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MD Writer delivers a good series of short plays

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By John Lyle Belden

It takes a sharp mind to become a doctor, especially a cardiologist. For Dr. Louis Janeira, add sharp wit and storytelling skill and you’ve got the prescription for a promising side gig as a writer.

As L. Jan Eira, the MD Writer, he presents “Cut Short: A series of 10-minute plays,” under the direction of Aaron Henze, at The Cat in downtown Carmel.

The talented cast of Craig Kemp, Barbara LeMay, Ian Marshall-Fisher, Greta Shambarger, and Afton Shepard take on a series of shorts that play out like the Twilight Zone or Outer Limits with a touch of gentle humor – though not all end happily.

The opening scene, “If everyone on earth dies, I can’t graduate,” sets the tone that things aren’t always as they seem, and the odd will be commonplace. I had previously seen the “Party Shoppe,” a sharp piece of science fiction that was the best part of a longer work presented at IndyFringe. Even when you can tell what’s going on, like going “Home” with Mr. H, the story still grips you with its simple drama. Naturally, the medical profession makes a couple of appearances, including one bit that takes “physician, heal thyself” in an interesting and fun direction.

Entertaining, intriguing, and well performed, this series showcases local talent in splendid fashion. Remaining performances are 7 p.m. Friday and Saturday, 3 p.m. Sunday, at The Cat, 254 Veterans Way (just south of Main Street in the Carmel Arts and Design District). Get info and tickets at theMDwriter.com or thecat.biz.

ALT: Damaged souls in Inge’s dark drama

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By John Lyle Belden

The title, “Natural Affection,” despite being part of a spoken line, is ironic.

A lesser-known yet highly regarded drama by William Inge (its brief 1962-63 Broadway run suffered from poor publicity), it is a story of people struggling with life and relationships in upper middle-class Chicago apartments. The overall atmosphere is Tennessee Williams, without the humidity.

In the current American Lives Theatre production, single mother Sue (Carrie Anne Schlatter, or Christine Zavakos on select dates) is expecting a Christmas visit from her troubled teen son Donnie (Zach Hoover), allowed temporary release from the “work farm” to which he had been sentenced for an assault years earlier. Sue’s life had been hard, but she has found success as a buyer for a downtown department store, which irks her live-in boyfriend Bernie (Alex Oberheide), a struggling Cadillac salesman.

Next door are friends, of a sort, Vince (Ronn Johnstone), a mostly-functioning alcoholic with both high income and debts, and his wife Claire (Diana O’Halloran), who married for money and is now unsure what she wants – aside from Bernie, again.

Other roles are filled by Wendy Brown, Tim Leonard, Garrett Rowe (including a scene as Donnie’s fellow parolee), and Haley Glickman (most notably in the play’s climax).

This dark drama with, at best, a grim humor provides hearty material for the actors. The undercurrent of dysfunction soon becomes apparent between Sue and Bernie. Schlatter ably expresses the woman constantly pushing against her own insecurities, never quite sure she’s made it. Despite her workplace success, she still feels the need for a marriage to make her truly happy; which with her going on 40 in the 1960s, brings feelings of desperation. Oberheide, for his part, wears his neediness like the tailored suit he wears to work the car lot, coming across like the smarmy guy who’s about to talk you into all the options. It burns him that his girlfriend makes far more than he does, which he gives as the reason for not marrying her. On top of this, Bernie has an abusive temper, but more bipolar than controlling, bringing Sue along on the ride.

As noted above, the “natural” way you’d assume a Midwest family holiday to go is absent here, especially with the neighbors, as Vince tries to salve insecurities about both his financial worth and his sexuality with a wild swinger lifestyle. Johnstone is excellent at playing someone so perpetually pickled you could almost smell it on him without delving into comic drunk stereotype. We hear moments of lucidity between the slurred lines, a kaleidoscope of shifting emotions, and when he’s truly had one too many, it’s more pathetic than funny. O’Halloran portrays the debutante who never matured beyond high school, in desperate need of affections she can only see as transactional; Claire wants better for herself, without a clue about where to start.

Hoover’s Donnie is a Freudian scholar’s dream, the hurt boy in the body of a dangerous man, never sure how to connect with a mother he has only seen infrequently through his tragic life. His scars are both visible and deep, as we discover a character like a revolver with a single chamber loaded. Tension builds from one trigger moment to the next, to the last.

Directed by ALT artistic director Chris Sanders (one of his passion projects), assisted by Tim Leonard with Marta Hamilton as stage manager, this gripping study of human affections, however you define them, runs through Jan. 21 at the IndyFringe Theatre, 719 E. St. Clair, Indianapolis. Get tickets at indyfringe.org and info at americanlivestheatre.org.

Southbank ‘Lion’ a medieval family feud

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By John Lyle Belden

If contentious family members join you for the holidays, just be glad there’s not the inheritance of a European empire on the line.

In “The Lion in Winter,” by James Goldman, King Henry II of England – and a whole lot more – is spending Christmas in his castle at Chinon, in one of his French lands (the King of France only controlled a fraction of what is in its borders today). His mistress is a sister of the French King, who is also invited; two of his three sons present had not long before led a rebellion against him (during which another son, the heir Young Henry, died) with the third son, his favorite, a whiny spoiled brat; meanwhile, estranged wife Eleanor of Aquitaine (perhaps the era’s most powerful and influential woman) has been let out of her dungeon for the holiday.

Southbank Theatre Company presents this classic drama with catty comic overtones, directed by Becky Schlomann. A stellar local cast take the stage: Doug Powers presents the stubborn confidence of Henry, ever showing the clever, calculating mind that helped win and keep an empire, but his willingness to use love and relationships as weapons has cost him any family unity. Miranda Nehrig as young Alais shares his bed but, she fears, not his heart, as she realizes her place in the nobility is imperiled the longer she stays unmarried – and eventually to whom she is wed, she has no control.

The three sons couldn’t be more different: Richard (Thomas Sebald) is all about war and fighting, and truly a man’s man. Geoffrey (Jo Bennett) is highly intelligent, charming, and conniving – which means no one is trusting him with the crown.  Then there’s John (Garrett Rowe), a teenager, but really, the baby of the family.

Jean Arnold is a complete fox – beautiful and sly – as Eleanor. With expression and bearing that hints she’s always a chess move or two ahead, she easily matches Henry in their battle of wits.

Kaya Dorsch is impressive as Philip II of France. The young king recently succeeded his father, whom he saw as being too easily taken in by Henry’s shrewd negotiations. Though the underdog in both real power and statecraft, he’s learning quickly.

Aside from the gifts wrapped in pretty boxes, what everyone wants for this Christmas is resolution to issues such as control of various parts of the Angevin Empire, including who will inherit the crown from Henry. Basically, Eleanor backs Richard (which is what had gotten her under castle arrest) while the King favors John. Throughout the play schemes and maneuvers abound, with clever arguments and retorts the weapon of choice.

Those who know history, or Robin Hood legends, know who will eventually prevail as King in a few years. However, we – and others in the audience – couldn’t help but reference Disney’s “Robin Hood” for the portrayal here of Prince John. Rowe’s tantrums are so epically immature we expected him to pop his thumb in his mouth like the film’s animated lion.

If you were unaware of this show, but the plotline seems familiar, note it is also the basis for the television series “Empire” (Cookie Lyon = Eleanor). If you are missing that drama, you will find a similar sassy spirit here.

Performances of “Lion in Winter” are Thursday through Sunday, Nov. 16-19, at Shelton Auditorium, 1000 W. 42nd St., in the southwest corner of the Butler University campus. Get info and tickets at southbanktheatre.org.

Monument comic drama addresses heavy topics

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By John Lyle Belden

After many delays, Monument Theatre Company finally brings “Elephant,” by Lewis Morrow, to the stage.

The workplace comedy tackles serious topics as a diverse team of employees anticipate a visit from the new CEO. They work in an unspecified occupation that involves customer service and measurable performance, both of which are important numbers to continued employment and advancement.

King of both metrics is Marcus (Kass Dowell), a proud Black man who feels a little stung by being passed over for promotion to the team supervisor. Mayra (Yolanda Valdivia), a Latina who likes to give opinions but not make waves, says she understands his complaint but that Clarissa, the white woman who got the job, was more involved with teammates. Rae (Rayanna Bibbs), a Black woman, doesn’t seem too perturbed unless it’s said there’s no racial tension involved. White guy Paulie (Brant Hughes) is late as usual, cracking wise to cover any discomfort.

Clarissa (Becky Larson) sweeps in, chipper as ever, and soon talks about the team’s presentation for the CEO, which she has composed. This is, in reference to the play’s title, the “Elephant in the room” that must be addressed. It turns out a different animal’s representation is involved, and the entire team explodes in their reaction – especially Marcus, who has to leave the room to control his rage.

Directed by Dowell, this play hits on many topics of unacknowledged privilege and racial offense, as well as sexism and toxic workplace secrets. As it turns out, the room has a whole herd of pachyderms to unpack.  

Verbal barbs are slung among all the members of the group, reminiscent of ensemble squabbles like “…Virginia Woolf,” with each giving as good as they get. It’s an exhilarating exercise for the actors, I’d guess, and fascinating to watch with this talented team. There are many intriguing points made and debated – worthy of thought long after the curtain call – and the play also includes two strategically placed personal flashbacks to give insight into stands the characters take.

Thomas Burak makes an appearance as a police officer, bringing a climax that’s far too relevant to events of recent years.

“Elephant” has three more performances, Friday through Sunday, Nov. 17-19, on the Indy Eleven stage at the IndyFringe Theatre, 719 E. St. Clair St., Indianapolis. Get tickets at indyfringe.org. Get info at fb.com/MonumentTheatre.

OnyxFest: Tigone

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OnyxFest is Indy’s first and only theater festival dedicated to the stories of Black playwrights. These one-act celebrations of Black life and culture are presented by IndyFringe and the Africana Repertory Theatre of IUPUI. After an initial weekend at the IndyFringe Theatre, upcoming performances are Friday through Sunday, Nov. 10-12, at historic Crispus Attucks High School, in the Auditorium at 1140 Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Street, Indianapolis. For information and tickets, visit OnyxFest.com.

By John Lyle Belden

As one might guess, the name of the title character of “Tigone,” by Levi Frazier Jr., is a reference to the mythical princess in Sophocles’ play “Antigone” (part of a trilogy with “Oedipus Rex”). That character met a tragic end while trying to act justly. In Frazier’s play, Tigonie (Michelle E. Mitchell) also seeks justice.

On a pleasant day in Memphis, a local church Bishop (Lawrence Blackwell) is relaxing on a park bench when an attractive young woman walks by with two coffees. One of them is just the way he likes it, but the significance of the coincidence doesn’t dawn on him until they are well into their conversation.

As their discussion continues and intensifies, we learn more about her, and more about him. They share a connection, and it is so much more troublesome than you would guess.

Mitchell and Blackwell (who also directs) keep the tension taut and the portrayals believable, riveting us to the bitter end.  

How much can one leave in the past? What can be forgiven? And even if one repents, what about accountability? The exploration into these questions builds to a conclusion that would have impressed the old Greek playwright.

OnyxFest: Right Behind You

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OnyxFest is Indy’s first and only theater festival dedicated to the stories of Black playwrights. These one-act celebrations of Black life and culture are presented by IndyFringe and the Africana Repertory Theatre of IUPUI. After an initial weekend at the IndyFringe Theatre, upcoming performances are Friday through Sunday, Nov. 10-12, at historic Crispus Attucks High School, in the Auditorium at 1140 Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Street, Indianapolis. For information and tickets, visit OnyxFest.com.

By Wendy Carson

Even though it was just three years ago, the early weeks of the COVID-19 pandemic are becoming fuzzier in our memories. Playwright D.L. Patrick returns us there with a look at family dynamics that ring true no matter the source.

The family Matriarch (Faye Holmes) lies in her hospital bed wondering where her daughter is, the one who, as the ambulance took her away, promised to be “Right Behind You.” Days pass, and as she slips into a coma, her consciousness gets up to look around. Family eventually visit, offering frustrated apologies for the delay, but their stays are brief due to Covid protocols. However, it is more than the virus keeping one daughter away.

In conversations and flashbacks, we see how each family member deals with both this crisis and past issues. Performed by the ensemble of Beverly Harney, LaToya Jay, Kaitlynn Nailon, Alicia Sims, and Tamara Taylor, we see the issues of multigenerational living and how caring for one another can be as much a burden as a joy – yet it all gets thrown into perspective when it’s possible Mom may never wake up.

Director Megan Simonton does an excellent job of keeping the personalities of these proud women from overshadowing each other while also keeping the interpersonal family dynamics exceedingly true-to-life.

Go see “Right Behind You,” then consider visiting Grandma – maybe bring a jigsaw puzzle.

Bard Fest presents heavy ‘Hedda’

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By John Lyle Belden

Trigger warning: Suicide.

Now that I’ve given that necessary note, I can delve into why – if you feel up to it – you should see the Indy Bard Fest production of Henrik Ibsen’s “Hedda Gabler,” adapted by Jon Robin Baitz, directed by Chris Saunders at Arts for Lawrence’s Theater at the Fort.

For those, like me, who may have read Ibsen’s “A Doll’s House” in school but are not aware of this work, another example of his bold realistic look at society in late 19th century Norway, Gabler is a headstrong woman whose beauty attracts men while her icy demeanor keeps them at bay: the original “mean girl.” The daughter of an army General, she is also accustomed to a certain standard of living.

The play opens with Hedda (Morgan Morton) returning from her long honeymoon after marrying the academic George Tesman (Joe Wagner), an uber-nerd who spent most of those months in tedious research. It becomes evident that she has married him mostly for his potential status once his scholarly works are published, and takes his puppy-like devotion as her due. She enjoys being rude to George’s aunt Julia (Susan Hill) and indifferent to the servant Berta (Carrie Reiberg) in this big house that George can barely afford.

The Tesmans aren’t the only ones back in town. Eilert Lovborg (Matt Kraft), who had been a hopeless alcoholic as well as Hedda’s old flame, has turned up sober with a popular book that rivals the one George is still working on. Aided by Thea (Anna Himes), whom Hedda used to bully in their school days, he also composed an even better follow-up – the only manuscript copy of which is in his bag. However, a boys’ night out with George and the unscrupulous Judge Brack (Clay Mabbitt) sets in motion events with tragic consequences, aided by Hedda’s machinations.

Though the play predates Freud’s works, it shows Ibsen’s keen perception of various neurotic types – which our cast ably take on. Kraft’s Lovborg is the restless genius bohemian; Wagner’s detail-obsessed yet socially oblivious George appears to be on the autistic spectrum; Himes’ Thea is desperate to rise above her fears, and at the very least redirect her people-pleasing impulses to someone more appreciative than the distant husband she left to be with Eilert; Mabbitt’s Brack is the classic sleazy womanizer and party hound with a position he can use over others.

But most fascinating, of course, is our title character. Hedda’s narcissistic aspects are obvious, but she also has a unique perspective on life, honor, and the way things should be that lead her to an even more untenable position. Morton has all her stone glances and manic moments down perfectly, keeping her fascinating enough to not let us be completely put off by her brusque demeanor.

This brilliant examination of a fateful 48 hours in the lives of people filled with pride and potential has one more weekend, Friday through Sunday, Nov. 10-12, at Theater at the Fort, 8920 Otis Ave., Lawrence. Get info at indybardfest.com, tickets at artsforlawrence.org.

Suspense in our world beyond time and space

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By John Lyle Belden

We all remember the bizarre feeling of the day/month/season/year that was 2020. By March the world was shutting down, and even late into summer, fall and “virtual” holidays everyone was sorting out this new “normal” that echoes to this day.

Joe and his stepdaughter Abby (Bill Simmons and Paige Elisse) come home from a day at the zoo. They will not leave the house again for a long time. Waiting for them on the porch is a large wooden box.

What could be in this unexpected delivery? Perhaps a book, one that explains the world. Upon opening, they find there is a book, but it has no words, and a doll – that has no face. 

This sets up the drama in “The Body,” presented by the Phoenix Theatre, which playwright Steve Moulds said is inspired by the off-kilter reality of “The Twilight Zone.”

To be honest, it would have helped put the Covid era in perspective if we had a visit from Rod Serling. For most of us, day to day life wasn’t as much about the deadly virus as it was getting through with so many unknowns of how our lives, relationships, and jobs would continue, contrasted with seeing the same four walls around you, and the same faces in the room.

Joe is haunted by something that has nothing to do with the pandemic, a deep personal loss from which he, or his new family, has yet to recover. As Abby becomes “the Detective,” working the puzzle of the book’s illustrations, and the doll suddenly finds a name, fragile reality cracks around the man who just wanted to be a good father. 

Simmons, an excellent stage veteran and acting teacher, wears this role like a comfortable sweater, and as his unease grows, we feel it with him. Elisse embodies the nine-ish girl with all the sass, impatience, and sweetness that keeps it believable. 

As for the story itself, under the direction of Phoenix Christel DeHaan Artistic Director Constance Macy, with excellent mood-setting soundscapes by Mike Lamirand and lighting by Michael Jackson, Moulds’ plot unspools with appropriate tension, keeping us all engaged at the edge of our seats. 

Because it can elicit a strong response, perhaps a trigger warning is in order. I don’t want to give spoilers, but I can think of friends with close family tragedies whom I would not advise seeing this play. If you have concerns, please ask the Phoenix staff when ordering tickets.

Performances run through Nov. 19 on the Livia and Steve Russell main stage at the Phoenix, 705 N. Illinois St., downtown Indianapolis. Get info and tickets at phoenixtheatre.org.  

Serving up Shakespeare’s slasher

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By Wendy Carson

Indy Bard Fest presents “Titus Andronicus” by William Shakespeare.

First of all, let’s address a few things about the source material. This is not a typical Shakespearean tragedy. It is violent, gritty, and rather mean-spirited overall. However, it is also very realistic in its depiction of the wages of war, the brutality spawned from revenge and the immense savagery of “civilized” society.

Bard Fest states that this is not for children, the warning making the subject matter seem like it leans towards an “R” rating when indeed it is much closer to a “PG” or “PG-13” at the strongest. A few murders do occur onstage, with “blood” spray, but the most heinous of the crimes occurs offstage and is only talked about, with its aftereffects being seen in fascinating detail. Since the stage blood seems more akin to Kool-Aid, none of it feels as gruesome as it could be. In fact, a young gentleman at our performance had no qualms about any of the violence, he was more alarmed at becoming a valet to the Queen at one point.

So, parental discretion is advised but do not let that keep you from exposing kids to this rarely-done show. Who knows, it might make them want to check out more of the Bard’s catalogue.

Although I usually try to summarize the stories here somewhat, it’s really nothing more than a lesson in what “an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth” justice is like. As you enter the Indy Eleven theater, notice that on the back wall of the audience, there is a chart with Titus’s family listed. As the play progresses, more and more of those names get scratched off until only three are left. Also, enjoy the beginning tableau of the family at the table. This is the only time you will see such happiness and normalcy in the production. Oh, and the rightward section of the audience is the “Splatter Zone.”

Director Matt Anderson does an exceptional job keeping the show enjoyable despite its dark subject matter, at times leaning into its gory nature. In fact, the final scene is more fun than frightening.

Dan Flahive brings Andronicus to life as the world-weary soldier who, upon winning victory over the Goths, refuses the Roman people’s will to rule them and would much prefer to rest in the company of his remaining children.

James Kenjorski brings aspiring emperor Saturninus’s blind madness to the forefront by failing to see how his choices and demands will doom the rest of the characters. They start by seeing his family and kinsmen as enemies and taking the captured queen of the Goths as his bride.

Holly Hathaway Thompson gives a perfect rendition of that queen, Tamora, a proud woman whose vengeance is greater than any man’s and lifestyle would put a modern “Real Housewife” to shame.

Nicholas Johnson plays Aaron, a Moor who aids the Goths, as the devil incarnate, a man whose every action is to inflict evil upon the world.

David Marlowe keeps Bassanus, Saturninius’s brother, an endearing soul to whom fate deals a mortal blow.

Haley Glickman plays Titus’s daughter Lavinia, a young woman in love who becomes a pawn in this massive power play. Even though she suffers the worst degradations of any character, she balances her desire for revenge against the reality of its outcome. Whether eloquent or mute, Glickman’s expressiveness shines through.

Craig Kemp brings Marcus, Titus’s brother and a Roman Tribune, a solid solemnity that while not being a target himself, must witness and endure the tragic events of everyone else.

Tamora’s sons, Eli Robinson as Chiron and J.B. Scoble as Demetrius, give Aaron’s character a run for his money as far as dastardly deeds go. However, they do not escape justice and end up as “just desserts” for their mother.

Ben Elliott is appropriately noble as Titus’s eldest son, Lucius, tasked with helping bring justice to these events. Also notable is young Sam Lee as his son (Titus’s grandson), Young Lucius. 

A crowd-pleaser for the rowdies in Shakespeare’s day, which even includes in this production a scene practically straight out of Wrestlemania, it won’t cost you an arm or a leg (maybe a hand?) to see “Titus Andronicus” in its remaining weekend, Friday through Sunday, Oct. 27-29, at the Indy Eleven in the IndyFringe Theatre, 719 E. St. Clair St., Indianapolis. Get tickets at indybardfest.com or indyfringe.org.

IRT gives life to the monster, and the woman who created him

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By Wendy Carson

While all of us are familiar with Mary Shelley’s story, “Frankenstein,” in one way or another, none of us truly know her full intentions in bringing the tale to life. The Indiana Repertory Theatre’s current production of the drama adapted by David Catlin strives to shed light on suppositions scholars have given over the years as to Shelley’s various metaphors and allusions within the text.

The play opens on the fateful night in 1816 when Mary Godwin (not quite Shelley yet, played by Rebecca Marie Hurd), Percy Shelley (Ty Fanning), Lord Byron (Nate Santana), Dr. Polidori (Terry Bell), and Claire Clairmont (Andrea San Miguel) gathered on a stormy night in Switzerland, engaged in a competition of storytelling. While hesitant as first, Percy’s condescension of a mere woman’s abilities causes Mary to join (and ultimately win) their little game.

As she begins to weave her story, the group joins in acting out the narrative. This brings about a more light-hearted feel to the tale but does not detract in the slightest from the horrors held within. It also brings about a glimpse into exactly what was happening in the historical context that influenced some of the prose.

Hurd is sheer perfection as our titular heroine and tale-spinner, showing the depth of the woman behind the monster. She also brings forth the heart-wrenching feelings of love and struggle of Elizabeth, Doctor Frankenstein’s adopted “more than” sister and betrothed.

Fanning brings Percy Shelley’s failed attempts at dominance to life while also reminding us of his vulnerability and desires. He perfectly embodies Victor Frankenstein’s obsessive delusions and selfishness that ultimately lead to his own downfall.

San Miguel avidly encompasses the characters thrown at her (often quite literally) with a gamely attitude while never betraying that she is almost a footnote in the whole event. She channels Frankenstein’s Mother’s love and devotion beautifully.

Bell shows the true gentleman of Polidori, defending Mary’s rights and fighting off the testosterone-laden nay-sayers (again, sometimes literally) who seek to squelch its continuance. His turn as Henry, Frankenstein’s best friend, befits his caring nature. He also plays the ship’s captain who bookends the narrative.

Santana emulates the rakish self-importance with overwhelming charisma that Byron was known for. He also does an amazing job as the Creature, showing us the frustrated loneliness felt by one who suffers in vain to understand why everyone reviles him.

In director Risa Brainin’s notes on the show, she hints at the question that is often asked upon experiencing the story, “Who is the true monster here?” Go to the IRT and decide for yourself.

“Mary Shelley’s ‘Frankenstein’” runs through October 14 on the main stage at 140 W. Washington St., downtown Indianapolis. Get info and tickets at irtlive.com.