DeSean McLucas

Eclipse: ‘80s comedy so ‘very’ dark

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By John Lyle Belden

Summer Stock Stage opens its season with an Eclipse production of “Heathers: The Musical,” based faithfully on, if not the greatest, the most brutally honest Generation X teen movie.

Up front I must note that themes of teen alienation, bullying, homophobia, and especially suicide are essential to the plot, with the latter vital to the dark satire of this story. Those who saw the 1989 film, starring Winona Ryder, Christian Slater and Shannen Doherty, will understand, those who haven’t and could be triggered should exercise caution.

“Dear Diary…” Our central character and narrator is Veronica (Taryn Feuer), who sees senior year of high school as a final endurance run before escaping its toxic culture. Cruel classmates like jocks Kurt and Ram (Hayden Elefante, DeSean McLucas) pick on the weak and odd, like her friend Martha (Kallie Ann Tarkleson) so she has a plan: get in good with the elite clique – the Heathers.

Heather Chandler (Isabella Agresta) is awful, and in charge; Heather Duke (Micah Friedman) is Chandler’s number-one bitch and heir apparent; and Heather McNamara (Kha’Lea Wainwright) is a cheerleader.  

Enter the pale, dark-haired stranger, J.D. (Charlie Steiner), just the right mix of well-read loner and budding psychopath to turn Veronica on and lead her down a path of deadly events that has her wondering: Is she going to Prom – or to Hell?

The adults, of course, are next to useless, including aging hippie teacher Ms. Fleming (producer and program artistic director Emily Ristine). Eric J. Olson portrays ineffective Principal Gowan and a couple of father roles. Jared McElroy also plays dads, as well as Coach Ripper. Cora Lucas steps in as Veronica’s Mom.

The student body includes Lucas, Ben Holland, Elijah Baxter, Olivia Broadwater, and Jane Kaefer.

The musical’s songs, excellently performed, reflect the plot beats of the movie, such as “Our Love is God,” and don’t feel out of place. The dark comedy helps to bring the story together and make its elements – a foreshadowing of too many headlines between that year and now – easier to take. Still, director Maria Amenabar Farias pulls no punches.

Feuer is excellent in a role that is not quite hero, not quite victim, and we believe her and empathize when she wishes she could just put all this aside and “be Seventeen.” Tarkleson gives a brave portrayal of one who smiles through her pain, but can only take so much. Agresta emanates dark power as the kind of alpha who doesn’t let a small thing like death keep her from commanding the stage.

Steiner gets the brooding aspects of his boy with delusions of antihero down even better than Slater in the film. He lets J.D’s dysfunction creep up on Veronica so she doesn’t realize until it’s too late she’s truly a “Dead Girl Walking.”

A darkly comic epic where bad attitudes and good intentions can both have tragic ends, “Heather: The Musical” (by Laurence O’Keefe and Kevin Murphy, based on the screenplay by Daniel Waters) has one more weekend of performances, Friday through Sunday (Thursday is sold out), June 9-11, at the Phoenix Theatre Cultural Centre, 705 N. Illinois St., downtown Indianapolis. For info and tickets, see phoenixtheatre.org.

Houston-inspired musical at Footlite

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By Wendy Carson         

 I’ll begin by noting that neither John nor myself have seen the movie, “The Bodyguard,” which is the source for the musical of the same name, now on stage at Footlite. That said, this review will focus solely on the merits of the stage show, and not be complicated by comparisons that film fans will make. I was told that there were a few changes made for the story flow, but those are for others to examine and recount.

The overall plot is basic: Obsessed fan threatens pop star and experienced bodyguard is hired to protect her. Add to this a few ambition issues and romantic subplots, and the whole thing could easily boil down to a cheesy “Hallmark Movie” – yet somehow it all works together quite well. I found myself actually charmed by the spectacle.

No matter your personal opinion of Whitney Houston, she had a fierce voice. With the majority of the songs presented being what might be considered personal anthems, the show’s success or failure heavily lands on the actress/singer playing her role. Fortunately, Angela Nichols-Manlove fills those shoes almost effortlessly. She fully brings out the headstrong sassiness of Houston’s character Rachel while still showing her vulnerable side.

RC Thorne gives the titular character the firm determination of the profession but manages to highlight the fear that drives him in this endeavor. He brings believable life to the hard-boiled exterior with a soft heart archetype.

JB Scoble as The Stalker was appropriately creepy. I was quite impressed with the choreography of his interactions with various characters during the scenes he shared. However, I never felt as though the script tried to adequately explain his motivation and backstory. This weakness of the source material aside, Scoble and director Bradley Allan Lowe made our mystery man appropriately menacing.

Young Cairo Graves as Rachel’s precocious son, Fletcher, is the breakout star of the show. His talent at not stealing every scene he is a part of (which he could quite easily do) was as impressive as his scope of abilities. He is a true triple-threat who we could see delighting us for many years to come.

Melissa Urquhart is also sharp as Rachel’s sister, Nicki, around whom much of the plot twists. Additionally, she provides a powerful voice on a couple of numbers.

At our performance, Lowe ably stepped in for a supporting actor Shalmon Radford, who fell ill. (Hopefully, Radford will return this weekend.) The cast also includes Sam Hill, Robert Dooley, Carolyn Lynch, and Miranda Nehrig. Backing singers and dancers were Anya Andrews, Damaris Burgin, Kaylee Johnson Bradley, Kendell Crenshaw, Azia Ellis-Singleton (Nicki understudy), Suzana Marmolejo (Rachel U/S), DeSean McLucas, Jada Radford, and Ryley Trottier.

Whether you are a fan of the movie, or of Whitney, or just want to see something different and upbeat, this is a show that will bring you laughs, possibly tears, and make you sing along in joy.

For “All the Man That I Need” (and other hits), see “The Bodyguard,” by Alexander Dinelaris (based on a screenplay by Lawrence Kasdan), playing through March 19 at Footlite Musicals, 1847 N. Alabama St., Indianapolis. Get tickets and info at Footlite.org.

Footlite gets truly ‘Wild’

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By John Lyle Belden

In 1928, Joseph Moncure March published his narrative poem, “The Wild Party,” a tale of Prohibition Era excess that was shocking at the time, and still quite racy. Taking the notion of living well as the best revenge to its debauched extreme, the story has been made into a film and at least two stage shows. The musical with book, music and lyrics by Andrew Lippa premiered in New York in 2000.

Now, “Andrew Lippa’s Wild Party” has taken over the stage of Footlite Musicals, directed by Bradley Allan Lowe. 

Queenie (Nina Stilabower) “was a blonde” with extreme sexual appettes. She would find them sated by fellow vaudeville performer Burrs (Joseph David Massingale). But she gets jaded, and he takes things too far. Thus, hoping for both excitement and a chance to embarrass her lover, Queenie proposes they throw a party. And with a guest list familiar with a wide range of sin, things are bound to get very, very wild.

Among those who show up for a long night of loud phonograph jazz, cocaine, and bathtub gin are Madeline (Miranda Nehrig) the lesbian, Eddie (Daniel Draves) the pugilist, Mae (Karen Hurt) Eddie’s gal, Jackie (Cameron Hicks) the dancer, Brothers D’Armano (Connor Chamberlin and Isaac Becker) the lovers and musical producers, Dolores (Aprille Goodman) the hooker, and Nadine (Lauren Frank) the minor. Fashionably late comes vivacious Kate (Logan Hill) with her date, Mr. Black (Allen Sledge).

Also occupying the stage for much of the show are Ervin Gainer, Logan Laflin, Claire Slaven, DeSean McLucas, Grant Craig, Jacoba White, Job Victor Willman, Anna Lee, Reno Moore and Tessa Gibbons. True to the title, the cast create a visual cacophony throughout most of the scenes, with some appropriate freezes when the action focuses on a solo or duo. Prior to the party, many stand by (and sing and dance) as a chorus mostly unseen by Queenie and Burrs. When the party gets going, there is a lot happening.

Lippa putting his own spin on the text, creating a mostly sung-through musical, didn’t seem to do the original verse any favors. Since March gave various characters the spotlight in the poem, it translated to Queenie and Burrs’ songs mostly advancing the plot, while the most memorable numbers are asides with supporting characters. Nehrig puts in the best performance with Madeline’s comic sapphic lament “An Old-Fashioned Love Story.” Draves and Hurt charm with Eddie and Mae’s “Two of a Kind.” The D’Armanos give us a fun digression, with Queenie and Burrs, presenting part of their saucy Biblical musical.

Stilabower and Massingale do very well as the leads, while Sledge adds surprising depth as Black develops feelings for Queenie, who surprises herself by reciprocating. Hill is dynamite, channeling the greatest redheaded comics in her portrayal of Kate. 

A note must be made of the show’s content. It goes beyond the swear words and the drunken fight (At this party? Who would have guessed?). This is the most mature content I’ve seen in a Footlite show – two words: choreographed rape. In movie terms, consider this a hard “R”. 

If you are familiar with the source material, or feel you are up for this kind of entertainment, check out the Wild Party through March 20 at 1847 N. Alabama St., Indianapolis. Info and tickets at footlite.org.