), can’t deal with. 

In another apartment, married Mormon couple Joe and Harper Pitt (Joe Wagner and Miranda Nehrig) have their own issues, namely his secret life and her unsettled mind. Joe has just been offered a position in Washington D.C. at the recommendation of the most powerful attorney in the Big Apple, Roy Cohn (Chris Saunders). Roy doesn’t let little things like the law and ethics stand in the way of what he sees is right; he’s also “not a homosexual” who has sex with men, and “doesn’t have AIDS,” demanding his doctor write liver cancer on his chart. Still, no amount of money and influence can keep him off the hospital AIDS ward, where he is tended to and tolerated by gay nurse – and Prior and Louis’ dear friend – Belize (Allen Sledge). 

Eventually, a drunken phone call will inspire Joe’s mother, Hannah (Nan Macy), to leave Utah for New York, and Prior will start to hear the sounds of great feathered wings and the voice of the Messenger (Afton Shepard).

Among other roles by these actors, Macy appears as the ghost of Ethel Rosenburg, who Roy was proud to send to her execution; Sledge is Mr. Lies, a rather entertaining side-effect of valium; and Shepard is a kind but professional nurse practitioner.

Also, we have shadows – Lucy Fields, Scott Fleshood, Jeff Goltz, Kelly Keller, and Eli Robinson – who appear, looking like ninjas, to move set pieces and more importantly to animate Shepard’s angel and her majestic wings. This effect is especially impressive in the second play, as Prior finds himself in a situation that is both life-and-death, and something beyond. The wings, designed and built by Goltz, are practically a character themselves.

This entire cast that Dobbs has assembled and guided are brilliant actors who give their all to this modern classic. I could go on and on about Hemphill fully embodying his role; Anderson finding a way to squeeze nobility out of weakness; Macy getting to unleash force-of-nature moments; Sledge proudly giving us characters persevering even as patience is tested; Wagner as one working through the confusion of not knowing one’s own self and distressed at what he finds; Nehrig portraying mental illness in a way that’s amusing without mocking or caricature; Saunders as the bad guy still managing to ride out on top; and Shepard as something beautifully other-worldly. 

For anyone good with putting in the time and seeing R-rated content, this production absolutely must be seen. Aside from quality performances, it is a reminder of what cruel indifference to LGBTQ people did in another era, and that compassion and humane politics matter, always.

The performance schedule going forward from this posting is:

  • Friday, June 9, Part 1: Millennium Approaches
  • Saturday, June 10, Part 2: Perestroika
  • Sunday, June 11, Part 2: Perestroika 
  • Friday, June 16, Part 1: Millennium Approaches
  • Saturday, June 17, Part 2: Perestroika
  • Sunday, June 25, Both parts

For more information, and tickets, visit indybardfest.com.

Bard Fest: Humor and History with ‘King John’

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This is part of Indy Bard Fest 2022, the annual Indianapolis area Shakespeare Festival. For information and tickets, visit indybardfest.com.

By John Lyle Belden

When most of us last saw or even thought of King John of England, he was still a Prince, frustrated with the antics of Robin Hood.

However, while Robin is legendary, there was a real John. Those taxes the Merry Men resented were a literal king’s ransom to rescue King Richard the Lionheart, his Crusading brother, and once John did ascend to the crown himself, his big achievement was getting badgered by the nobility to sign the Magna Carta. It didn’t help his reputation that he lost most of England’s lands in modern France, and that with historians he is overshadowed by one of the most awesome women of Medieval Europe, his mother, Eleanor of Aquitaine.

Can even William Shakespeare rehabilitate the image of this man? His “The Life and Death of King John” reads more like a complex cautionary tale with its twists of fate, as well as digs at the expense of France and the Catholic Church to keep Elizabethan audiences happy.

Now it is in the gentle hands of local director Doug Powers, who brings the Indy Bard Fest production of “King John” to The Shelton Auditorium at Butler University. His handling of the text brings out the humor in this history play, borne of the constant shifts between belligerence and brokered peace. The flow of the plot goes like: We’re at war! Now we’re not! We’re at war again! We’re… where were we…? There’s a dry, almost Pythonesque feel to some of the scenes, eliciting several chuckles from the audience.

Excellent casting helps: Zachary Stonerock gives John a sense of purpose, edged with frustration and notoriously quick temper. He strives to be a good ruler, while his mouth writes checks his army can’t cash. Gari Williams gives Queen Eleanor the regal bearing she held to her last days, her counsel helping keep John on task. Kevin Caraher portrays Philip of France as a monarch weary of war, but not relenting until his son Louis the Dauphin (Cael Savidge) and Duke Arthur (Max Gallagher), who has a claim to England’s throne, get their due. Star turns in supporting roles include Sabrina Duprey, who finds herself little more than a pawn in this game as Princess Blanche of Spain; Tony Armstrong as Hubert, a faithful servant with an impossible choice; and the brilliant Matt Anderson, first as a citizen of a besieged city who offers a crucial compromise, and later as Cardinal Pandulph, who acts with the Pope’s authority to excommunicate King John.

The top performances here are by Georgeanna Smith Wade in two fiery mother roles – most notably railing at all the politicking and half-measures keeping young Arthur from the throne – and by Taylor Cox as Philip “The Bastard” Faulconbridge, illegitimate son of John’s brother Richard, named a Knight in the King’s forces. Cox exudes a brash confidence that seems unearned at first, growing throughout as his role makes him both provocateur and chorus, giving many a sly aside or clever commentary to us watching.

Once again, Bard Fest has served up a Shakespeare work we don’t often see and makes it entertain and even enlightening when compared to the fickle nature of modern statecraft. Remaining performances are Friday through Sunday, Oct. 14-16 at the Shelton, 1000 W. 42nd Street, on the grounds Butler shares with Christian Theological Seminary.