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Join Belfry for novelist’s life-changing homecoming

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By John Lyle Belden

We often find wit and wisdom in tragic moments, and in “Joined at the Head,” playwright Catherine Butterfield looked into an event in her own life for inspiration.

In the current production, presented by The Belfry Theatre at The Cat in Carmel, directed by Larry Adams, a 30-something writer’s return to her old hometown finds her connecting with an old flame, but with an interesting twist.

Maggie Mulroney (Kat Krebs) has finally written a bestseller, a novel about a father-daughter relationship she says is inspired by hers with her own father, who died from cancer years ago. Her bookstore tour brings her to Newbridge, Mass., where she grew up. While there, Jim Burroughs (Kelly Keller), her steady boyfriend in high school, calls to invite her to his house to catch up, and to meet his wife.

Curious and nervous, she goes. His wife, coincidentally named Maggy (Dana Lesh), was a cheerleader in the next-younger class and a straight-arrow personality, so not in the social circle of misbehaving Jim and Maggie. Now, she is in a loving marriage to Jim – and struggling with advanced cancer. Though an understandably awkward meeting at first (one of many humorous moments), they find they share some personality traits as well as homonym names.

As Butterfield’s proxy, Maggie also acts as narrator, frequently stepping up to the fourth wall to elaborate on the scenes. To keep her story straight, Maggy occasionally – to Maggie’s chagrin – steps up and ensures the narrative stays on track.

In various roles are the ensemble of Lexi Gray (including a charming Bed & Breakfast proprietor), Sammie Maier (including an appearance as Maggie’s mother), Sydney Heller (including a hospital nurse), Ben Lagow (including Raymond Terwilliger of PBS station WGBH’s “Best of Boston”), Ethan Pierce, and Zach Buzan.

The story goes to numerous settings, so the simple scenic design by Scott Post (decoration by Claudia Macrae) relies on the flow of the actors and lighting by Eric Matters to nimbly help us see them in whatever places our imagination fills in, aided by a clever single panel at the center of the back of the stage.

At Adams’ urging, the three leads delve into the serious complexity of their relatable characters. We’ve seen Keller in so many modes; this shows him at his most vulnerable as the devoted husband taking on Herculean tasks as best he can. Krebs’s Maggie finds herself as the novelist who apparently writes about others to avoid taking a deeper look at herself. Something about the encounter with her namesake starts her on a journey she is afraid to admit she’s taking. Lesh, who we’ve usually seen in a supporting role or in the director’s chair, really shows her command of the stage here. Given Maggy’s struggle, and the saintly good nature with which she confronts it, if this were Broadway she’d be up for a Tony.

While there is gentle dark humor to be had in this story, the plotline of advancing disease might be a challenge for some viewers, depending on one’s own experience. This is a story not only of one woman’s bravery, but of two other people engaging their own. As in other plays in this tragicomic sort of genre, cancer may take a person’s last breath, but it does not get the last word.

Performances of “Joined at the Head” are 8 p.m. Friday, 2 p.m. Saturday and Sunday (May 22-24) at The Cat, 254 Veterans Way, near the downtown Carmel Art & Design district. For info and tickets, go to thebelfrytheatre.com or thecat.biz.

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.

Famously psychological thriller at Center Stage

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By John Lyle Belden

“Gaslight” (a/k/a “Angel Street”), the Victorian thriller from the 1930s by Patrick Hamilton, is a rather straightforward story of deception, abuse, and murder. However, with the help of its 1940s film adaptations, the title is now a frequently used verb. Center Stage Community Theatre in Lebanon now brings us the original story, both to entertain and to give the pop-psych expression its context.

Jack and Bella Manningham (Daniel Ott and Stephanie Levell) do not have a healthy relationship, even by 1880s London standards. He controls her like a pet on a leash, not physically but with a more devastating verbal barrage, undercutting her self-confidence at every turn, making her uncertain of everything around her. He berates her in front of the servants, Elizabeth (Sarah Kennedy) and Nancy (Lauren Lotzow), and remarks on the beauty of the latter, a young woman whom it turns out he is secretly seducing.

And if Bella expresses her reservations about all this, she is reminded that her mother had gone mad, dying in Bedlam. It’s only a matter of time, he hints and she believes in constant fear, before she goes that way as well.

One night, a strange man (Adrian Blackwell) with a friendly yet urgent demeanor and a Scottish accent arrives while Jack is out for the evening, calling himself Rough, a former Sergeant and current Detective with Scotland Yard. He tells her of mysterious circumstances regarding the home they had not long ago moved into, how it was the site of a murder, coinciding with the disappearance of some precious jewels. In turn, she tells him her suspicions – how she hears footsteps in a locked room, and how the gas lighting dims on its own at certain times.

Given the mental baggage we bring in with the play’s title, especially given our present cynical era, we have to wonder: Is Det. Rough a real person? Is he an actual police officer? Is this Bella’s hope of rescue – or just prelude to institutionalization? And to what degree are the maids, especially eager Nancy, part of the plot?

Considering that clues such as a chair moved out of place could tip off Jack, his poor wife could be doomed, regardless.

Directed by Lori Raffel, the performances maintain the suspense and unreal nature of what is happening, keeping us invested in the outcome. Ott is consistently horrid, played in a way that we can’t be certain of Jack’s exact motive of driving Bella insane – lust, riches, sadism, or some combination. Blackwell, for his part, feels unreliable but at the same time Bella’s only real hope. Levell delivers an achingly compelling presentation of someone so mentally beaten while still nursing a little spark of hope. Kennedy is stoic as a stereotypical British butler, making her feelings and motives inscrutable, while Lotzow is the opposite, enjoying this twisted game.

The titular lights are part of a nice stage design by Christy Summersett and David Wines.

In all, this is an excellent look at a classic thriller, right down to the appropriately disturbing final scene.

Don’t let anyone convince you otherwise; you would like to see “Gaslight.” It is in its second weekend as we post this, concluding Friday through Sunday, May 15-17, at 604 Powell St., Lebanon. Get info and tickets at centerstagecommunitytheatre.com.

Rock solid ‘Amadeus’

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By Wendy Carson

Catalyst Repertory presents “Amadeus,” the Tony-winning drama by Peter Shaffer that imagines a deadly rivalry between composers Antonio Salieri and Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart.

For anyone who has seen the epic film version of this story (also by Shaffer), the thought of staging it on the small black-box stage of the IF Theater seems like utter madness. However, for director Casey Ross, it was just one more hurdle to overcome. Since the script details memories from the “deathbed confession” of Salieri to destroy Mozart, the need of lavish sets and huge orchestras is secondary to the plotting and intrigue of the story. Ross utilizes a more stripped-down set with gorgeous costumes and minimal props, which forces the actors to display an amazingly high level of skill, with the entire cast was more than up to the task.

The set, designed by Arden Foster Tiede, is like a flight of stairs that also suggests a balcony, an upstairs room or a throne chamber, positioned so as to require a new seating arrangement for this venue. As Ross also demonstrated with her unique staging of “Streetcar” in 2023, using vertical space in this manner profoundly opens up the small stage area, while maintaining its intimacy.

This simplicity helped me focus more on the actual dialogue and caused me to notice things that I had never considered in previous iterations. For instance, the show is titled “Amadeus” because that translates to “love of God,” which is the basis of the story. Although Salieri is convinced he made a bargain with God, these sorts of things fall more into the Devil’s milieu. Plus, since he believes that Mozart has been chosen by God, the desire to destroy such a vessel would just be a devilish delight as well.

For anyone familiar with Tristan Ross (no relation to Casey), and how he dominates every role, it was impressive to witness his ability to fade into the background when necessary and allow others to hold the spotlight as required. However, he also embodies the desperation and rage that his turn as Salieri requires.

As for the titular character of Mozart, Ian McCabe brings the role to life in a delightful manner. Being a child prodigy, it is highly likely that Mozart himself fell somewhere on the Autism spectrum and McCabe hints at this through his candor and confusion of others’ abilities. McCabe shows us a person who never really had a childhood, ironically never fully growing up, and who only desired to earn his father’s love – while easily manipulated into making choices that would prevent him from doing so.

While the story does revolve around the composers, the rest of the cast shines even in the smallest of roles. Michelle Wafford shows that regardless of her character’s commonplace background, Mozart’s wife Constanze Weber was a shrewd businesswoman who was ruthlessly in love with and devoted to her husband’s well being. The spectacularly angelic voice of Shelbi Berry Kamohara as Katerina Cavalieri shines throughout and perfectly compliments the power of Mozart’s music. Reno Moore and Jack Paganelli as Salieri’s spies in Vienna elevate what is normally thought to be lesser roles into vital moments throughout the narrative. Likewise, Yolanda Valdivia as the Cook and Brant Hughes as the Valet prove that one does not require speaking lines to bring forth a solid performance. However, nobody embodies this idea more than Alaine Sims as Teresa Salieri. With her heart-shaped lipstick and a flick of her eyes, she exudes volumes of dialogue unheard but greatly understood.

We also get solid performances from those in the court of Emperor Joseph II (David Mosedale), Mozart’s biggest – and in this company, nearly only – fan. Doug Powers as Rosenberg and Craig Kemp as Von Strack have little patience for the impish young man, while J. Charles Weimer as Von Swieten comes to regret bringing him into Masonic membership.

More allegory than history, the power of this production is tangible in its performance – so incredible that, like the Emperor, all we can say is a bewildered “There it is!”

Performances are Friday through Sunday, through May 17, at the IF, 719 E. St. Clair, Indianapolis. Info at catalystrepertory.org; tickets at indyfringe.org.

Fonseca: Diner serves up potential for redemption

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By John Lyle Belden

Regarding the comic drama “Clyde’s” by Lynn Nottage, presented by Fonseca Theatre, a famous 19th-century French quote used by the original Japanese “Iron Chef” series comes to mind: “Tell me what you eat, and I will tell you what you are.”

Or, as the serene chef of this roadside diner puts it, “What’s your favorite sandwich?”

Clyde (Chandra Lynch) is proprietor of the restaurant, of which we only see the kitchen. An ex-offender who doesn’t mind being offensive, she hires felon parolees who find themselves with nowhere else to go. Her demeanor is cruel, even abusive, with a belief that those convicted are forever unredeemable losers that would put Javert of “Les Misérables” to shame.

The zen-like sandwich master Montrellous (Jamaal McCray) raises the crafting of ingredients between slices of bread to art bordering on philosophy. While exacting in his process, he takes pleasure in the simple fact that truckers come from miles around just to have one of his delicious creations. His co-workers come to embrace his approach, desiring to make their own perfect sandwich that “tastes like the truth.”

Clyde, of course, scoffs at this but doesn’t mind the business their unique menu brings in.

Also working the kitchen are Rafael (Ian Cruz) with a robbery conviction and a 12-Step sobriety chip; Tish (Shandrea Funnye) who was busted for drugs while caring for a daughter with medical issues; and Jason (Dave Pelsue) who has a temper, an assault conviction, and Aryan tattoos (which, him being the only White person present, doesn’t go over well with the others).

Director Josiah Ray McCruiston infuses this production with his devotion to good storytelling. We see in every character the distinct fears of the formerly incarcerated, their anxiety over the mistrust and misuse by those they know in the outside world, dealing with the sense that such treatment is deserved, striving to somehow make their lives – if not better – at least worth carrying on. Trust must be rebuilt; anger must be discarded; the act of making something nourishing can be nourishing itself.  

Fortunately, while there are cutlery and dishes, the food itself is mimed. This not only aids the ephemeral nature of its making (and it’ll never look better than it does in our imagination) but also this busy kitchen would generate a lot of food waste over several performances, and the smell would just make us all in the audience hungry. Kudos to Bernie Killian for the set design of this convincingly clean and cozy diner kitchen, complete with order-up window at the back. Paully Crumpacker’s lighting and Ben Dobler’s sound are also commendable.

As I’ve indicated, this is about so much more than making a great sandwich, but it also gets you thinking: What’s your favorite?

Bon Appetit. Performances are Fridays at 7 p.m., Saturdays at 4 p.m., and Sundays at 2 p.m., through May 17, at 2508 W. Washington St., Indianapolis. Get info and tickets at fonsecatheatre.org.

ATI shines with story of faded star

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By John Lyle Belden

Actors Theatre of Indiana gives us a “new way to dream” in an old story, the musical “Sunset Boulevard” by Andrew Lloyd Webber with Don Black and Christopher Hampton, based on the 1950 classic noir film co-written and directed by Billy Wilder.

The movie, which the book of the musical closely follows, starred former silent film star Gloria Swanson (who, unlike her character Norma Desmond, did manage a transition to “talkies”) and William Holden, giving them, Wilder and the film Oscar nominations. It’s also notable for ending with one of the most famous lines in the history of film.

Our Norma is played splendidly by Judy Fitzgerald, joined by the return of fellow ATI co-founder Don Farrell as her butler Max. Being a film noir story, someone will die violently; struggling script writer Joe Gillis (Luke Weber) tells us what leads up to that moment.

After a couple of numbers about the high-pressure hassle of getting a movie produced and made, Joe leaves the Paramount studios – dodging husky repo men after his car – and ends up in the driveway of a large old mansion on Sunset, where he finds an aging movie star about to hold a funeral for her pet chimpanzee.

Promised ample pay, Joe agrees to edit the script Norma has written for her cinematic return (not a “comeback,” she insists). He quickly sees that she is delusional and the pages unfilmable, but he gets to stay at the mansion, so he does. Meanwhile, at Paramount, he works with his friend Artie Green’s (Calvin Bernardo) fiancé Betty Schaefer (Deborah Mae Hill) on an actually promising script for a “Girl Meets Boy” romance.

We also meet various Hollywood folks played by Scot Greenwell, Keith Potts, Megan Arrington-Marks, Brooklyn Stewart, Corey Rudell, Peter Scharbrough, and Eric Olson, who also charmingly portrays legendary director Cecil B. DeMille.

Being set in 1949-50, there are a lot of stage cigarettes. The mood is also set by black-and-white film projections of the era, designed by Joey Mervis. Director Michael Blatt has this typically larger than life musical adapt to the intimate space of The Studio Theater with the help of a flexible set design by Jay Ganz. It hints at the artificiality of Hollywood with pieces at times folding shut like they are part of a backlot studio, other times revealing the worn splendor of Norma’s home.

Musical director is Ginger Stoltz and choreographer is Carol Worcel. Fitzgerald and Weber provide appropriately big bold voices for this big musical, with Farrell’s practically operatic.

There is also a fair amount of humor, mainly directed at the foibles of the movie biz. Norma’s mental decline, meanwhile, is taken more seriously, a contrast that aids the slow-boil suspense.  And it will all lead to that iconic spoken line.

For a look at the dark side of the movie biz, where even “the Greatest Star” can become left behind, see the beautifully tragic “Sunset Boulevard,” Wednesdays through Sundays through May 10 at the Allied Solutions Center for the Performing Arts in downtown Carmel. For tickets, visit atistage.org or thecenterpresents.org.

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.

CCP presents Grand adventure

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By John Lyle Belden

The play “Men on Boats” by Jaclyn Backhaus is pretty much that – some men who rode on boats going downriver. And yet it is so much more.

Produced by Carmel Community Players, directed by Samantha Kelly, this is about the 10-man excursion on the Green and Colorado Rivers in 1869, the first U.S. government sanctioned expedition to and through the Grand Canyon in present-day Arizona. For this manly feat of bravery, persistence, and luck, the play is cast with all women actors.

Seeing them acting as men, their demeanor as serious as the characters they portray regarded their mission, works in a curious way. It helps that we are accustomed, in the arts as well as in life, to seeing women being strong for each other and intrepid when faced with challenges. It bypasses any sense of machismo, making this adventure more human and relatable. It also gives the character of expedition leader Maj. John Wesley Powell, who lost an arm in the Civil War, a sort of maternal aspect as he led by his wits and wisdom rather than physical prowess.

Powell (Barb Weaver) arranged for four boats, fully provisioned, for the journey. He brought along his older brother, Walter “Old Shady” Powell (Wendy Brown), as well as hunter John Colton Sumner (Kelly Hutchings), who led the first boat; William Dunn (Desiree Black), who becomes a sort of second-in-command; George Young Bradley (Sarah Arthur); O.G Howland (Katarina Zack); Seneca Howland (Victoria Garcia); William Robert Hawkins (Nick Chase); Andrew Hall (Kenzie Wright); and English adventurer Frank Goodman (Ozzie Buttler). While the lands they passed through were familiar to many of European ancestry, with some (including Mormon pioneers) already in settlements, they would be the first to traverse through on the river (rediscovering what Native peoples had seen for millennia), provided they survived the voyage.

Based on Powell’s journals, there is no need for fictional drama as the rapids and falls they traveled over provided plenty. The loss of one of the boats and dwindling provisions provided plenty of tension, with multiple discussions – and arguments – over whether to continue. Powell held firm in his resolve, strengthening most of the others, and respected the wishes of those who left the party.

The cast’s sincere portrayals, with the clever use of “boatveralls” (boat representations designed and built by Kristina Lawyer and Broden Irwin) to perform their movement on the rough waters, help us feel the rush of riding rapids and waterfalls, as well as maneuvering potentially deadly hazards. We get the quirks of individual personalities, including Sumner’s mountain-man mystique, Goodman’s constant nervous chatter, and Old Shady’s campfire songs.

It’s sometimes said that the best man for the job is a woman. See an entertaining take on that concept in “Men on Boats,” with performances Thursday and Friday evenings, Saturday and Sunday afternoons, April 23-26, at The Cat, 254 Veterans Way in downtown Carmel. Get info and tickets at carmelplayers.org.

IBTC: True incident inspires Morisseau drama

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By John Lyle Belden

“Southern trees bear strange fruit / Blood on the leaves and blood at the root…”

These lyrics, written by a white activist and made famous by legendary Black singer Billie Holiday, lend a theme to a drama by acclaimed playwright Dominique Morisseau, “Blood at the Root,” presented by Indianapolis Black Theater Company at The District Theatre, directed by Daniel A. Martin.

The plot is heavily based on the 2006 “Jena 6” controversy in which six Black high school students were tried as adults after arrests for beating a White student. The altercation was part of a series of events that suggested racial tensions were a factor. Morisseau’s play is set at Cedar High in a fictional Louisiana town standing in for Jena, a city of around 3,000 located in the Mississippi River Delta region north of Baton Rouge.

Raelynn (Kelly Kel) wants to do something bold for her senior year. With the encouragement of her best friend Asha (Morgan Damato), she decides to run for class president, which if successful would make her the first Black student in the office. She also decides to go sit under Old Devoted, a huge old oak tree where the “cliques” (“White” is unsaid but understood) hang out. Two other students join her.  

At the student newspaper, reporter Toria (Samantha Resnick) is constantly in trouble for seeking controversial topics – adding her opinions in the process – in her zeal to become a “real journalist.” Justin (Matt Ball), the student editor, sees her as talented but her work as unusable, risking the school ending the program.

Raelynn’s brother, Deondre (Marcus Elliott), is a star running back on the football team and a college prospect. The quarterback is Collin (Parker Taylor), a recent transfer student who is White – and gay, a secret that proves difficult to keep.

The next morning, three rope nooses hang from the oak tree. Black students are upset, but the school insists that it is no more than a tasteless prank. Days later, in the high school cafeteria, Collin is beaten by six of his Black teammates, including Deondre. Arrests follow.

The cast also includes Clarissa Michelle, Jay Fuqua, and Evangeline Bouw.

The mighty tree, designed and built by The Sapphire Theatre Company, dominates the back of the stage, a reminder that the emotions and dark legacy of the Civil Rights era were not left behind in the 20th century. Students coming of age in the 21st now have to reckon with this, finding that what once seemed like normal teenage trouble can take on serious consequences, especially in the Deep South. Reflecting today’s culture that is surrounded by music, the play includes moments of song and movement reflecting a scene’s actions and feelings. It avoids classification as a musical, though, so that nothing shown seems light or trivial.

Every character is boldly presented, and each will have their say. Kel’s Raelynn and Elliott’s Deondre present familiar archetypes, a young Black woman and man seeing possibility in their future while dealing with opposing tensions brought about by just being themselves. In Deondre’s case, what would be no more than a blemish in another student’s record becoming his entire future denied by the decision of an unjust system. Demato’s Asha, a girl with White skin and Black relationships, and Ball’s Justin, a Black student bullied by peers for reading and good grades, express their frustrations at social expectations and rules around “blackness.” An idealist from a politically liberal family, Resnick’s Toria is learning the hard way to carefully deal with the facts, and her tact. Parker’s Collin shows how the (also valid) struggles of queerness further complicate existing tensions.

We get outstanding performances all around. Especially of note is the way the actors handle the rural Louisiana accent and way of speaking – akin to both Cajun and Deep South syntax and cadence – flowing naturally, clear and easy to follow.

Presented with the energy and humor of youth, as well as the raw emotion of hard-hitting news, we find that bitterness still comes from a society with “Blood at the Root.” Performances are Thursday through Sunday, April 23-26, at The District, 627 Massachusetts Ave., Indianapolis. Get tickets at indydistricttheatre.org.