drama

In new drama, girls seek meaning in naive ‘game’

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By Wendy Carson

Growing up is hard. Add to this living in a small town with only an abusive single parent, and an overactive imagination. Such is the situation of Rae and Molly, two best friends struggling to save each other from their collective traumas in “The JonBenèt Game,” a drama by Tori Keenan-Zelt presented by American Lives Theatre at IF Theatre.

The production is part of a National New Play Network Rolling World Premiere, directed by Jenni White who has been in workshop with the playwright to develop it first for Indianapolis (including a reading last year). In the coming months it will premiere with other companies across the United States as part of this new work’s development.

Remembered in flashback by adult Rae (Molly Bellner), the 12-year-old girls fantasize about running away to Chicago (their ideal big city) and Molly (Cass Knowling) becomes obsessed with the 1996 murder of six-year-old JonBenèt Ramsey, “the most famous Cold Case of our time.” Studying a 1999 book on the case like a bible, the two act out various scenarios of how the young girl lived and died. When their at-first harmless play-acting takes a dark turn, they are ripped apart and reviled throughout the town.

Rae is now an adult, trying to redeem herself as a guidance councilor at the Christian school she attended during that period. However, her life is again thrown into chaos by Hazel (Knowling), Molly’s adolescent daughter who has found her mother’s book on the Ramsey case.

Senior counselor Miss Kay (Lynne Perkins), whose decision it was to give Rae this chance at redemption, offers to take Hazel as her own charge, but life intervenes and Rae forms a bond with Hazel, who begins her own obsession, her own turn at the “game.”

At the crux of all this turmoil lies an all-important question: If you had a chance to relive one of the most defining moments of your life, knowing the costs, would you do anything differently?

In compelling performances, Bellner and Knowling present complex troubled characters. Bellner is our bridge between generations, unsure of her way at both ends and striving to understand. Rae, while seeking to help her best friend and that friend’s daughter in any way she can, finds that the physical scars she hid from her mother’s attacks are not nearly as painful as the monster she harbors deep within herself. Knowling portrays girls on the edge, frantically searching – Molly desiring a route to escaping her mentally-abusive mother, Hazel seeking answers in the shadow of her own Mom, perhaps hidden in a well-worn true-crime paperback.

Perkins gives us the adult in the room, ironically proving powerless as the forces of trauma overtake innocence – portrayed further in a moment as JonBenèt’s despairing mother.

Note this work comes with content warnings for suicide and self-harm, as well as the titular killing.

An exploration of grief, trauma, and dealing with coming of age or its denial, “The JonBenèt Game” runs through Jan. 26 at IF, home of IndyFringe, 719 E. St. Clair St., Indianapolis. For tickets, go to indyfringe.org.

A strong look at fragile relationships

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By John Lyle Belden

Eclipse Productions of Bloomington (no relation to the summer program in Indy) is filling the theatre niche of bold, provocative productions that Indianapolis has with companies such as Theatre Unchained or American Lives Theatre. This approach comes into sharp focus with their present staging of “Closer,” by Patrick Marber.

The drama premiered in London in 1997, the U.S. in 1999, and adapted into a film in 2004, and all versions are notable for their frank, unflinching look at intimate relationships – psychological and physical – among two men and two women who find one another in an unusual tangle of coincidence and dark serendipity. “Everyone loves a big lie,” one of them says, alluding to a major theme of the play.

Though it has nothing to do with this story (and isn’t played), if you couldn’t sit through the Nine Inch Nails hit of the same name (the “I wanna f**k you like an animal” song), don’t bother seeing this. But if you’re open to it, director Kate Weber has created what she calls “a piece of elevated theater masked in a raw and bold human emotion.”

“I never look where I’m going,” says Alice (Shayna Survil), her only excuse for stepping into traffic in front of Dan (Konnor Graber) where she is struck by a vehicle. In the emergency room, their relationship begins. A doctor (Jeremy J. Weber) notices the question-mark shaped scar on Alice’s leg – an injury she refuses to elaborate on, except to say it was from the wreck that killed her parents.

Dan, an obituary writer for a local newspaper, then writes a novel using Alice as inspiration. But upon meeting Anna (Patricia Maureen Francis), the professional photographer taking his book’s headshot, he becomes smitten with her. The pieces of our romantic quadrilateral fall into place in bizarre fashion when Dan draws the doctor, Larry, into his own twisted meet-cute with Anna.

Thus goes a sort of dramatic dance among the foursome, involving manipulation and betrayal as well as striving for authentic relationships and, perhaps, love. While we get very mature content and language, there is stunningly no nudity – even in a cleverly-executed yet erotic strip-club dance – as the focus is on the ravaging of feelings and souls more than their bodies. It all builds to final moments of reckoning, in which the devastating truth of the “crying girl” is revealed at last.

We don’t get a hero or villain here, just people drawn by very human impulses to do well-meaning or hurtful things. This is especially so with Graber’s Dan, a man in his mid-thirties who reveals an immature, needy personality. At times we want to like him, others to hate him. Survil maintains Alice as a sexy cypher, a hothouse flower in her late teens (at the beginning) just wanting to be kept, an American of unknown origin making her own way in London – as inscrutable as the question of her scar. Weber maintains Larry as close to “normal” as we get in this setting, with his own quirks and while fairly dignified, wouldn’t turn down a good shag if it comes his way. Francis (a/k/a Trick Blanchfield to Indy audiences) cultivates Anna’s own complexity, complete with a fortress of feeling at which both men tear at the walls. Her darkest moment is one of the most raw we have seen on stage this year.

Get “Closer” with performances Thursday through Sunday, Nov. 21-24, at Waldron Firebay Theatre (first floor of the Waldron Arts Center), 122 S. Walnut, Bloomington. Get tickets at eclipseproductioncompany.com.

Based on a True Story

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By John Lyle Belden 

There is funny, “ha-ha;” there is funny, “strange and/or wrong” – and there is a bold combination of these, “Funny, Like an Abortion,” a dangerously dark comic drama by Rachel Bublitz at IF Theatre, home of IndyFringe.

A co-production of Theatre Unchained with American Lives Theatre, this intense movie-length one-act is directed by TU’s Megan Ann Jacobs and ALT founder Chris Saunders. 

Set in the near future, Monroe (Alicia Ana Hernandez-Roulet) is setting up a surprise party for her bestie, Jade (Rachel Kelso), at least that’s what appears on her social app accounts and is known by her household smart device, Butler (voice of Thomas Sebald). However, once she feels free of any eavesdropping, Monroe springs the real surprise – it’s an “abortion party!” To Jade’s astonishment, the numerous gift bags each hold or represent a means of ending Monroe’s unwanted pregnancy. Legal and therefore safe abortion is a thing of the past, so they must choose the least-bad option to be executed that night, before anyone else can catch on.

In this portrayal of how elements of “Nineteen Eighty-Four” and “The Handmaid’s Tale” could easily come about in today’s high-tech culture, the mood is lightened by laugh-not-to-cry dark humor and moments of game-show presentation, juggling, and a tap-dance break. Hernandez-Roulet and Kelso take on this challenge earnestly as relatable and entertaining characters. Monroe stays upbeat, even manic, to keep ahead of a creeping despair, as Jade feels her way through being both a true friend and an accomplice to a serious felony.

They are also Alicia and Rachel, two actors breaching the Fourth Wall to remind us that while all the methods given in the play are actual abortion tactics (some going back centuries), they are all dangerous and not to be attempted by anyone.

While Bublitz wrote this prior to the Dobbs v Jackson decision that ended the protections of Roe v Wade, the play does anticipate it happening and we do get from the cast a rundown of the various restrictions put in place across America since the Supreme Court’s 2022 ruling. With the results of recent elections, including the likely enacting of Project 2025 measures in the coming year, something like the events portrayed could soon come to pass.

Enlightening and alarming in what it portends, this show is recommended for those who understand to bring friends who need to know – which, to be honest, is all of us.

“Funny, Like an Abortion” has two more weekends, Nov. 15-17 and 21-23 in the Blackbox (formerly Indy Eleven) stage at IF, 719 E. St. Clair St., Indianapolis. Get info and tickets at theatreunchained.org or indyfringe.org.

Hyperion haunts local stage with popular British thriller

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By John Lyle Belden

It’s extremely difficult to do horror on stage.

To be more precise, it is very hard to do frightening on stage. Horror in a broader sense abounds in theatres, especially at this time of year. We get literature and social commentary with a bit of chill with Frankenstein, or we indulge in campy jump-scares with horror-comedies and musicals. We even get normalized ghoul-next-door with a show about witches or the Addams Family.

But spookiness that kinda gets to you, or has the easy-to-scare friend in the next seat gasp or nearly jump out of their chair? That’s hard. That’s “The Woman in Black,” presented by Hyperion Players.

Based on the 1983 novel (set early in the 20th century) by Susan Hill, this gothic story was adapted by Stephen Mallatratt into the second longest-running play on London’s West End. It is directed here by local actor and director Liz Carrier.

On a rehearsal stage with a scattering of set pieces, we meet David Johnson and Nicholas Gibbs as Arthur Kipps, solicitor, and Actor, a trained thespian. Disturbed by memories raised during a traditional British Christmas telling of ghost stories, the former has written his story out and asks the latter to help him in presenting it to close family and friends. During the course of this play, both will be Actors and, depending on the scene, either will be Kipps. It’s not hard to follow, though – this isn’t the scary aspect.

From our vantage as the shadows of this empty hall, we see the tale unfold of young Kipps being called from foggy London to the foggy village of Crythin Gifford to attend to the estate of recently deceased Mrs. Drablow, especially her Eel Marsh House manor among the marshlands by the North Sea. Things start out eerie enough, including encounters with certain townsfolk, but get worse with sightings of the titular Woman, mysterious noises, and a growing number of disturbances.

The acting, both overall and play-within-the-play, is excellent. Johnson nimbly switches from one character to another in tone, accent, and expressions. Gibbs shows practiced confidence in engaging the Kipps script and an earnest manner in portraying the junior solicitor. With their aid, Carrier arranges the proper dark atmosphere for this story, making vital the contributions of sound designer Zach Catlin, Adam Fike for the lighting, and hair and makeup artist Bella Lazarides. With all the fog, shadow and sound effects, we can imagine we see the horses, the friendly dog, and even…

Please note the cast list is just two persons.

Spend some time in the dark with an unsettled – and a trifle unsettling – spirit; experience the mystery of “The Woman in Black,” performances Thursday (yes, Halloween!), Friday and Saturday at The Switch Theatre in Ji-Eun Lee Music Academy, 10029 126th St., Fishers. Get info and tickets at HyperionPlayers.com.

NAATC: A legacy worth fighting for

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By John Lyle Belden

Naptown African American Theatre Collective, Indy’s first Black Equity stage company, continues to bring us stories that are both the Black Experience and our human experience.

The theme for its 2024-25 season is Cementing Our Legacy, which can mean different things to different individuals, even within the same family. “Judy’s Life’s Work” by Loy A. Webb, presented by NAATC at the Phoenix Theatre cultural Centre, is a hard-hitting example of this.

Xavier (Xavier Jones) rose up from hardship to become a boxing champion. Time in prison convinced him of the importance of education, so now he runs his own gym and offers free tutoring for neighborhood kids, which has him on the ropes financially. As luck would have it, his new uptown girlfriend, Camille (Selena Jackson-King) has a way to keep the place solvent and run it as a not-for-profit. He just needs one thing, which he has to get from his sister, Charli (Cara Wilson).

It turns out that this simple story has so many layers. The macguffin of the plot is a notebook belonging to Camille and X’s mother, Judy, who had recently passed away. She was a leading biological researcher who had kept her work to herself, wary of the motives of others – especially Duffy Pharmaceuticals, located in their city.

Word had gotten out that Judy had made a revolutionary breakthrough shortly before her final battle with cancer. Charli had worked closely with her Mom and keeps the notes hidden; X, who is years older, had been given up by his mother for adoption, landing him in a hellish foster system. As he sees it, Duffy can continue the breakthroughs while giving him the funds to keep his community-minded project alive. Win-win, right? As for Camille, we soon see she is motivated by something more than love for a down-and-out former Champ.

The gloves are on, the bell is rung. Who will still stand when this round is done?

Jones is commanding in his role, with all the cocky bluster of a young Will Smith. His feelings run deep, both in affection for his sister and bitter resentment of his mother. He carries himself as one who has been knocked down plenty – in and out of the ring – yet still managed to find a way to stand again. Wilson cleverly plays Charli with a look and manner that seems to scream “adorable little sister” while displaying a sharp intellect in fighting condition for this battle of wills. Jackson-King ably portrays the conflicted heiress caught up in a high-stakes challenge.

How do we define one’s “life’s work” and its value? With little surprises all the way to the end, this examination of one’s legacy keeps us engaged throughout. The director is Philadelphia-based award-winning multidisciplinary artist Angela Bey, who was drawn to Naptown by her love of Webb’s plays and is impressed with what NAATC is doing. “There’s nothing like this in Philly,” she said on opening night.

The opening also featured the Hip-Hop Legacy Cypher, a spoken word battle with poets Manòn Voice and Tony Styxx. Consider us all knocked out by the power of their truths. This isn’t a regular feature, NAATC producing director Lakesha Lorene said, but something like this could come around at their next show opening.

“Judy’s Life’s Work” continues through Nov. 3 at the Phoenix, 705 N. Illinois, downtown Indianapolis. For information, see naatcinc.org; for tickets, go to phoenixtheatre.org.

CCP shows its strength

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By John Lyle Belden

The title of the play, “Steel Magnolias,” written by Robert Harling based on events in his life, refers to the fact that – as one character remarks – men are expected to be pillars of strength, yet women are like hardy flowers of even stronger mettle.

Carmel Community Players presents a mostly-female production of this Off- and on Broadway hit (also made into a beloved film in 1988), directed by Elizabeth Ruddell.

The action takes place in Chinquapin Parish, northwest Louisiana, but we hear all about it at Truvy’s Beauty Shop. We open on an eventful day: Truvy (Casey Clouser) has just hired young Annelle (Phoebe Aldridge) as assistant beautician, then Shelby (Emily Haus), daughter of M’Lynn (Tanya Haas), one of the shop’s regulars, arrives to prepare for her wedding that day. Clairee (Susan Boilek Smith), the town’s former first lady, arrives from the dedication of the local football field to her late husband. Local curmudgeon Oiser (Gabrielle Patterson) storms in, this time upset at M’Lynn’s husband – who has also annoyed the whole neighborhood with his efforts to scare birds away from the backyard wedding site.

Time advances through more scenes, giving us insight into both the changes in these women’s lives and how their bonds stay strong and true. There is plenty of good humor, with numerous funny lines and zingers like a sitcom, but flowing naturally like true friends talk. There is also a cloud of misfortune that will eventually overtake them, testing their steel. Even if you know this or have seen it before, this cast keeps the feelings raw and real.

Haus presents Shelby in all her stubborn, upbeat, brave glory. Haas epitomizes the hard strength of the title, making it all the more impactful when she reaches her limit. Aldridge charms, taking us on the curious complex arc of sweet Annelle’s many changes, inevitably for the better. Smith gives us someone who knows she’s a VIP but would rather have fun with it than lord it over anyone. Her fierce loyalty to lifelong best friend Oiser says a lot about her character. Speaking of whom, Patterson gives us a force of nature like a Louisiana hurricane, yet always true to the ladies in this circle.

If you haven’t, we highly recommend you also see the movie with its all-star cast, including Dolly Parton as Truvy. Clouser is a living tribute with her accent and blonde wig, while making the character her own. We never forget this is her house, after all.

Other salutes to the film include a Dolly portrait on the wall (her hits play while we wait for the play to start) and Annelle’s cat-eye glasses like Darryl Hannah wore in the role.

Haas is also producer. Other “Magnolias” involved include stage manager Samantha Kelly, lights by Karissa Henschen (with Doug Vann), and sound by Lori Raffel. “Honorary Magnolia” Jason Creighton provides the good-ol’-boy voice on the radio.

Entertaining and emotional, find some Southern charm up north in Carmel. “Steel Magnolias” plays Thursday through Sunday, Oct. 10-13, at The Cat, 254 Veterans Way. Get info and tickets at carmelplayers.org or thecat.biz.

4th Wall takes on Hugo classic

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By John Lyle Belden

The great irony of “The Grotesque of Notre Dame,” a new drama by Josh Gibson presented by 4th Wall Players, is that the story looks unfamiliar because – contrary to various filmed and staged versions – the plot more closely follows the 1831 Victor Hugo novel, “Notre-Dame de Paris.”

We still get our Hunchback, but while Quasimodo (Sarah Kinsey) is a major character, the story centers on the beautiful Roma dancer Esmeralda (Shannon Clancy). Gibson steps in as, naturally, the poet and playwright Pierre Gringiore, who follows the woman to have her be his muse – but through an odd set of circumstances she becomes his “wife.” Meanwhile, she falls for Captain Phoebus (Dustin Jones), who saves her from abduction by Quasimodo and Pierrat Torterue (Ben Elliott) on the orders of Archdeacon Dom Claude Frollo (Lot Turner), who is obsessed with her.

By this point, we have also met Fleur De Lys (Emma Howard), the noblewoman engaged to Phoebus, and her mysterious cousin Columbe (Katherine Novick). Among the street people are the mentally damaged Mother Gudule (Katherine Gibson) as well as a band of thieves (Isabel Moore, Tyler Gibson, and Kelli Gibson) under the command of Jehan (Omar Jurdi), the drunken King of the Court of Miracles, as well as Don Frollo’s brother. Accompanying Esmerelda is her clever goat, Djali (puppeted and portrayed by Taylor Shelton).

Aside from the torturous intrigues with Esmeralda, this adaptation dwells on the aspect that unlike the misunderstandings in Hugo’s story, the aspects of magic and sorcery are more real. This includes the dark spells in Frollo’s chambers, the character of Columbe (brought in from Gibson’s other plays), and the true nature of Djali. Principal plot points, such as Esmerelda being condemned, Quasimodo invoking “Sanctuary!” and the tragic ending, are still true to the book.

Clancy gives us a kind, charming girl worthy of pursuit. Turner contrasts that light with his constant air of darkness. Jurdi plays an unflappable scoundrel, feeling that between his beggar army and his high-placed sibling, he is untouchable. Jones gives us a figure who appears noble yet shows himself more fickle with easily-bruised pride. Shelton does very well with the complexities of her character, horns and all.

Kinsey gives a compelling performance as the Hunchback, complete with employing sign language as the nearly-deaf character. The actor having lost her voice on opening weekend had her mouthing her lines with pre-recorded voiceover; this somehow added to the portrayal, reflecting the fact that an actual person in this state would be nearly impossible to comprehend – yet for the audience’s sake, we do.

The play is directed by Spike Morin-Wilson, assisted by stage manager Kelli Gibson. While the title seems to be an effort to differentiate this from other versions of “Notre-Dame,” it does leave open the question: what truly was the “Grotesque” here? I’m thinking it’s not the poor soul ringing the bells.

Performances conclude this weekend, Sept. 27-29, at Arts for Lawrence’s Theater at the Fort, 8920 Otis Ave. Get tickets at artsforlawrence.org, information at 4thwallplayers.org.

Hyperion passes Inspection

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By John Lyle Belden

Hyperion Players just presented “An Inspector Calls,” a thriller and modern-day morality play by J.B. Priestley, for one weekend at the Switch Theatre in Fishers.

We open in 1912, during a dinner at the posh home of industrialist Arthur Birling (Christopher Vojtko), celebrating the engagement of daughter Sheila (Megan Fridenmaker) to Gerald Croft (Vincent Pratt), son of Birling’s business rival. Also present are Arthur’s perfectly upstanding wife Sybil (Jennifer J. Kaufmann) and their drunken disappointment of a son Eric (Logan Browning). The evening is interrupted by a visitor, police Inspector Goole (Josh Elicker), who informs them a young woman had just died by her own hand, then interrogates each of these characters to reveal their individual roles in the woman’s demise. It appears only the dutiful maid Edna (Lea Ellingwood) is spared.

From this simple plot, a complex web of secrets and shameful behavior is revealed. The cast all act appropriately pretentious and aghast at every turn. Though set in England, no one forces a fake British accent, which helps keep the performances natural, but still spoken with proper airs so that this could be envisioned as a family of Gilded Age Americans – discussions of impending knighthood, pounds and shillings, etc., aside.

Director Nicole Amsler added the innovation of numerous shadow puppets to illustrate the story of the deceased, set in the background at various scenes throughout the play. The tactic is effective, adding to the overall narrative like flashes of memory in a well-made film. The shadows also add to the noir atmosphere and feel appropriate to a pre-cinema culture. In this way, the late Eva Smith – a/k/a Daisy Renton, a/k/a the false Mrs. Birling – becomes a major part of the drama without us ever actually seeing her face. The 200 shadow puppets were crafted and controlled by Delaney Amsler, assisted by Ellingwood; Lesie Blackwell was stage manager.

Votko has Arthur epitomize the Englishman striving to ever be the ideal gentleman – in his words, “a hard-headed, practical businessman.” He constantly needs to be in charge, so is perpetually perturbed as Goole doesn’t play along. Kaufmann ensures Sybil is never shaken from her elitist perch, though she is severely tested. Browning plays Eric as the man-child struggling to rise but only finding his parents’ disappointment. It is Croft, given the proper stiff upper lip and grinning noble bearing by Pratt, who appears to be the son Arthur hoped for. So, it is left to Fridenmaker to give us a Sheila with a conscience, despite having been rude and spoiled as befitted her upbringing. She gets an opportunity for personal growth, which can make her the audience proxy – aside from what you see in yourselves in the other, less likable roles.   

As our Inspector, Elicker presents an eccentric archetype that would come to life later in the century thanks to writers like Agatha Christie and is practically stereotypical by the lifetimes of us in the audience. In the proper home of a “former Lord Mayor of Brumley,” this mainly serves to keep the occupants nicely off-balance, adding to the humor of a clash of social mores. As there are themes of oppression by the uncaring towards lower classes, Goole gets a bit preachy, but his words have an effect. After he departs, the play’s stunning end scene reveals a very telling test of human nature.

If you’ll pardon a spoiler (maybe you’ll forget this by the time another company stages the play), after the curtain, we are left with the question: Who exactly was The Inspector? Between us, my partner Wendy has her suspicions (something you’d find in the details).

This production gives us another example of how Hyperion Players is bringing us intriguing and thought-provoking, yet quirky and entertaining shows, worth the jaunt for Indy folks to eastern Hamilton County. Their next scheduled productions, “The Woman in Black,” opening Oct. 24, and “The 39 Steps,” opening next March 20, will also be at The Switch in Fishers. Find details at hyperionplayers.com.

Witness a special day for ‘Five Women’

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By John Lyle Belden

Eclipse Productions of Bloomington (no relation to the student program in Indianapolis) is establishing itself by immersive productions with mature themes. This time, despite the trigger warnings, we have a comedy.

“Five Women Wearing the Same Dress” reveals the quirky genius of Alan Ball, predating his award-winning screenwriting in “American Beauty” and television’s “Six Feet Under” and “True Blood.” Directed by Jeremy J. Weber and Konnor Graber – who show solidarity by attending in matching floor-length gowns – they have us enter through a “closet” to witness the goings-on in the bedroom of Meredith Marlowe (Jen Wells), whose oh-so-perfect sister just got married.

The title refers to the fact that Meredith is one of five bridesmaids in the lavish ceremony at the Marlowes’ Knoxville, Tenn., home in the early 1990s, wearing identical lavender dresses (complete with matching hats and torturous high heels) that they despise. The quintet all find refuge in this room: Cousin Frances (Jada Buehler) is uncomfortably open about being “a Christian” though at her first appearance she quickly breaks the Commandment on coveting, as well as nearly the one about stealing. Trisha (Shayna Survil) had formerly been the bride’s “bad influence” friend, and now that her obligation is done, hopes to find someone for mindless sex. Georgeanne (Kate Weber) is a full bottle of champaign into a respite from her own lousy marriage, wishing a past lover would notice her instead of some other woman in a backless dress. Finally, Mindy (Vera Wagler), the good-natured lesbian sister of the groom, just wants to be away from all the judgmental looks from family and wedding guests.

A clever aspect of this play is that at least three characters become well known to us despite never appearing on stage – the bride Tracy (who all agree is beautiful and successful), groom Scott McClure (whom all the women pity), and the eternal bad-boy Tommy Valentine (former fiancé of Tracy who has hit on or slept with all five other women). As we learn more about past relationships, we see the lasting effects of past trauma that draw shadows over the expected joys of this day.

The performances reveal the unexpected chemistry among these very different individuals brought together by a rather unfortunate uniform. Buehler’s sanctimonious Frances can be a bit much, but her naïve charm keeps her likable. Survil has Trisha wear “jaded” like a badge of honor, or as armor over sensitive scars. Weber plays Georgeanne as someone who has lived a lot in her three decades, mostly for others, but hasn’t given up on youthful exploits just yet. Wagler’s Mindy is the most optimistic and (the irony is noted) girly of the group, though she has her own resentment to work through. Wells’ Meredith embodies her dichotomy as the host (it’s her room, and her joint they pass around) while still feeling stuck as a little sister – being younger than Tracy, Trisha, and Georgeanne, and held back by a traumatic adolescent event. Their interactions build naturally with their shared experience in a pre-smartphone world where all that matters is the sisterhood in the room, contrasted with the formal chaos downstairs and outside the window.

We also get a visit from Mindy’s handsome cousin, Tripp Davenport, played by Jo Moran with the same exuberant charisma they put into the Constellation production of “Alex Gold” earlier this year. Tripp does present a noble challenge for one of our ladies, but we suspect Ball wrote him in for his rather mundane usefulness in the final scene.

Performances run through Sunday, Sept. 8, at the Waldron Firebay Theatre (an intimate black-box stage on the first floor of Waldron Arts Center) 122 S. Walnut St., Bloomington. Get tickets at EclipseProductionsCompany.com.

SSS Eclipse ‘Lizzie’ a riotous spectacle

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By John Lyle Belden

The Summer Stock Stage Eclipse program (professional, with collegiate performers) presents “Lizzie,” the new musical by Alan Stevens Hewitt and Steven Cheslik-deMeyer, book by Tim Maner, based on the Lizzie Borden legend, presented internationally since its introduction in 2010.

To clarify “musical,” this show is a Riot Grrl-style Punk Rock Opera – modify expectations accordingly and hold on for the ride.* To ask why it’s in this mode is to miss the cultural mystique of Miss Borden. She was already an outsider – unmarried at 30, still living with her controlling father and detested stepmother – when the gruesome events of August 1892 occurred in Fall River, Mass.

“Lizzie Borden took an ax, gave her mother forty whacks; when she saw what she had done, gave her father forty-one!”

Being rich from their penny-pinching parents, Lizzie and sister Emma hired the best possible representation, and with an all-male jury actually working in their favor, got her acquitted at trial. However, historians and even her fandom are fairly certain she did the deed. Still, this is not just a play about getting away with murder.

The story is presented nearly all in song by four women: Lizzie (Erin Lambertson), older sister Emma Borden (Cora Kendall), neighbor and close friend Alice Russell (Mai Caslowitz), and the Bordens’ maid Bridget “Maggie” Sullivan (Samantha Ringor). Backing them – literally, seen through the slats of the set by Abigail Wagner that suggests both a simple home and cozy barn – are the band of Ginger Stoltz (keyboard and conductor), Ainsley Paton Stoltz (bass), Kirstin Cutler (drums), Joy Caroline Mills (guitar), Sally McSpadden (guitar and keyboard), and Taylor White (cello and percussion). Direction is by local actor and teaching artist Devan Mathias with musical direction by Ben Rose (who coincidentally has worked at the actual Lizzie Borden House, now a B&B).

Act 1 brings into focus the conditions the Borden sisters were likely living in, and potential motives for what is to come. The tensions weigh on Lizzie and Emma, while a longing grows in Alice; meanwhile, with a dollar from the girls in hand, Maggie is quick to go downtown for the afternoon so she can say she didn’t see a thing someone might be doing.

In Act 2, there is quite a mess – one song is titled, “What the F*** Now, Lizzie?!” – and loosely period costumes give way for something more turn of the Millenium (all designed by Allison Jones) as events take a more modern procedural, crime-of-the-century feel. The number in which Lizzie and Emma make their Kardashian-esque public plea is priceless.

Throughout it all, these ladies rock their hearts out. There are also touching, tender moments, including a song between Lizzie and Alice that recurs in each act, giving two meanings to “Will you lie?” Overall, a bravura performance.

This show brings more of a different perspective to the Borden case and legend than giving any new facts. Events portrayed in any medium are always conjecture and subject to artistic license. Perhaps a good friend “coming to call” could mean more in 1890s New England. Still, the major points follow the story as told elsewhere. This version is very feminist-focused, so one can forgive the downplaying of other problematic aspects such as suspicions cast on local immigrants. On this stage, it’s the grrls’ turn to tell the story – the closest you get to a male presence is Daddy’s body under a sheet.

Four performances remain for “Lizzie,” Thursday through Sunday, Aug. 8-11, at the Phoenix Theatre Cultural Centre, 705 N. Illinois St., Indianapolis. See phoenixtheatre.org for tickets or get info at summerstockstage.com.

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(*“Lizzie” could be compared stylistically to the musical “Six,” but the latter was developed in the U.K. more recently.)