Phoenix in its Xmas era

By John Lyle Belden

That Holiday Tradition that’s an alternative to Nutcrackers or Tiny Tim or other Christmassy cliches – except perhaps to mock them – has returned to the Phoenix Theatre Cultural Centre.

“A Very Phoenix Xmas XVII: Sleigh, Queen, Sleigh!” takes the stage with its various funny and nicely naughty short plays. This time these all-original skits all have common creators – written by director Zack Neiditch with songs by Paige Scott. They are brought to life by Suraj Choudhary, Samantha Lewis, Craig Underwood, Cara Wilson, and Christine Zavakos, who also each give a disturbingly charming (or charmingly disturbing) “Christmas memory” in videos by Zach Rosing.

The various pieces are presented in historical order from past to present, starting with a breaking TV news report from Roman Palestine. A more historically accurate approach is taken in a hilarious look at Christmas in Renaissance-era England. As for the Victorian era, Marley’s still dead. In the 20th century, things really get strange. With more recent decades, be sure to “like and subscribe.”

Note this isn’t all-ages. Mature content includes f-bombs and middle fingers, but no outright blasphemy. Think of it as SNL with HBO standards.

The ensemble work very well together, with most of them interacting in nearly every scene. Neiditch’s knack for comedy and Scott’s for a catchy tune give them plenty to work with.

If this kind of humor fits your stocking, you’ll find it very entertaining with familiar themes taken on like nobody else.  

“A Very Phoenix Xmas” runs through Dec. 21 at 705 N. Illinois St., downtown Indianapolis. Get info and tickets at phoenixtheatre.org.

Brooks comedy comes ‘Alive!’ at ATI

By John Lyle Belden

One of the cool perks of being Associate Artistic Director of Actors Theatre of Indiana for Darrin Murrell is that he gets to direct the incredibly fun musical, “Mel Brooks’ Young Frankenstein,” adapted by Brooks from his classic comedy film with Thomas Meehan. All songs are also by Brooks, except for the famous scene with Irving Berlin’s “Puttin’ on the Ritz.”

Murrell was overjoyed to have Ben Asaykwee in the title role, as well as Craig Underwood as the Monster, both adept at the necessary physical comedy. Asaykwee’s resemblance to Gene Wilder from the movie is less an impersonation than a reminder that both seem to have been touched by the same muse, hilariously delivering bluster, intelligence, and mischief, capable of being simultaneously the romantic lead and a slapstick clown.

One doesn’t have to have seen the film to follow this show, or have more than a rudimentary knowledge of the Frankenstein legend (Brooks’ approach was more a tribute to Universal Pictures monsters than the Mary Shelley novel). Movie fans will recognize many scenes and characters, though.

Professor of brain science Frederick Frankenstein (Asaykwee) – pronounced “fronk-en-steen” – discovers he has inherited his infamous grandfather’s castle in Transylvania. He goes there to settle his estate, met at the train station by servant Igor (John Vessels, Jr.), an odd man with a migrating back hump who has hired an eager young assistant, Inga (Sophie Jones), for his new master. At the castle, we meet horse-frighteningly eccentric housekeeper Frau Blucher (Julie Lyn Barber). Finding the laboratory and his grandfather’s notes, Frederick insists he won’t repeat any abominable and dangerous experiments – until, of course, he finds the right body and brain.

Meanwhile, there is concern in the village that a new Dr. Frankenstein is in residence. Inspector Kemp (Eric Olson), whose previous encounter with a reanimated creature literally cost him an arm and a leg, is determined to keep such events from happening again.

Frederick’s fashion-forward fiancé Elizabeth (Megan Arrington-Marks) will also arrive, just as hijinks get into high gear. 

As in the film, the Monster (Underwood) stumbles upon a Hermit (Adam B. Shapiro) who is blind and lonely, but he does get a song.

Other roles are covered by James Garrett Hill, Drew Kempin, JoBeth Hilton, Hannah Boswell and Natalie Fischer, with Emily Chrzanowski on hand as understudy.

Few frights, but a lot of laughs and double-entendres in Brooks’ bawdy style, with a few asides taking aim at popular monster-movie tropes. This being a “horror” show with song and dance numbers, indulging in silliness fits the milieu perfectly.

Vessels has fun with his character, delivering a nice homage to the late Marty Feldman with a bit of his own flair. Olson, well disguised by Kemp’s facial hair and costume, embodies the character perfectly for maximum comic effect. Jones’s Inga is winsome as the sidekick who is always smarter than she lets on, caring enough to let distracted Frederick catch up to her true affections. Barber nicely menaces and deadpans as Blucher, contrasted with the wild emoting over her “boyfriend.”  Arrington-Marks gives the full measure of self-obsessed Elizabeth, as well as her change of heart.

Even when dangerous, Underwood as the Monster doesn’t come across as monstrous – just a big guy (with Abbie Normal’s brain) very confused at waking up from the dead. Also, fire bad.

Nathan Perry is musical director; choreography is by Carol Worcel; and Kevin Casey is stage manager. The castle scenic design is by Jay Ganz (note the gargoyles), with props designed by Christian Condra.

Performances of “Young Frankenstein” run through Nov. 9 in the intimate confines of The Studio Theater at the Allied Solutions Center for the Performing Arts in downtown Carmel. For info and tickets, go to atistage.org or thecenterpresents.org.