BCP ‘Vultures’ provides haunted hilarity

By John Lyle Belden

Take one part Agatha Christie, one part “Clue,” and a dash of gay romance, and you get something unique, entertaining, and intriguing: “The Vultures” at Buck Creek Players.

In this 2018 comedy by Mark A. Ridge, directed by Andrew Souders, we spend a dark and stormy night at remote Westmount Manor, where the last remaining relatives of eccentric millionaire Simon West gather to hear the reading of his will, on the 20th anniversary of his death.

The only resident for the last two decades has been cryptic caretaker Talbot (Tiffany Wilson). The attorney, Mr. Cosby (Derek Sumpter), conducts the reading attended by Harrison Blythe (Tony Brazelton), Mary Roberts (Nancy Laudeman), Ashley Hopewood (Cairo Morado), Charles Willard (Scott A. Fleshood), Paul Jones (Jericho Franke), and Hunter West (Zach Bucher). Things get interesting even while these distant relatives gather as Harrison is a famous underwear model, and Ashley is a total ditz. The banter includes a lot of verbal barbs which only get sharper as it turns out only one of them will inherit the West fortune.

The plot thickens further when Rhinehart (Rich Laudeman) arrives from nearby Hillcrest Asylum to alert them that a murderous psychopath has escaped. Someone is not going to live through the night.

Dennis Karr completes the cast as physician Dr. Avery, who lives nearby.

With restless spirits, a missing priceless pocket watch, secret passages, and a shadowy figure, we get a puzzling whodunit as well as laugh-out-loud comedy. In addition, there’s the rekindling of past affections between Hunter and Paul, upping the ante when heroics are called for.

There are excellent performances all around, with Morado doing Generation Z no favors with her charming yet delightfully airheaded turn. Wilson’s never-break dour deadpan delivery is perfect, presenting herself like the sister of Addams Family’s Lurch. Brazelton is brave in his own way, fortunately having worked out enough to display his costuming (or lack thereof).

More creepy than scary, haunted but hilarious, this is an easy outing for your spooky season. However, it’s only available for one more weekend, through Sunday at the Buck Creek Playhouse, 11150 Southeastern Ave., Indianapolis (Acton Road exit off I-74). Get info and tickets at buckcreekplayers.com.