Epilogue opens entertaining ‘Present’

By John Lyle Belden

When it comes to the demands and frustrations of celebrity, with problems often of one’s own making and fueled by ego, the setting could be any era and major city – such as 1930s London. There, in the main room of a legendary actor’s luxury flat, we find Noël Coward’s “Present Laughter,” presented by Epilogue Players, directed by Catherine Mobley.

The title comes from Shakespeare, which isn’t significant to the plot but is the kind of indulgence that the main character – inspired by Coward himself – would appreciate.

Forty year-old West End star Garry Essendine (played by Brandon Wentz) has been quite busy. While preparing for a theatre tour of Africa, he extends assistance to young fans like Daphne Stillington (Breanna Helms) who has “lost her latchkey” and needs to spend the night at her place. You’d be surprised how often this happens. She emerges conveniently from the spare room – in his pajamas – to request breakfast from unfazed butler Fred (Jim Gryga) and the Swedish Spiritualist chain-smoking housekeeper Miss Erickson (Katherine LaTour).

We meet Garry’s inner circle, starting with long-suffering secretary Monica (Danielle Blair) and wife Liz (Veronique Duprey) who is happier living separately and keeping their relationship strictly business. There is also his manager, Morris (Gregory Roberts), and his producer, Hugo (David Shaul), whose hot wife Joanna (Shaun Ancelet) seems to have ambitions of her own.

A careless “sure, I’ll look at your play” has resulted in the appearance of obsessed, aspiring playwright Roland Maule (Ryan Moskalick). In addition, Lady Saltburn (Cathie Morgan) will arrive for what turns out to be a very eventful appointment.

These characters combine for a wild series of events that actually has someone asking, “Am I in a French farce?” Whatever you want to call it, this play presents us with a lot of opportunities to laugh.

Wentz makes Garry a rather likeable rogue who, while resisting middle age, shows some self-awareness of the consequences of a lifestyle he can’t help enjoying while also taking his vocation and status seriously. With a knowing smile, Duprey maintains Liz in the calm eye of whatever storm is whirling around, understanding her husband better than anyone. Likewise, Blair makes Monica a little jaded while cleverly keeping her boss in line. Helms and Moskalick keep things hilariously lively, each being persistently problematic in their own way. Ancelet makes Joanna devilishly appealing.

Effective set design by Andy Burnett and Melody Burnett makes the most of the intimate Epilogue stage. Mobley is assisted by Laura Duvall-Whitson; Jenny Braun is stage manager.

One weekend remains of “Present Laughter,” Thursday through Sunday, June 25-28, at 1849 N. Alabama St. (corner of 19th and Alabama), Indianapolis. Reserve tickets at epilogueplayers.com.

War ends but struggle continues for returning soldier

By John Lyle Belden

Center Stage Community Theatre of Lebanon, Ind., boldly presents the world premiere of the drama “Tail End Charlie,” by Joey Banks, directed by Matt Spurlock. This intense look at family dysfunction, mental health, and the hidden wounds of war might be considered daring for a small-town stage – yet apropos as it goes to the heart of the heartland with its setting in a fictional Lebanon-sized town (near Chicago), centered on a young man coming home from World War II.

But first, we see the soldier’s father (Tom Smith), his grasp on reality slipping, declaring both his sons are dead – Robert (Grant Craig), an Army Airman reported shot down over Normandy on D-Day; and elder son George (Davd A. Shaul), who lives but he chooses to see as a “ghost,” hated for costly alcohol and gambling addictions. Yet it is he, the old man, who will have passed away when our story gets under way the next summer, in 1945 with the War in Europe just ended.

Robert, who survived as a prisoner of war, gets home a little early, surprising his wife Dorothy (Sabrina Duprey) as she prepares the homecoming celebration. She is grateful to see him in the flesh, especially after the ordeal of being told he had perished the year before. George arrives with a cheerful greeting, but bad news: their father’s business, Dobson Manufacturing, which Robert would inherit and George managed in his stead, is in danger of being overwhelmed by big-city competitors. Remembering how his brother used to be, Robert rails at him for apparent incompetence until he sees the books himself – and the buy-out bids that would land them on their financial feet, as well as give a severance to the employees facing unemployment regardless.

As Robert mulls the difficult choices regarding his legacy, keeping at bay growing suspicions and unsettled memories, a slick character straight from a gangster flick (Matt McKee) walks in. The man says he’s Frank, a “friend” of George’s, who still owes him money.

Did George lie about giving up gambling? Or is Frank even real? The elder Dobson suffered from hallucinations, even calling one of them Frank, as his mental and physical health deteriorated. Is it just Robert’s overstressed mind, or is there something increasingly wrong with how his wife is behaving? Visits from Dr. Ross (Chris Taylor) offer little insight, though Robert feels confident enough while alone with him to relate haunting details from his crash and capture by the Germans.

Suspense and suspicion build to a tragic end, leaving us much to consider about the fragility of the mind, especially when forced to choose when there is no good choice. The play’s title refers to the vulnerable position of Robert’s aircraft, flying at the rear of the formation. In a way, his fortunes never get better.

Smith lends calm gravitas to the Dobson patriarch, even in a mental fog, delivering a scene that sets the play’s tone with a character whose lingering effect haunts both his sons. Shaul plays George in a way that deftly keeps us guessing – is this a redemption arc, or is he an exceptional liar? Duprey gives us a heartbreaking portrayal of “Dee,” a good-natured woman worn down by the stresses of the homefront, nearly broken with the news of the previous summer, and still struggling to do more than deal with other people’s circumstances.

Craig does well in giving us in Robert the soldier whose demeanor is not quite off the battlefield – survival reflexes now manifest in hair-trigger moods and snap reactions, compounded by the possibility of a sort of family curse, and the mental baggage he doesn’t dare unpack. Then there’s Frank, a merciless provocateur with the insight of a nagging conscience, which McKee plays with relish.

Language gets intense, though mostly PG-13; there is some impressively choreographed fighting; and we are alerted there will be a gunshot – the circumstances I’ll leave you to discover.

“Tail End Charlie” has two more weekends, July 25-27 and Aug. 1-3, at 604 Powell St. in Lebanon. Get tickets at centerstagecommunitytheatre.org.