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GHDT presents ‘Legends’ of other lands

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By John Lyle Belden

To open its 26th season, the Gregory Hancock Dance Theatre expanded our horizons with “Legends and Fairytales.” Most of us in America have been brought up in the lore of local heroes and European folk tales, but what if we look just one border further?

The company applied its visual storytelling style to two traditional stories from Mexico, plus a suite of dances celebrating magical folk of the land that is now the Republic of Turkey (now celebrating its centennial).

Gregory Glade Hancock, who has worked as far away as India and Eastern Europe and explored the life of Mexican artist Frida Kahlo in “La Casa Azul,” presented this production with the support of the Consulate of Mexico in Indianapolis and IN-ATATURK (Indiana American Turkish Association, Together Universal Responsible Kind).

Hancock designed choreography and colorful costumes for the legend of “La Llorona.” It relates the story popular throughout Mexico and its former lands in the Southwest U.S. of the “crying woman” whose husband would leave her for another. In rage she drowned their children in a river, then in grief she followed them into the water. Her acts consigned her to existence as a wailing spirit who walks along the river at night, an ill omen to encounter.

Dancing to the strains of the tragedy’s folk song, most of the GHDT company with members of G2 student dancers present the story, with Abigail Lessaris as Maria/La Llorona, Thomas Mason as the husband, Camden Lancaster as the rival woman, and Vincent and Violet Kitchen as the children. The story is easy to follow with fascinating and heartbreaking visuals, including excellent use of the long satin cloth for flowing water.

Mason provides the choreography and costume design for a new work, “The Alley of the Kiss,” of a legend of the central Mexican city of Guanajuato, based on true events, of a forbidden love between members of rival families. Mason said he felt creating the dance was a natural step in his artistic journey. Though not in the performance himself, he said he envisioned first how he would move and interpret the story, then ensured the piece would fit in with the style of other Hancock works. The two sets of dancers switch control of the stage throughout, as our lovers, represented by Lessaris and Josie Moody, meet, flirt, and dare, until tragedy strikes. Set to more recent Latin music, including a song featuring Selena, the moves are majestic, and the feel is both of its culture and timeless.

That these stories resemble familiar legends brought to the stage by Shakespeare and the ancient Greeks speaks to the universality of these human stories, versions of which are told worldwide.

To the equally common theme of dark and light, sacred and secular, Hancock presents the premiere of “Angels and Djinn.” Based on the traditional Turkish concept of Angels, they are heavenly beings of light, meant to serve as protectors and guardians with no free will. Djinn, the basis for the Anglicized stories of “Genies,” are earthly beings of fire and free will, who can be good, evil, or just mischievous, but like Angels are invisible to the humans they influence.

Most of the company again gets involved, with a notable solo by Lancaster. It is up to the audience to guess who are Angels and who are Djinn. From my reckoning, the Angels moved with purpose, while the Djinn moved with passion. That the same dancers would switch costume styles – and perhaps, personae – made the guessing more challenging. The traditional Turkish music, with which the movement flows perfectly, even got the audience clapping along without prompting. Costumes included stunning traditional Bindalli dresses provided by GHDT supporter Nur Ungan.

Dancers also included Hannah Brown, Fiadh Flynn, Audrey Holloway, Chloe Holzman, Wilhelmina Marks, Olivia Payton, Audrey Springer, Megan Steinburger, and Megan Webb. Lighting design, as usual, was by Ryan Koharchik.

This wonderful show had just a two-day run, October 27-28, at the Tarkington Theatre in the Center for the Performing Arts in downtown Carmel. But don’t be surprised if one or all of these “Legends” are reprised in a future show. Next up for Hancock Dance is its production of “The Nutcracker” nearby at Academy of Gregory Hancock Dance Theatre’s own performance space, The Florence, weekends of Dec. 1-10. For more information, visit gregoryhancockdancetheatre.org.

Teen rite of passage becomes test for all in Civic musical

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By Wendy Carson and John Belden

As you might know, the musical “The Prom” is loosely based on a true incident.* Despite historical  authenticity relative to Disney’s “Pocahontas,” this show – book by Chad Beguelin and Bob Martin, music by Matthew Sklar, from a concept by Jack Viertel – presented by Booth Tarkington Civic Theatre, directed by Michael J. Lasley, entertainingly captures the essence of the story, reflecting the attitudes found in more than just one American town.

From their perspective, at least, this is the story of two aging Broadway stars, Dee Dee Allen (Marni Lemons) and Barry Glickman (Chad Leitschuh) with vanity bigger than their talent. After scorching reviews of their latest flop, they desperately need more positive publicity. With the help of their agent, Sheldon Sapperstein (David Maxwell) and a couple of other actors in need a career boost – Angie  Dickinson (Mikayla Koharchik), who can’t seem to get out of the chorus after 20 years, and Trent Oliver (Evan Wallace), a former TV star who never loses a chance to remind you he went to Juliard – they seek to find a worthy cause that won’t strain them too much. 

Emma Nolan (Kelsey McDaniel) is a high school senior in Edgewater, Indiana, who just wants to take her girlfriend to the Prom. However, the conservative small town district’s PTA, led by Mrs. Greene (Marlana Haig), refuses to allow it, going so far as to cancel the event. Just as it seems that Emma’s ally, school principal Mr. Hawkins (Rex Wolfley), found a way to work the whole situation out, our group of “Broadway Heroes” show up and not only alienate everyone involved, but embarrass Emma.  

Luckily, Hawkins, being a devoted fan of Allen, does not run the whole gang out of town. He even takes the diva to the city’s finest restaurant, Applebee’s.  

After some legal cajoling, the PTA agrees to resume the Prom. Emma plans to take Alyssa (Kaylee Johnson-Bradley), who will finally come out to her family and everyone there. But Emma and her Broadway friends are in for a devastating surprise. 

With the support of our well-meaning heroes, Emma must find a way to take her stand, her way, so that if nothing else, she – and everyone – can dance.

Having only heard a few of the songs beforehand and knowing how the story was handled, we had some reservations as to how this would work out. Would setting the story in Indiana, reportedly as a rebuke to the former Vice President, be a mockery of Hoosiers in general? Fortunately, it’s just gentle jibes we can live with (and have that hint of truth). Rather, the musical’s creators and Lasley’s direction have woven a magical story that is the “Footloose” (with a hint of Cinderella) of our era.  

The whole cast is joyously giving their all in bringing this beautiful event to life. While I am without  enough adjectives to even begin to describe each actor’s fantastic performance, I will say that NYU graduate McDaniel’s powerful voice could land her back in the Big Apple. Broadway’s loss is our gain.

Lemons, Leitschuh, Koharchik and Wallace revel in their license to overact. Haig perfectly portrays the insidious evil of indifference and self-righteousness. Wolfley handles well being the character that is the fulcrum on which the whole plot turns.

Performances of “The Prom” run through Oct. 21 at the Tarkington theater in the Center for the Performing Arts in downtown Carmel. Feel free to bring a date, corsage optional, and arrive early as there is ongoing street construction in the area. Get info and tickets at civictheatre.org or thecenterpresents.org.

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*The true story happened in Mississippi in 2010. (Click here for details) Thanks to Civic for sharing the link.

Bard Fest takes another look at Trojan War

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By John Lyle Belden

If the title of Shakespeare’s “Troilus and Cressida” sounds familiar, that’s because just this last July there was a musical adaptation, presented by Southbank Theatre. This time around, the war story/comedy/tragedy is presented by Indy Bard Fest on the stage of the Cat theatre in Carmel.

Director Zach Stonerock approaches this play as a satire of the Trojan War (and thus war in general). As battles tend to “trash” the landscape, the stage looks like a modern salvage yard, the players like a band of hobo thespians acting out the Bard’s work to pass the time. For junkyard scavengers, knowing who plays Ajax is easy if you can find the plastic bottle.

Thersites the Fool (Sarah Heider) welcomes us and introduces the war, already seven years in progress (these events are prior to the legendary part with the big horse, which is hinted at). Young Trojan prince Troilus (Jack Tiehen) is seeking to woo fair Cressida (Hannah Embree), whose father has defected to the Greeks, leaving her with uncle Pandarus (David Mosedale), all too eager to play matchmaker. Trojan troops, led by older princes Paris (Tristan Montgomery) and chivalrous Hector (Ryan Powell), and general Aeneas (Tim Fox), return from battle frustrated at the continuing stalemate. They consider whether it would be best for Paris to return Helen (Abigail Simmon), whom he had stolen from the Greeks, starting this whole mess. It would at least quiet the ravings of princess Cassandra (Audrey Stonerock). But proud Troilus helps talk Hector out of that plan, which leads to an even more audacious one.

Meanwhile, on the Greek side, King Agamemnon (Jeffrey Stratford), Menelaus (Mosedale), Diomedes (Jack Paganelli), and Ulysses (Tristan Ross), are frustrated that their best warrior, Achilles (John Kern), is refusing to fight, staying in his tent with his boytoy Patroclus (Montgomery). Under truce, Aeneas arrives with a proposed challenge – Hector vs. a champion of their choice in single combat. The Greek leaders accept and decide to name less-able soldier Ajax (Austin Hookfin), confident the insult to Achilles should rouse him to battle.

Lest we forget the title, there is more intrigue with Troilus and Cressida, who decide on a quick tryst before being formally wed. But the morning after brings news that the girl has become little more than a bargaining chip.

The cast also includes Brittany Magee as Hector’s wife Andromache, yet another woman whose feelings are disregarded.

Though the trappings of this telling are a bit comical, the story is deadly serious. Tiehen gives a solid performance, with the looks and aggressive romantic bluster of a Romeo but a little smarter and less suicidal. Embree also plays her lead admirably, a young woman getting by on cleverness until she can’t, then realizing she is her only salvation, even if it means hurting one who loves her.

Stratford plays an amusing monarch, but not one to be trifled with. His portrayal, along with Kern and Montgomery’s haughtiness and Ross’s deadpan, reflect how the early scenes play out like a Strangelovian comedy. Powell, who easily slips into roles both comical and serious, plays Hector as both nobly earnest and absurdly genteel. Heider, for her part, revels in her role. As the play progresses towards bloodshed, however, the tragedy and waste of war come to the fore.

An intriguing example of how all’s un-fair in love and war, “Troilus and Cressida” has three more performances Friday through Sunday, Oct. 13-15, at the Cat, 254 Veterans Way in downtown Carmel. Get tickets at indybardfest.com.

GHDT: Once more, with feeling

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By John Lyle Belden

We have written about a number of recent productions by Gregory Hancock Dance Theatre, and how founder/director/choreographer Gregory Glade Hancock is an excellent visual storyteller. But dance is more than that; dance is art, and art evokes.

Hancock has been open about his journey and his love for dance, his late mother, and places he’s visited and worked, especially India. These things, in turn, inform the dance he creates. “I don’t even have a name for some of the moves,” he confesses. But his troupes, presently the seven principal dancers and the “G2” student team, understand his movement language to beautifully communicate it to us on stage.

This year, as GHDT celebrates its first 25 years, rather than long-form storytelling, we see pieces from various works Hancock has done, getting a bit of the story with a lot of the emotional heft. This is especially true with “Illumination,” a production focused on spiritual themes, especially hope.

Performed on Easter weekend, which coincides with Passover and Ramadan, this series of dances touch on many cultures and faiths. While there are one- and two-person numbers, there is no true “star,” so I’ll list the performers here alphabetically: Hannah Brown, Zoe Hacker, Allie Hanning, Audrey Halloway, Chloe Holzman, Camden Lancaster, Abigail Lessaris, Thomas Mason, Evangeline Meadows, Josie Moody, Audrey Springer, Rebecca Zigmond.

After opening with a piece from 2016’s “The Violin Under the Bed,” the dances, some rarely seen, date back to the 1990s and early 2000s. Highlights include Brown and Payton in “Between Heaven and Earth,” written for two sisters and reflective of any companionship that life conspires to separate; “The Song of Bernadette,” with Lessaris as the Saint and Moody as the Vision; Lancaster and Mason in “1968,” an imaginative piece inspired by the Prague Spring; and Holzman in “1941,” an emotionally-charged solo reflecting on an event in the Holocaust. There are also lighter moments, such as one from “Crop Circles,” an Irish-inspired frolic on “the mysteries of Nature,” as Hancock puts it.

“Illumination” has one more performance, tonight as I post this (April 8). But the 2023 journey is not over for GHDT. The next production, “Director’s Choice,” will be at the Tarkington at the Center for the Performing Arts in downtown Carmel. With a quarter-century of works to draw from, Hancock’s selections will prove to be a sentimental journey for long-time patrons, and a nice “sampler platter” for new fans.

Wendy and I first got to know Hancock and his company while seeing his work in “La Casa Azul,” the musical with dance based on the life and work of Mexican artist Frida Kahlo. GHDT will present “The Music of La Casa Azul” with the Carmel Symphony Orchestra on Aug. 5 at The Palladium (also at the Center for the Peroforming Arts).

Find tickets for these shows at thecenterpresents.org. For more information on GHDT, see gregoryhancockdancetheatre.org.

Entertaining ride on ‘Orient Express’

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By John Lyle Belden

There are two kinds of people who watch a production – film or stage – of the Agatha Christie mystery “Murder on the Orient Express.”

First, there are those who have never seen how it ends. If you encounter such a patron at the Booth Tarkington Civic Theatre production of the play, running through March 25, DO NOT TELL THEM WHODUNIT. Being one of the most famous and creative reveals in the genre, it’s best to be savored as it happens.

Then, there are the fans of stage, screen, or the original text, who know the answer and just enjoy the widely varied and wildly interesting cast of characters, all falling under the scrutiny of Christie’s eccentric Belgian detective, Hercule Poirot.

Penned by Ken Ludwig (at the request of the Christie estate), this “Murder on the Orient Express” more than satisfies both groups. The blizzard of clues – too many, in fact, Poirot notes – will keep newcomers guessing, and Ludwig’s comic touch ensures at least as many laughs as thrills.

Eric Reiberg is pitch-perfect as Poirot in, a credit to him and director John Michael Goodson, a fairly laid-back portrayal of the character. Rather than have an exaggerated look and personality, even his famous curled mustache is understated, letting the various suspects on board the train do the clowning. Still, his bearing, accent, and little quirks are true to character and exert the proper gravitas (in this story, the detective is already world famous).

To set up the play, we get some disturbing audio, as well as Poirot addressing the audience that what we see is a flashback to one of his most complex and troubling cases. With this, we open in Istanbul, Turkey, in 1934. Needing a quick ride across Europe, the detective travels the famed Orient Express, bound for Calais, France, as the honored guest of the director of the rail line, Monsieur Bouc (Rex Wolfley).  

Various men and women board, including a very cocky yet nervous American businessman, Samuel Ratchett (Lee Russell), who tries to hire Poirot to find out who sent him threatening letters. Offended by his rudeness, the detective refuses. But when, with the train halted by a snowdrift in what was then Yugoslavia, Ratchett lies dead of multiple stab wounds, Hercule Poirot finds himself on the case.

Aside from ever-patient conductor Michel (Ronald May) we have our suspects – in fun performances by Evangeline Bouw, Luke Faser, Lauren Frank, Susan Hill, Alexis Koshenina, Sherra Lasley, and Clay Mabbitt – who all have alibis. And what might the motive be? As Poirot peels back the layers of the mystery and discovers hidden identities, he can only come to one conclusion. Or, perhaps, two.

A script like this allows for going a little over the top, and Lasley is a hoot as our brash American who married into riches and belts into song. Bouw is sweetly memorable as a countess who happened to go to medical school. Hill is commanding as the Russian princess; Koshenina is retreating as a shy missionary. Mabbitt and Frank slyly arouse our suspicions even before their characters board – but we actually see where they are at the apparent time of the murder.

I’ll say no more. You need to see this for yourself, but tickets for this wild ride are selling fast.

The Orient Express was an actual rail line, but, alas, its last departure was in 2009. Next best thing is to see this version. Performances are in the appropriately intimate confines of The Studio Theater at the Center for the Performing Arts in downtown Carmel. For information and tickets, go to civictheatre.org or thecenterpresents.org.

Civic ‘Anne Frank’ stirs young audience

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By Wendy Carson 

This past Wednesday, I was fortunate enough to be allowed to attend one of the special student showings of “The Diary of Anne Frank,” at the Booth Tarkington Civic Theatre. It was eye-opening for all, to say the least. Overhearing their comments both during and after the show helped drive home how important theatrical productions of Holocaust stories are in our world.

With most of the audience being of roughly the same age as Anne, the tragedy of her life and situation really resonated with the students. While they were aware of World War II as history, seeing the images in context really drove these horrors home. After the performance, most were busy wiping tears from their eyes, even those who had read Anne’s “Diary of a Young Girl” prior to attendance.

The power of the show begins with the spectacular set design of Ryan Koharchik. The multi-level set reflects the spaces these souls were forced to inhabit during their two years in hiding but the grim truth of the situation comes from the high, chain-link fence topped with razor wire that serves at the back wall to the show. This also allows for Michael J. Lasley to project timely background photos to further the message beginning with the initial one of Anne’s photograph and actual pages of writing from her diary. Lasley also has a short moment on stage near the end of the show.

While Wendy Kesselman’s new adaption of the play by Frances Goodrich and Albert Hackett is stirring, nothing would ring true without the amazing skills of the actors here, under the direction of versatile theatre artist Claire Wilcher. Especially since many regular theater goers will know several of them for their numerous comedic roles and will be delighted to see their incredible range highlighted here.

Rebecca Piñero brings the shy stoicism of Anne’s older sister Edith to light, keeping her character from being overlooked and fading into the background.

Kevin Caraher as Mr. Kraler, who keeps the doors to the Franks’ business open and running while ensuring no one else is aware of the eight souls above, shows both the hopefulness and fear of his role.

Mookie Harris as the dentist Mr. Dussel keeps his character cold and very removed from the others he is with, but also hints that this is the character’s way of shielding himself from the devastation of losing more people he cares about.

Jay Hemphill and Carrie Reiberg as Mr. and Mrs. Van Daan bring the elitist pomposity out in their characters, yet still show us the struggles of a couple terrified of the situation they have been put into.

Garrett Rowe, as Peter Van Daan, brings his character’s growth from fear at being thrown into a new situation with unbearable co-inhabitants, delicately budding into happiness and growing romance throughout their time together.

David Wood as Otto Frank keeps the optimistic outlook as the leader of this group of survivors. Brittany Magee’s maternal turn as Edith Frank is perfection indeed. She enacts the struggles and sorrows of a mother fighting to keep control of her family and situation so well you might think she has raised a slew of teenagers herself.

Anyone who has ever witnessed her on stage before obviously knows the spectacular comic whirlwind that is Kelsey VanVoorst. Now we are a party to the depth of her pathos as she portrays Miep Gies, the character most at risk of tragedy for her part in this endeavor. VenVoorst keeps Miep as upbeat as possible as she bravely smuggles in the supplies to keep the group alive during their time in hiding. The strength and resolve that keeps her going are evident as she forces herself to find the happiest news she can find to share with the families.

Finally, we arrive at the cornerstone role of the play, Gemma Rollison as Anne Frank (alternately played by Sydney Pinchouck on Feb. 28 and 24). Known as a brave girl who fought through so much to keep herself optimistic through her lifetime, this side of Anne is presented perfectly, yet Rollinson also brings the girl’s precocious and obnoxious spirit also noted in her writing and memories of her surviving father. Beginning as an oblivious 13-year-old who thinks teasing her companions is the height of joy, Rollinson exquisitely brings out Anne’s changes into a budding young woman by the show’s end.

As this country has recently experienced fear and confinement from a life-threatening disease, it feels like we can identify somewhat with the desperation and anxiety faced here. However, the fatalities of the Coronavirus are nothing in comparison to the horrors of the Holocaust. This grave, terrible reality is precisely why these stories must be told and retold. As the years pass and memories begin to fade, we must ensure that this dark chapter of the past is never forgotten or allowed to recur. The Indianapolis Jewish Community Relations Council is on hand in the lobby to provide information of how to participate in continuing this vital effort.

After seeing the reactions of the young people in the audience, I urge you to get as many of them to this show as you can (as well as yourselves). While the subject matter is rather intense and is probably not suitable for all ages, anyone 13 and up really needs to see what life could have been like for themselves if they had been born during this time. Performances run through Feb. 25 (public showtimes at 7 p.m. Thursdays through Saturdays, 2 p.m. Sundays) at the Tarkington theatre in the Center for the Performing Arts in downtown Carmel. Get info and tickets at civictheatre.org or thecenterpresents.org.

GHDT reflects recent changes in ‘New World’

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By Wendy Carson

Gregory Hancock Dance Theatre’s first offering of the new year showcases the newly renovated Florence performance space. Named in memory of founder/director/choreographer Gregory Glade Hancock’s beloved mother, the intimate space is ideal for the audience to more vividly experience the efforts of all involved. “New World Dances” is an appropriately powerful choice to christen the space.

The show highlights dances created during the recent pandemic years, previously presented as “Dances for a New World” on stage and online, highlighting the emotional rollercoaster experienced by everyone during that time. Except for one notable exception, the dancers are not touching each other, enhancing the sense of isolation they each felt (and reflecting the fact each had to work alone during quarantine). Hancock noted that this collection of dance works is not his typical visual storytelling. While there is some discernable narrative, the emphasis is more on expressing the emotions felt as the entire planet entered today’s “new” world.

 From the very start, you’re aware this is going to be an experience that you won’t soon forget, with movement open to numerous interpretations. I highlight just a few pieces here along with what they conveyed to me (your results may vary).

The opening number, Isolation, has each dancer wearing a rubber “Plague Doctor” mask (think giant crow head with goggles) and performing the same choreography in staggered succession. The angst and desperation I felt made me think of the various locations worldwide dealing with the unknowns of the Corona virus. They all came to the same conclusion but each in their own time.

Also highlighting this era: Casualties hearkens to the riots and civil unrest throughout our country; Denial shows those who never took any of this seriously until it came into their own lives; and Media has individual dancers weighed down by huge tangles of video tape, engaging our search for truth through the lies flooding in from everywhere.

There are four solo dances in the show. One is performed by the lone male in the group, Thomas Mason, while the others are performed by one of a pair in that slot. Who each is and the dance they perform will depend on the date you attend. 

The first of these, performed by Abigail Lessaris during our show (Josie Moody alternates) seemed to convey our search for normalcy in our new situations while keeping yourself optimistic. Chloe Holzman (Hannah Brown alternates) gave us a celebration of our new skills learned and paths taken during this time (think all that sourdough bread we made). Camden Lancaster gives us the final solo (Olivia Payton alternates) in which her bubbly joy seems to reflect the hope for a return to normalcy with the rise of vaccines and lessening of cases and restrictions.

The final two numbers, You Can’t Stop Love and A New World show not only the fear and awkwardness of our return to “normalcy”, but also our resolve, determination, and strength to conquer all future problems whether we be physically together or separate.

The “G2” student dancers – Zoe Hacker, Allie Hanning, Audrey Holloway, Audrey Springer, Rebecca Zigmond – also display their talents in two superb numbers.

With costumes also designed by Hancock, the dances are a visual spectacle of color and movement. Hancock’s style does reflect his love of Southern Asia, but other influences emerge, with the finale more resembling classic ballet.

We are happy to add that, unlike the one-weekend dates at the Tarkington, this show continues for two more, through Feb. 26. The Florence is contained within the Academy of Gregory Hancock Dance Theatre, 329 Gradle Drive, Carmel. Get information and tickets at GregoryHancockDanceTheatre.org.

Fulgham ‘Christmas’ comes to Carmel

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By John Lyle Belden

Poinsettias are immortal.

Also, treasures and saints come in unexpected forms; cherished traditions can include a bad pageant or enthusiastic bell-ringer; there’s nothing like a well-stocked fridge; and love can bring anyone together. These lessons and more are brought to us by Robert Fulgham, author of the best-seller about life-lessons from kindergarten, in “Uh-Oh, Here Comes Christmas!” presented by Carmel Community Players, directed by Kate Hinman.

Aptly-named Joy Ried joins new and familiar faces Tonya Rave, Tom Riddle, Kevin Shadle, and Matt Trgovac as they work through 14 scenes and skits – including a recurring bit about a certain red-leafed plant. The audience, in turn, gets a full-body workout, focused on both the heartstrings and funny bone.

Fulghum’s simple yet deep essays come alive in able hands – with an extra shout-out to assistant stagehand Mitchell Ried – for a must-see holiday treat.

The crew also includes stage manager and assistant director Jeremy Ried, stagehand Chrysa Keenon, and Lori Raffel on lights and sound.

Four performances remain: Thursday through Saturday at 7:30 p.m., Sunday at 2:30 p.m. (Dec. 15-18) at The Cat, 254 Veterans Way in downtown Carmel (just south of the Main Street arts district). Get info and tickets at CarmelPlayers.org.

Play based on Hank Williams’ final ‘tour’

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By John Lyle Belden

Playwright and retired journalist Garret Matthews incorporates aspects of people he has known and interviewed into his plays. In his latest, “Opening Hank,” he includes the story of someone more familiar to most of us.

On New Years Day 1953, country music legend Hank Williams Sr. rode his Cadillac into eternity. In a body weakened by a hard life that included alcohol and painkillers (mainly to deal with chronic back pain), his heart gave out on the way to a Jan. 1 concert in Ohio, discovered dead in the backseat in Oak Hill, West Virginia. This necessitated another ride, in a hearse from there back home to Montgomery, Alabama.

On that route, in Mathews’ play, is the town of Bluefield, where you can get gas, car repairs, and “a free Coky-Cola with a fill-up” at the West Main Esso. Willie T. McClanahan (Taylor Cox), a savant with car engines but largely seen as a kind but simple soul otherwise, barely notices the news on WHIS radio as he challenges himself at checkers, but his second-shift manager Steve Tatum (Zachariah Stonerock) has heard and is not taking it well. Williams’ music and songs inspired him to take up writing for the first time since his horrific experiences in World War II a decade earlier.

A nicely dressed gentleman, Hiram Ledbetter (David Mosedale, who also directs) enters what he declares to be the “gasoline emporium” not seeking fuel but rest, and offering a proposition. He pilots Williams’ transport, and while he finds a meal and a nap elsewhere in town, he says, he would leave the coffin at the service station for safekeeping and in exchange for a fee, Steve could then charge the townspeople to get their last look at the hillbilly music superstar.

Having a dread fear of the trappings of death, Willie is sent away, leaving Steve, who takes up the undertaker’s offer, but for his own reasons.

While fictional, this story contains characters, events and anecdotes based on actual stories Mathews reported, and we get an excellent refresher on Hank Williams’ life, struggles and music, with several songs featured before and during the play. There is much heart and humor, with moments of dire drama. We get a feel for the brotherly relationship between Willie and Steve long before we learn their connection, as well as how they are essential to each other’s wellbeing. Cox and Stonerock have a natural chemistry, borne of talent as well as working together before. Mosedale cuts an interesting character himself, with hints of the Devil-in-a-suit archetype but with Southern charm and a grudging bit of good conscience. Ol’ Hank is a bit stiff in that box, but does sound good on the old radio.

In a post-show talk, Mathews and the cast give hearty thanks to stage manager Aaron Henze for his contributions, so we will as well.

Remaining performances are today and tomorrow (Nov. 19-20) as I post this, at the Cat, 254 Veterans Way in downtown Carmel. Get info and tickets at thecat.biz.

Journey with ‘Violet’ at ATI

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By Wendy Carson

 One quick note before I dive into the review: This is the third production of the musical “Violet” we have seen over the years, the first time based on the 1997 Off-Broadway production, before it was taken to Broadway in 2014. Each local performance has not only been different, but also better than the one before. Therefore, if you have seen the show prior to this, I still strongly suggest you see it, the latest edition, at Actors Theatre of Indiana. It’s a superb production, and I adored it (and not just because my hometown is part of the show).

Written by acclaimed composer Jeanine Tesori with Brian Crawley, based on a Doris Betts short story, the plot has remained consistent: At the age of thirteen, Violet was hit in the face by a flying axe head, leaving her horribly scarred. Years later, in the 1960s, she is on her own and has finally saved up enough money for the bus fare to take her from North Carolina to Tulsa, Oklahoma, and the TV Preacher whom she knows will be able to restore her beauty. Along the way, she befriends a couple of soldiers. The three of them quickly become close, with the men reluctant to let her take the final leg of her journey as they are sure she will be sorrowfully disappointed in her Preacher’s abilities. They are both waiting for her when she returns, healed, but not as she had expected.

Sydney Howard expertly brings out the adult Violet’s hopefulness and sorrow over her predicament while Quincy Carmen as young Vi (in frequent flashbacks) shows the innocence and fortitude that made her the woman she became.

Luke Weber as Monty, the Army Private First Class fresh from Special Forces school, shows the naivete of a soldier looking forward to going to war. Maurice-Aime Green as Flick, the more seasoned Sergeant, reflects the harsh reality of the differences the mere color of his skin brings to his military career and everyday life.

Matt Branic, as Violet’s father, brings out the devotion, stoicism and love of a single parent trying to do the best for his little girl, despite that one horrific moment.

Eric Olson is sheer perfection as the Preacher who may or may not actually have the power to heal, but certainly has the ability to motivate.

While it is easy to present both the Father and the Preacher in a negative light, Branic and Olson each maintain their characters’ humanity as they play their parts in Violet’s life. This is not a story of “good” or “bad” people, but of a journey, and the life lessons learned along the way.

As the rest of the cast play many interchangeable characters throughout the show, one pair does stand out with their true diva roles: Tiffany Gilliam brings down the house as the Music Hall Singer the trio goes out to see while overnighting in Memphis. It is obvious that were she around during that era, she would indeed have been a star on that stage.

Tiffanie Bridges seems to channel the voice of the angels as her turn as Lula, the lead singer in our Preacher’s choir. While her character reminds him that she is singing not for the “show,” but for the Lord, her talent shows this to be true.

ATI co-founder Judy Fitzgerald’s roles include a friendly fellow passenger; other characters, including bus drivers, are provided by Richard Campea and Cody Stiglich.

Director Richard J. Roberts has taken eleven talented singers and actors, a phenomenal script, and a band that can bring such vivid emotion to their music, and given us a beautifully moving show. Pianist Nathan Perry is music director, with musicians Greg Gegogeine, Charles Platz, Kathy Schilling and Greg Wolf. The versatile stage by P. Bernard Killian features a map of the bus route painted across the floor, which includes Fort Smith, Arkansas (where I was born).

Performances of “Violet” run through Nov. 13 in The Studio Theatre at The Center for the Performing Arts in downtown Carmel. For tickets and information, visit atistage.org or thecenterpresents.org.