Dija Renuka

Sherlock Holmes, as you’ve never seen her before

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By John Lyle Belden

A different, yet familiar, game is afoot at Mud Creek Players with “Miss Holmes,” by Christopher M. Walsh, based on characters by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, directed by Alaina Moore.

By changing the two lead characters to women – Sherlock Holmes (Kylie Adams) and Dr. Dorothy Watson (Kija Renuka) – other aspects of this Victorian-era story shift a bit as well. Holmes merely has to be her eccentric self to find herself in a mental ward, from which her brother, government agent Mycroft Holmes (Tanner Brunson) has to fetch her. Watson struggled to achieve her medical credentials and can only work at a charity hospital (it is her brother who served in Her Majesty’s Army). The hospital’s director, Dr. Anderson (Jennifer Kaufmann), brings the two together, leading to Holmes and Watson sharing the flat at 221-B Baker St., London.

Holmes’ deductive abilities have been mostly in the service of various women around the city, which brings Lizzie Chapman (Emma Fullen) to visit her about a threatening letter she received. Chapman’s husband Thomas (Brandon Wentz) is an Inspector with Scotland Yard, and known to be quite corrupt, though seemingly untouchable. The noble Inspector Geoffery Lestrade (Aaron Beal) has been keeping an eye on him, though.

Thomas Chapman had been married twice before, both dying under suspicious circumstances. Our detectives visit the mother of wife number two, Mrs. Eudora Featherstone (Jennifer Poynter), who has grown suspicious of everyone. Holmes also investigates the very shady Edwin Greener (Lark Green).

Oscar Otero plays Dr. Stamford, Watson’s suitor, as well as Mrs. Featherstone’s snooty nephew Reginald. Kaufmann also plays Holmes’ fussy housekeeper, Mrs. Hudson. Green appears as a doctor at Bedlam. Fullen also plays other roles.

With an excellent feel for the characters as we’ve come to know them in various media, a bit of sly social commentary, and appropriately cheeky humor, we get what Wendy and I think are one of the best performances of Holmes and Watson (of any gender) we’ve ever seen. Adams presents Sherlock’s quick genius and wit, at times impatient that us lesser brains aren’t keeping up, so well, it was as though Benedict Cumberbatch had coached her. Renuka has Watson prove to be his equal, in character if not in intellect, able to seize some moments herself. The unique bond of friendship they develop feels natural.

Brunson projects a confident air that makes it believable that he is both Sherlock’s brother and the keeper of Her Majesty’s secrets. Wentz is excellent as the villain, as Poynter is as a socialite. The others all acquit themselves admirably in their supporting roles – Green portraying likely the nicest thug you’ll ever meet, and Otero the most accommodating boyfriend.

Wendy adds that the mystery at the heart of the plot was also well presented.

This play felt like a well-made pilot to a series (and I’m happy to find that Walsh did write a sequel), a very entertaining and enjoyable take on the great detective. We highly recommend the services of “Miss Holmes,” performances Friday through Sunday, April 24-26, at the Mud Creek Players Barn, 9740 E. 82nd Street, Indianapolis. Get tickets at mudcreekplayers.org.

Where a life becomes a legacy: IBTC honors MLK with ‘Mountaintop’

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By John Lyle Belden

I have been to the Lorraine Motel.

The site near downtown Memphis, Tenn., where the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was assassinated, is now a monument and museum. Its façade was restored so that it is frozen in time to April 1968. This exterior, accessible to the public even when the museum is closed, has plaques and media to help visitors understand what happened there.

However, to see inside King’s room, you only need travel as far as Mass. Ave. in downtown Indy, for the Indianapolis Black Theater Company production of “The Mountaintop,” written by Katori Hall, directed by company artistic director Tijideen Rowley.

The audio as you take your seats at the main stage of the District Theatre is of King delivering the speech that gives the play its name. He relates the struggle for civil rights as a long historic journey, and famously likens himself to Moses of the Bible who was allowed to view the Promised Land from atop a mountain, knowing he would not go there himself.

Given what would happen the very next day, this rings prophetic, but King knew that the constant death threats, dissatisfaction within his own movement, and even harassment by the FBI would somehow catch up to him. In supporting a strike by Black sanitation workers and speaking out about Vietnam, as well as years of the work for which we honor him now, he was likely one of the most hated men in America. Perhaps, also, he thought he wouldn’t live naturally long enough to see real progress (could he have made it to 2008?).

Daniel A. Martin takes on King like a bespoke suit, shining with intelligence and charisma, but also just a man, troubles on his mind, who could really use a cigarette. He connects with home by the bedside telephone – after checking it for a bug – to hear the voices of his wife and daughter in Atlanta. Soon after, he is visited by a maid, delivering room service.

The beautiful young woman, Camae, is both deferential to the famous “Preacher King” and a bit sassy, which he can’t help liking. Her speech has an almost comical brokenness, peppered with occasional profanity and words that seem out of place. She is so much more than she seems.

Opening night featured a wonderful performance by Dija Renuka as Camae. Due to an unexpected health issue, her role is now played by prepared understudy Clarissa Michelle. (Standing by to understudy King is Bryan Ball.)

Hall, a Memphis native, gave the play rich details for Rowley and the cast to work with, humanizing a man now considered a saint, even by those who would have opposed him in his era. Martin delivers a genuine performance of a man confronting stages of grief for his life and, he fears, his legacy. Through him we see the toll the work has taken and the need for it to continue.

Serious as it all gets, there are moments of welcome humor, including absurd bits that work in context. Just pull out a stage-fake Pall Mall, and relax. Tomorrow, the baton of his race is in your hand.

Performances of “The Mountaintop” are Thursday through Sunday, Sept. 25-28, at the District, 627 Massachusetts Ave., Indianapolis. (Ball plays King on Thursday.) Get info and tickets at indydistricttheatre.org.