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New look at life on a familiar street

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By John Lyle Belden

Meridian (from Merriam-Webster) a great circle on the surface of the earth passing through the poles; a representation of such a circle or half circle numbered for longitude

Meridian (in Indianapolis) the central north-south street marking “00” address for the city; it helps, with major east-west streets, to make an easy grid for getting around.

It appears that award-winning New York playwright Lucy Thurber has incorporated both concepts into the new play, “The Meridian Cafe,” commissioned by American Lives Theatre and performing its world premiere at the Phoenix Theatre Cultural Centre. With a sense for human connection that transcends East Coast or Hoosier culture, she gives us a night in the lives of people in a central familiar location, marking a place along their lives’ journey.

Director (and ALT artistic director) Chris Saunders agreed when I told him the setting feels like Indy’s South Meridian Street. It’s a working-class neighborhood with a small all-night diner (memories of Peppy Grill were expressed afterward). James (Ian Cruz) runs the café with the sort of Serenity Prayer wisdom that comes from being 10 years sober. His cook, Nicky (Joshua Short), has ambitions of becoming a professional chef. A frequent customer, so to speak, is Candace (Lynne Perkins), a local unhoused woman who is mentally frayed and largely unafraid. The coffee has endless refills.

A young woman, Sara (Morgan Morton), enters visibly upset. There are hints of a man, her husband who now wants a divorce, arriving as well. But the next person coming in the door is Luke (Matt Kraft), a young man who asks to speak with Nicky.

The two men grew up as friends in this neighborhood, but Luke’s substance abuse estranged them and landed him in prison. Now out and professing a year of sobriety, Luke asks for a job. After sizing him up briefly, James puts him to work.

Finally, Billy (Allen Sledge), Sara’s husband, arrives. While trying to talk to her he sees Luke and suddenly remembers meeting him. Confused, Luke retreats to the kitchen.

The situation gets more complicated as we learn that one thing Sara and Billy have in common (likely a catalyst for their struggling marriage) is that they both were fighting same-sex attractions in the Christian community of their small home town. She’s still struggling, while he – a professional theatre artist – feels he no longer can.

Through conversations, some held during smoke breaks outside, and an incident when Sara’s evangelical impulses upset Candace, we see various tensions rise and break. They won’t “sing Kumbaya,” but Billy does favor us with a Broadway number.

This being a fascinating character study taking place over a single night, we get a good impression of each of these personalities, though everyone is largely a cypher, as would be the case to us as strangers observing from our corner of the diner.  Cruz makes James the captain of this ship, leading with calm resolve and stern when it’s called for. His relationship with Candace suggests a history and empathy with her life struggles.

In Perkins’ crafting of the character, Candace would be worthy of a play of her own (which we would love to see). She reflects aspects we too often see on this city’s streets, but without caricature or eliciting pity. There are plenty of hearty laughs in this show, but none at her expense.

Kraft employes his full comedy-to-drama range here. Luke’s apparent sincerity and lack of duplicity now collide with awareness of an addict’s easy lies and the fact he had been literally blackout drunk a year earlier. Given this single window to assess him, he is both likable and unreliable.

Sara is one mixed-up character, and fortunately Morton is brilliant at handling such roles. She has a lot to work through, and we see part of that process here. Billy is on a different point on a similar character arc, forced to reckon with a couple of assumptions about what’s best him and his wife, as well as the factors that brought him to this moment. All this Sledge ably manages, and sings beautifully as well.

Short takes on Nicky’s “young man from the ‘hood makes good” character with earnest good humor, especially in his concern for Luke tempered by the sting of past betrayal. Still, compared to the others, this role feels thin.

As Wendy told me when we discussed this play afterward, “this left me wanting more,” is both praise and critique. Perhaps a few more aspects of character in some roles would help, and the fairly short run time can take on additional moments without feeling padded. On the other hand, what more do we get to know of the strangers in a spellbinding conversation overheard in the next restaurant booth?

Regardless, I could see Thurber taking a production of this to success Off-Broadway (frankly, given her CV, this could be a possibility). Thus, we who saw it at the Phoenix can share the brag of seeing it first.

Nicely evocative set design with cleverly transparent outer walls is by Nick Kilgore. Tristen Durham is assistant director, and Lucy Yahr is stage manager.

An excellent snapshot of Midwest life that looks kindly into its shadows, visit “The Meridian Cafe” through Nov. 8 at 705 N. Illinois St. (a block from Meridian) in downtown Indianapolis. Get info and tickets at phoenixtheatre.org or americanlivestheatre.org.

P.S. It’s interesting to me that one of the great offbeat literary minds of the 20th and 21st Century are each named “Thurber,” but I see no indication that Lucy is related to James (writer of numerous works, including “Walter Mitty”). If anyone is aware of a link, let us know.

P.P.S. Yes, I know The Peppy (which we miss!) was in Fountain Square and on 10th Street; I didn’t want to make a misleading comparison to any actual spot on Meridian.

Civic’s ‘Pill’ a strong dose

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By John Lyle Belden

What appears to be just a pop “jukebox musical” turns out to be one of the most important theater works in central Indiana this year.

The Booth Tarkington Civic Theatre presents Alanis Morissette’s “Jagged Little Pill: The Musical,” directed by Civic’s Executive Artistic Director, Michael J. Lasley. The show features all 12 songs on Morisette’s 1995 album – a breakthrough both in international stardom and psychologically as she bared raw emotions in her break from dance-pop (influencing the outspoken and genre-bending women vocalists and singer-songwriters who followed).  The lyrics are all hers, with music co-written by Glen Ballard. The musical also includes eight songs from her other albums, a repurposing of her “Uninvited” (originally on a film soundtrack), and two new songs for this production.

Perfectly matching Morrisette’s style, the book of the musical is by author and screenwriter Diablo Cody. The meshing of lyrics to a coherent plot is not only the most successful since “Mama Mia,” but also delivers impactful messages in a powerful work that stands in a very sum-greater-than-parts way. The uncompromising nature of both Morrisette and Cody comes through in that while this should be necessary viewing for all high schoolers, the language and content keep this strictly PG-13 at least. The circumstances and emotional heft of some scenes even shook adults in the audience.

The story of the musical centers on the Healy family of suburban Connecticut. Mary Jane (Abigail Okerson) stays at home, recovering from a car accident, while husband Steve (Rex Wolfley) works extra hours in Manhattan to keep them afloat. Son Nick (Cole Hurt), a high school senior, has just been accepted to Harvard, while younger adopted sister Frankie (Desirae Brown) deals with being a Black girl in likely the most White circumstances in America. Fortunately, she has a girlfriend, Jo (Kelsey McDaniel), who couldn’t be more out but whose mother insists being gay is a “phase.”

With the arrival of Christmas break, Nick is invited by fellow members of the school swim team to a party (unsupervised, of course) at a classmate’s house. Frankie also goes, invited by new classmate Phoenix (Jacob Schilling), who admired her poetry; they quickly leave, neither liking all the noise and alcohol. Bella (Bridget Dean), who takes on an up-for-anything attitude to fit in, is last seen with popular and well-connected Andrew (Keaton McDorman).

Meanwhile, Mary Jane has been feeling herself drifting apart from her husband, as well as in constant pain as her meds aren’t working anymore. The pharmacy won’t fill another prescription, so she found pills elsewhere, while promising herself that she’ll start cutting her dose.

The next day, news of Bella’s sexual assault – cruelly spread by photos on social media – rocks the school and affects the Healy family in various ways. Everyone’s façade of perfection is shattering.

Like in life, this show has a number of lighter moments as well, aided by the more upbeat songs. The issue of irony in “Ironic” is thoroughly dealt with in a way that lets us know all involved understand how ironically unironic the song is, and that perhaps we should all just lighten up about it. “Head Over Feet” gets an appropriately charming moment as well. Still, this pill is indeed jagged, and the cast are fortunately all capable of the trademark Alanis “wail,” put to great use by McDaniel in “You Oughta Know” and Oakerson in an unforgettable performance of “Uninvited.”

The ensemble of Chloe Boelter, Ashley Chisler, Drew Hedges, Courtney Krauter, Halle Massingale, Joseph Massingale, DaSean McLucas, Larkyn Muth, Aiden Powell, Jade Radford, Matthew Sumpter, and Mary Kate Tanselle fill various roles, and frequently appear on stage as chorus. Aided by Kasey Walker Lewellyn’s excellent choreography, such scenes amplify the impact of the songs without being visually crowded. The ensemble work really shines in the appropriately disturbing new song, “Predator.”

Music director is Brent Marty, with orchestra managed by Al French. Sydnie Blair is stage manager, assisted by Chrysa Conley.

Lasley noted that, of course, no one had any idea when this musical was scheduled that the topic of public shame of and accountability for sexual assault would become as timely as it has in recent weeks. Still, understanding that it has always been an ongoing concern, he said from the first rehearsals onward he took extra measures for all cast members to feel the stage is a safe space. Actors who spoke after the performance expressed gratitude for this. Intimacy director Emily Rogge Tzucker, who has worked regularly with Civic, helped ensure that the performers would stay professional and not take on the trauma of their characters.

The sense of safety extends to the audience as well. Civic coordinated with Prevail, a local organization that supports victims of crime and abuse, to have one of their staff in the lobby during every performance of “Jagged Little Pill.” Audience members are free to leave during the show if they feel upset or overwhelmed and will have someone to talk to.

Performances are Friday through Sunday, Oct. 9-11, and Friday and Saturday, Oct. 16-17, in the Tarkington at the Allied Solutions Center for the Performing Arts in downtown Carmel. Get info and tickets at civictheatre.org or thecenterpresents.org.

CCP: Living in an idealized past not easy

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By John Lyle Belden

“Home, I’m Darling,” by British playwright and screenwriter Laura Wade, is not often seen outside the UK, where it’s set. However, the central character is captured by the nostalgia of the 1950s as envisioned by popular American television and movies, despite her having been born in England in 1980. 

Carmel Community Players presents a unique production of this Olivier Award-winning comedy at The Cat, directed by Nicole Ansler.

Judy (Lori Ann Gerdisch) and Johnny (Kevin Smith) appear to have the perfect happy marriage – if this were a black-and-white sitcom. Puttering around the kitchen in a pretty dress with pearls and a frilly apron, Judy seems happy to cook and clean at a home in which nearly all appliances and furniture date to the 1950s while Johnny, smartly dressed including a hat, goes to work as a real estate agent. The one concession to 21st century living is a laptop for ordering more vintage stuff online. She only listens to old records and watches old films on a disc player wired into a modified old telly, and has embraced the lifestyle to the extent that she rarely swears and finds herself surprised that Johnny’s boss Alex (Brynn Lee) is a woman.

Judy’s best friend Fran (Amalia Howard) is impressed at how clean the home is and notes her husband Marcus (Mike Sosnowski) wouldn’t mind her living a similar life – though she likes her job. On the other hand, Judy’s mother Sylvia (Barbara Babbitt), a diehard feminist, is quick to point out how uncomfortable she is with the whole situation.

This production includes a clever addition: To help intensify the surreal atmosphere – and give the cast more time for costume changes –there are various 50s-60s style TV commercials between scenes, presented with “Mad Men” charm by Tanya Haas and Mark Livingston, with Jason Creighton voicing the announcer. Products include yellow margarine, smooth-smoking cigarettes, and whitening toothpaste for those pesky yellow stains. Written by Amsler after receiving permission from Wade, these bits are among the highlights of the show. Haas even gets to perform an ad jingle.

This retro paradise quickly shows its flaws as money gets tight with Johnny not likely to get the promotion they were counting on. While Fran tries recipes and household hints from one of Judy’s old books, Marcus is caught in a situation that, in these days, gets more serious attention.

“Nostalgia used to be considered a mental disease” is said, and there seem to be deeper issues at play. This is especially true of Judy, whom Gerdisch plays with iron stubbornness tinged with fear. As we learn about her unusual childhood, her attachment to an idealized world becomes clear, edging on cautionary tale.

Meanwhile Johnny is finding himself disconnected from life, stuck more in an acted role than a voluntary lifestyle. Smith, who can’t help looking a bit like Don Draper, shows his manly strength in a rather un-50s manner, with a hope that he can still reach his time-warped wife.  

Howard charms with her supportive personality, though that trait gets sorely tested. While others play at living in the past, Sosnowski’s character Marcus is more of a throwback. Babbitt plays Sylvia as a loving and concerned mother who could grab a sign to join a march. Lee’s Alex is our anchor to the current era – modern suit, cell phone handy – not judging while focused on practical matters.

The choice was made by Amsler, to the relief of the cast, to not attempt British accents. With numerous idioms and references to English cities, there was no attempt to adapt the script to the U.S. (this story is good for practically any English-speaking culture, and has been staged in Australia). I feel this approach works, as it makes the play more relatable, and attempting the accents (especially considering regional dialects) could end up being distracting or even come off farcical, diluting the serious subtext of this already oddball comedy. Besides, the culture Judy is emulating is mostly American anyway.

Assistant directors are Laura Gellin, who is also intimacy coordinator, and Lauren Lotzow, who is also stage manager. The all-volunteer company did an excellent job of rounding up the various era-appropriate props and set pieces (helpers include Tom Smith, Susanne Bush, Charlie Hanover, and Dave Muse). Costume design is by Judy McGroarty.

A fun show with thought-provoking dark edges, “Home, I’m Darling,” has performances 7:30 p.m. Thursday (at a discount price) and Friday, 2:30 p.m. Saturday and Sunday at The Cat, 254 Veterans Way in downtown Carmel. For tickets, see carmelplayers.org or thecat.biz.

IBTC brings a place that’s closer than we think

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By John Lyle Belden

Indianapolis Black Theater Company presents the powerful drama, “Kiladelphia,” written and directed by DP Demarco.

He makes clear that this is not just a ‘hood in Pennsylvania, but a place found in cities large and small throughout America, plagued by street crime, drugs, and violence.  Throughout the play we see a memorial to a six-year-old girl at the place she was killed by a stray bullet. However, though it struggles, there is also hope here – and faith.

Neighbors Shawaakaatima and Ms. Jordan (Dena L. Toler and Da’Keisha Bryant) are visibly shook by the child’s death, while dealing with the growing independence of their own kids. Shawaakaatima’s son Jabarie (John Singleton) is doing well at the local college. Meanwhile, Teresa Jordan (Raniyah Bannon) is a good teen, however her friends include Shay Shay (Ayshah Matthews), a girl with big attitude and questionable character, and Taylor (Anaiah), who is nice, smart, and the younger sister of Q (Joshua Bruton), the second-in-command to gang leader Jamelle (LA).

The criminal element also includes Kima (Shenita Golder), Bones (Mahogani Johnson), and Malik (David Adams). Atiyyah Radford plays Derrick, Jabarie’s friend, as well as “Clean” – a street character who is anything but.  Jodi Holmes appears as a local police detective and the grieving mother of the little girl.

Jamelle is handsome and charismatic, with hundred-dollar bills peeking out of his pockets. And what he lacks in empathy he more than makes up in the drugs he sells. He sends away his addicted mother, Wanda (Anila Akua), and later takes advantage of naïve rich girl Erica (Shaudia Carter) – both financially and physically.

Not everyone will survive these events in an unflinching look at how easily the pursuit of good times can go very badly, including for the innocent. What feels like love or respect can be a trap. This is not a musical, but we do get a wonderful rendition of Stevie Wonder’s “Knocks Me Off My Feet” sung by Singleton, background music by Matt “Big Beatz” Franklin and Byran Hobbs, and an affective arrangement of the O’Jay’s “For Love of Money.”

We also find in the women and young Teresa a tested Christian faith. Rather than deliver a simple morality play, Demarco keeps it real with Jesus’ love not always accepted but still made available for one who is truly broken.

Performances feel real – even a larger-than-life person like Shay Shay is like someone you know – and at moments engage the audience directly, alerting us that these are events that need our attention here, and out in the larger world. Demarco said he has presented this play in several cities and was struck by how, when he mounted it in West Virginia including white cast members, he sadly didn’t have to change a thing.

Find “Kiladelphia” here in Naptown for one more weekend, Thursday through Sunday, Sept. 24-27, at The District Theatre. Get tickets at indydistricttheatre.org.

Breathless pace of ‘Lungs’ at District

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By John Lyle Belden

“That’s what drama is: watching a character make a decision.”

This quote by playwright Duncan MacMillan, from a 2016 interview, fits the style of his first celebrated play, “Lungs,” presented by new company ZED: Teatro at The District Theatre this weekend (Sept. 11-13).

MacMillan, known for his “Every Brilliant Thing,” engages different personal anxieties with this two-person drama which debuted in 2011. It asks, in entertainingly verbose fashion: When one is conscientious of all that is wrong with the world in the early 21st century, is it right to bring another life into the mix?

In the play’s typically minimalist staging, directed by Holly Hathaway Thompson, we witness a Man (Nathan Erdel) and a Woman (Linsey Babrick-Christie) in a very animated conversation. He, a musician, had suggested to her, a PhD student, that they could have a child together. Their shopping day at Ikea is completely ruined.

There follows a lot of “thinking out loud” in emotionally laden conversations and personal reflections. Being citizens of our globally connected era, concerns go beyond themselves to what’s happening with environment and the effects of corporate and political corruption. (MacMillan wisely sensed it would only get worse leading up to today.) There’s only so much one can do, and they are good people – “Are we good people?” – so, would a baby be condemned to future misery, or become the one who helps fix it?

This is more than a single discussion or argument. Time marches through a number of scenes, which follow one swiftly after another much as they will one day in hindsight. The back and forth between them feels natural – nothing resolved, yet ever moving forward as things must. Some humor grows organically from this, especially in “I didn’t mean to say that, well, yes I did…” moments. While there are disappointments, there is no malice.

Babrick-Christie and Erdel nimbly take on what must be an exhausting acting exercise. Moments come on hard and fast, heavy with hope and uncertainty, yet with an undercurrent of love – even when they aren’t acknowledging it. And with this very vulnerable human portrayal, we come to feel they are people we know, or want to.

As this posts, there are performances tonight and tomorrow afternoon in the intimate District Cabaret, 627 Massachusetts Ave., downtown Indianapolis. Get tickets at indydistricttheatre.org. Find ZED at zedteatro.org.

Distant conflict hits home in ‘Escalation Time’

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By John Lyle Belden

How you feel about October 7, 2023, will affect how you respond to “Escalation Time,” an intimate drama at The District Theatre, written by and starring Francesca Root-Dodson with Reuben Barsky and Ray Graham, directed by Molly Shayna Cohen.

East-coast liberal academics Zev (Barsky), a History professor approaching tenure, and Kate (Root-Dodson), an adjunct professor, are married and seem happy – though her wanting to have a child appears to be causing some tension. Then, on that October day, they witness the Hamas attacks in Isreal, just outside Gaza, on their televisions. As the world changes, so does theirs.

From a Jewish family, though non-practicing, Zev is moved by the horrors of the initial attack and hostage-taking. In the days to come, he embraces his heritage with others at the university as they deal with growing antisemitism.  

Kate, who is Russian and whose godfather, Classics professor Jim (Graham), was once part of the Weather Underground, feels for the citizens of Gaza who are caught in the ongoing conflict. She spends evenings with a student protest group, and the rest of her time glued to the videos of death and destruction on her smartphone.

However, this play is about more than global politics or the value of different peoples’ lives. These events strike at the faultlines that were already present, and easy to ignore, in Kate and Zev’s relationship. She is profoundly affected, and likely in need of mental health counseling – something he firmly doesn’t believe in. For his part, what had seemed just a contrarian streak shifts into more conservative attitudes he had ignored or kept hidden all along.

New Yorkers Root-Dodson and Barsky present their roles with well-practiced ease, allowing us to sense the love between their characters, as well as the pain of its fracturing. Local actor Graham, his character wizened and with a “terrorist” past, brings a unique perspective. Being three persons in America yet without strict allegiance to it helps us see their feelings on events half a world away more clearly.

The stage set is the couple’s living room, appropriately littered with multiple stacks of books. Thousands of words surrounding them, yet solutions remain elusive and communication a battle.

“Thought provoking” is an understatement for this engaging piece of theatre. “Escalation Time” has performances Thursday, Friday and twice Saturday, May 21-23, at The District Theatre, 627 Massachusetts Ave., Indianapolis. Get tickets at indydistricttheatre.org.

Strange ‘Dream’ reflects coming reality

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By John Lyle Belden

I remember when The Year 2000 was used to reference the future. Now it’s history.

In movies and literature – ever since the play that gave us the word “robot” – we imagined living side by side with technology. Now it autonomously delivers our packages. We hold conversations with computers.

From this world of tomorrow swiftly becoming today comes “Your Name Means Dream,” by Josè Rivera, presented by Jewish Theatre Bloomington.

Aislin (Diane Kondrat) lives alone in New York’s East Village. Every conversation with her adult son results in an argument, so her grandkids no longer visit. Out of concern for her advancing age, declining health, and the fact she washes down her prescriptions with Jack Daniels, he has sent her a state-of-the-art assistant, Stacy (Valerie C. Kilmer), which looks like a young woman but is a synthetic robot body with an AI brain.

“I am beautiful and creepy.”

After a wild (for them) and funny (for us) start, Aislin gradually comes to accept the presence of this talking “toaster” that says it wants to help her live a fuller life, soon seeing “it” as “her.” Taking on those improvements, especially losing the bottle of Jack, is another matter.  

Under the careful direction of Martha Jacobs, both actors take characters that we would have issues with and make them strangely charming.

During a talkback afterward Kondrat said, smiling, that this may be the most F-bombs she’s ever had to utter in a single script. While consistently profane, Aislin is not always angry. She does express frustration at her life, her son, the loss of her husband years ago, and herself, as well as her faux-human companion. However, moments of introspection slip through, as well as compassion at the prospect of actual loss. Those who are familiar with the addicted can see the contradictions of personality here. While her internal circuitry is biological, she is also subject to “glitching” in her own way.

Kilmer delivers an outstanding performance, never breaking character though as Stacy “learns” her movement becomes more fluid and she even picks up some of Aislin’s colorful language. With her perfect memory, we get a lot of callback references that work with the story. To be purely robotic, though not a trained dancer, Kilmer credits an acting class in which she was encouraged to practice isolating individual parts of her body, creating the notion that under-skin servos rather than smooth muscles control her movement. In preparing, she said she paid close to herself and considered how to remove the human element from each action or expression. This precision also shows in full-body character work as she mimics both the movement and voice of Aislin’s son when they communicate through Stacy’s phone app.

While there are some hilarious interactions, there is the underlying stress natural to a situation in which an AI-controlled machine that can bench-press hundreds of pounds and has no soul (the AOS [“Approximation of Soul”] upgrade comes in her next model, she says) is alone with a person with fragile body and mind. Aside from malfunction, there is a risk of hacking by the Skinjobs anti-robot organization.

Post-show discussion brought out various reactions to this engaging and thought-provoking play. While they address serious aspects of technology providing personal assistance for the elderly and differently abled, a process well under way in the off-stage world, there was also genuine affection for the comic interaction between the curmudgeon and the android. Some comments declared this a sort of 21st-century “Odd Couple.”

I personally saw the deeper questions posed by films such as “Blade Runner,” questions of identity and self, both among humans and those programed to emulate them. This was reflected in Stacy’s relating a sort of muscle-memory of a previous, very different, “life.” The policy of her maker, the tech corporation Singularity, is to completely eliminate its imprinted identity after use so that the unit can be refitted for whatever service the next customer wants. “I will not outlive you.”

Though Aislin is Irish-Croation and Catholic, and Stacy allegedly soulless, the board of Jewish Theatre of Bloomington felt this is an important work to bring to the public due to its examination of identity and humanity. As the human character puts it, “I contain multitudes, bitch!”

We are grateful for the opportunity to experience this.

Remaining performances are Saturday and Sunday, May 16-17, at the Waldron Rose Firebay theater, 122 S. Walnut St., Bloomington. They are technically sold out, but tickets might become available. Information at jewishtheatrebloomington.com.

Fateful decisions divide father and son in ALT drama

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By John Lyle Belden

We all have feelings about the events of Jan. 6, 2021, in Washington, D.C. We all have opinions. In “Fatherland,” the intense 90-minute drama by Stephen Sachs, the only ones that matter belong to two men – a father and son from Texas. One was the first up a set of Capitol steps that day; the other contacted the FBI.

Based on actual proceedings, evidence, and public statements in a U.S. District Court trial, American Lives Theatre presents this play at the IF Theatre, directed by Jacob David Lang, assisted by Madison Pickering.

The main set piece is the witness stand where a 19-year-old man, played by Matt Kraft, testifies against his father, portrayed by Scott Russell.  Built by Josh Morrow and Tony Board, the wooden structure seems solid, but its cracks are evident and reveal in splendid visual metaphor the slow fracture of the father-son relationship as past events are recalled. Various jagged pieces open and stay that way, like unhealed wounds.

The production is aided immensely by video projections, including footage of the Jan. 6 events, which were designed by Paully Crumpacker, assisted by Preston Dildine.

Jenni White portrays the U.S. District Attorney prosecuting this case. Confident and feeling the facts are on her side, she guides the son’s testimony, which in turn narrates the story of what brought us all to this point. Joshua Ramsey plays the Defense Attorney, smugly trying to confuse and discredit this principal witness.

Kraft gives an excellent portrayal of a young man deeply conflicted. He feels the division in his family, he fears what his father might do – to others, to himself, and to him – and above all he feels guilty. Regardless of whether the guilt for turning in his father is justified, it feels real to him.

Russell presents a complex man who has been reduced to a simple ideology. He is intelligent, widely traveled, and until recently successful as an oil well engineer. A reduction in active production left him without work, without purpose. Accepting without question that Donald Trump was as successful as portrayed, a copy of “Art of the Deal” ever in his hand, he not only embraced the MAGA culture, but also joined the Texas Three Percenters. The radical far-right organization intensified his fears for the future of America and primed him for the possibility of violent conflict. Russell gives us a man with cocky energy, a growing fanaticism he mistakes for patriotism, feeding his already-present anxieties. Through his son’s words, we see the slow but steady process that led to this man – convinced he would be a hero – joining the mob assaulting the U.S. Capitol.

Unlike other courtroom dramas, the most important aspect of this production is the examination of what brought these two men to the place we find them in 2022, their feelings, beliefs, attitudes, as well as what has changed – and hasn’t. Not noted, as it happened more recently, is that any guilty verdicts have been negated by Presidential Pardon in 2025.

Still, we do hear the results. The jury, in fact, includes us in the audience. We aren’t literally called on to vote, but are given much to deliberate on as we exit the theatre.

One weekend remains of “Fatherland,” an important piece of theatre for which we are grateful to ALT artistic director Chris Saunders for bringing to Indy. Performances are 7:30 p.m. Friday and Saturday, 3 p.m. Sunday, May 1-3, at the IF (home of IndyFringe), 719 E. St. Clair St., Indianapolis. Get tickets at indyfringe.org, info at americanlivestheatre.org.

Situation of sensitivities tests couple in TOTC premiere

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By John Lyle Belden

How do you strive to do better in a rude and judgmental world without falling into snap judgements, and even, ironically, coming off rude? This conundrum comes with a dose of deeper issues in the dark comedy, “St. Sebastian.”

This Indianapolis premiere is the first full production by That Other Theatre Company, directed by company founder Jay Hemphill. The play by nationally known locally-based playwright Andrew Kramer grapples with bittersweet humor a collision of left-of-center issues including gentrification, race, and LGBTQ, as well as personal trust and faith.

Gay couple Ben (Eric Olson) and Gideon (Joe Wagner) have moved into a house with plans to fix it up and “flip” it. Ben, a former priest who works full-time on the renovation, feels glad to have gotten this foreclosure for a low price at auction. However, Gideon, a younger man who works as a DEI sensitivity trainer, discovers to his dismay that their home is in Robbins, Ill., one of the most notable historically Black towns in America. And Ben and Gideon are white.

Ben encounters a local youth, Rueben (Jy’Ierre Jones), checking out his new neighbors. Finding no ill will either way, Ben soon pays Rueben to do some yard work and odd jobs. Gideon’s extreme reactions reflect current sensibilities while betraying feelings he is reluctant to acknowledge.

The narrative plays out in a series of fairly short scenes, giving snapshots of the plot’s progression. Some elements are given without resolution, such as the padlock on the closet, and the broken window. Does the neighborhood dog (unseen) signify something, or is he just a friendly stray? Perhaps these are reminders that in real life, not everything we encounter has some higher meaning.

Much of the focus is on the love between Ben and Gideon, with honest passion and tested like that of any couple (gay, straight or otherwise). Learning the origin of their relationship could make you uncomfortable, yet Olson and Wagner make their feelings genuine. Their individual perspectives surprise them, with bitter disagreement over what were common goals. Wagner makes Gideon’s overthinking nature a source of both humor and tension.

Jones gives us an interesting, complex character. He is a teen who likes to paint action figures, a neighbor whose presence hints at a past connection to this house. He is curious and a bit insightful, but still a kid.

The title refers to an early Catholic saint, usually pictured as a young man tied to a tree and pierced with arrows, having the honor (or misfortune) to be martyred twice. Noting St. Sebastian’s more recent embrace by the LGBTQ community, Gideon keeps a small statue as a prized possession.

While you may not learn “How Not to Be a Gentrifier,” you might glean an insight into human nature under modern pressures. A show that’s sure to spark some conversations, “St. Sebastian” runs through Feb. 8 on the Basile main stage of the IF Theatre, 719 E. St. Clair St., Indianapolis. Get tickets at indyfringe.org.

Southbank ‘Crucible’: It’s not the witches we should fear

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By John Lyle Belden

In times of turmoil, people turn to faith either for hope or, too often, to look for monsters. Such was 1692 in Massachusetts Colony, when the blending of the Puritan church and state led to tragic hysteria. Such also was the 1950s, when the Red Scare inspired playwright Arthur Miller to look back to America’s genuine witch hunt to give us “The Crucible.”

In 2025, with political chaos and crisis churning daily, Southbank Theatre mounts a production of Miller’s play with an incredibly talented and dedicated cast. The period script with a more contemporary look bridges these eras, emphasizing this story’s relevance.   

Mostly true to the historical events, the play begins with girls engaged in a mesmerizing, mysterious dance. The Rev. Parris (Doug Powers) happens upon them, and in the shock of being caught in such forbidden activity – the dancing alone being punishable – his young daughter Betty (Ellie Richart) falls unconscious. Parris is furious, not just at what appeared to be a secret rite with some participants possibly naked, but more that his slave Tituba (Kayla Bush) was leading it and his niece and ward Abigail Williams (Hannah Embree) was involved.

Word quickly spreads around the village of Salem, including rumors of witchcraft. Occult expert Rev. John Hale (J. Charles Weimer) is called in to bring calm, but instead he sees signs of the Devil at work. When pressed for an explanation, Tituba fears for her life and tells the men what they want to hear. Arrests, interrogation, trials – and finally, executions – will follow.

Farmer John Proctor (Brian G. Hartz) tries to stay uninterested; however, he had recently had an affair with Abigail, who feels she should take the place of his wife Elizabeth (Morgan Morton) and lists her as an accomplice in her “confession” to witchcraft (giving names being a necessary step to avoid hanging). Also, the Proctors’ servant Mary Warren (Liz Carrier) has been attending and testifying at the court hearings.

We also meet Thomas and Ann Putnam (Darin Richart and Afton Shepard), wealthy landowners with both financial (property of witches is seized and sold) and spiritual (most of their children died in infancy) interest in goings-on. Francis Nurse (James Mannan) finds his wife, the midwife Rebecca (Adrienne Reiswerg) accused. Giles Corey (David Mosedale) likewise sees his innocent inquiry about his own wife jeopardizing their lives. The “bewitched” girls include Susanna Walcott (Mariah Rae Pearson) and the Putnams’ servant Mercy Lewis (Lauren Lotzow).

Director Eric Bryant plays Deputy Governor Thomas Danforth, the lead magistrate, assisted by Judge Hathorne (Paige Scott), with Ezekial Cheever (Matthew Socey) as clerk of the court. Deputy John Willard (Ian Hauer) finds himself having to arrest his friends and neighbors.

When what is and isn’t Christian – or demonic – are matters of law, they must be defined for the sake of enforcement. Modern concerns in the rise of Christian nationalism are echoed in the Puritan inquiries of this drama. The dynamics of power and privilege, or its lack, propel the plot in a situation that ironically becomes devoid of both magick and the mercy of Christ.

Hartz and Morton give powerful performances as the Proctors, finding the courage for their final ordeal. Embree sharply portrays a manipulative girl driven by youthful fantasy, tinged by a genuine fear for her life. Powers gives us the well-meaning local minister, frustrated by what he saw as a lack of respect, now compounded by events going further out of his control.

Bush and Carrier each show the horrors of being powerless with choices that condemn you no matter what you do. Reiswerg appropriately presents a person resolute in her convictions. Unfortunately, so do Bryant and Scott as uncompromising judges. Weimer gives the most complex performance, as a man who finds evil not in an entity but in unbudging egos, leading him to forego his own.

“The Crucible” tests its characters, as well as our own attitudes, a necessary exam for our own time.

Performances resume Wednesday and Thursday (Oct. 29-30), then Saturday and Sunday (Nov. 1-2) at Sheldon Auditorium, 1000 W. 42nd St., Indianapolis (southwest corner of Butler University campus). Get info and tickets at southbanktheatre.org.