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In this comedy, she really slays them

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By John Lyle Belden

As I once heard a comedian say, at some point with a mass murderer’s body count, you’re not sure whether to be appalled, or impressed.

Southbank Theatre Company presents “Hell’s Belle,” billed as “A True Crime Dark Comedy About Indiana’s First Serial Killer,” by Amalia Howard, directed by Becky Schlomann. Local actor Howard’s script was the winner of Southbank’s playwriting contest to determine this season’s closing show.

Based on the true story of Belle Gunness, a Norwegian-born widow who lived on a farm by the northern Indiana town of LaPorte from 1901 to 1908, we get a light-hearted look at a heavy topic. Howard portrays Belle’s sister, Nellie Larson, who narrates the story, speaking through time to today’s audiences, as well as other roles as needed. Ryan Moskalick and Jim Cherry play various men, many of whom do not live long. One exception is Moskalick as the farmhand Ray Lamphere, who survives Belle only to be tried as an accomplice.

As the star of the show, we have Lisa Marie Smith as Belle. She is plain but not ugly, and quite a find for lonely sons of Norway seeking the comfort of the cooking they grew up with. Her kitchen talents were indeed notable, if you don’t mind the strychnine.

Smith gives her enough cleverness and charisma to keep her activities unsuspected, coupled with her unresolved issues around men and the children she desperately wants but can’t keep alive. She also feels the financial pressure that hits hard on single women of the era. Not that this excuses numerous instances of insurance fraud, but then, a girl gets accustomed to a certain standard of living.

While not downplaying the seriousness of the crimes, we get a rather humorous look at these events, especially the circus atmosphere that attends the eventual discovery of her many, many victims.

How many people did she kill? Did she get away with it all, slipping away with what today would be more than a million dollars? These questions are still debated. The evidence is presented for you to make your own guess as well.

Schlomann is assisted by Rachel Serago; Jenn Byers is stage manager. Simple yet comfy set design is by Scott Hall. Costumes and props are by Karen Cones, with the deadly meat-grinder 3-D printed by Tony Troxell.*

For an entertaining bit of macabre Indiana history, attend “Hell’s Belle,” Thursday through Sunday (April 30-May 3) at Shelton Auditorium, 1000 W. 42nd Street (southwest corner of Butler University), Indianapolis. For info and tickets, go to southbanktheatre.org.

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*(Edit after original posting, thanks to producer Marcia Eppich-Harris for giving us Troxell’s name.)

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.

IRT: Facing horror with hope and hospitality

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By John Lyle Belden

We all have a story.

Those of us who remember – most of us alive at the time do – all have a story of where they were and what they were doing on Sept. 11, 2001. Just the two numbers, “9/11,” conjure feelings and/or flashes of memory. While people around the world watched on their televisions, many individuals had more personal stories. Among them were thousands aloft on various airlines, unaware what had happened to four other passenger jets that day.

This is their story.

The Indiana Repertory Theatre presents the regional premiere of “Come From Away,” the musical by Irene Sankoff and David Hein, based on real events and real people involved with the emergency landing of 38 planes (including a jumbo 777) on the remote airfield at Gander, Newfoundland, Canada. All air traffic in and around the U.S. was grounded for days while authorities investigated the terrorist attacks in New York; Washington, D.C.; and Pennsylvania, making certain no other aircraft were involved. To the friendly and very hospitable Newfoundlanders, their only concern was that a number of people that equaled the local population had unexpectedly come to stay for a while. “Welcome to the Rock!”

Directed by James Vàsquez, this production is suffused with the welcoming spirit of the Canadian Maritimes and its folk traditions, set on a simple performing-hall stage partly surrounded by musicians on fiddle, pipes, guitars, and percussion. Wooden chairs and tables suffice for the scenes, as the story is told and enacted by a cast in which every actor has at least two roles.

Gander Mayor Claude Elliott (Brian Ray Norris) coordinates the town’s efforts with the assistance of policeman (of a two-man force) Oz (David Kirk Grant), teacher Beulah (Terra C. MacLeod), new local TV reporter Janice (Hannah Embree) and others, including getting a local school bus driver (Brett Mutter) to put the drivers’ strike on hold to help. Bonnie (Bets Malone) of the local SPCA adamantly seeks out animals in the aircraft holds that need care.

Meanwhile, on the jumbo jet, impatient passengers wonder what’s going on.  This includes Mutter and Jesse Bhamrah as gay couple Kevin and Kevin; Larry Raben as Nick from England, who gets to know Diane from Texas (Crissy Guerrero); Will Mann as Bob from New York, and later as an African traveler; Laraisha Dievelyn Dionne as Hannah, whose son is a New York firefighter; and Embree as a harried flight attendant. Up front is Beverley Bass (Jean McCormick), who was the first woman captain for American Airlines. Bhamrah also plays Ali, a Muslim passenger who gets looked on with suspicion by the others.

No doubt due to the plethora of stories gathered to make this musical, along with the talent and dedication of Vàsquez and the cast, this is an outstanding ensemble effort that still manages to give so many individual perspectives. We get the full range of feelings, from the fear and apprehension, as well as the shock as each character realizes what had happened, to the gratitude and good humor from and in reaction to the Islanders’ generosity. The local flavor includes a sort of Newfoundland initiation so that those “from Away” feel more at home – see the displays on the balcony level of the lobby to learn about the Cod and the Ugly Stick.

Music Director is Angie Benson; especially notable in the band are Liz Browder-Bohall on fiddle and Landon Thomspon on percussion (including the Stick).

Personally, this brought a lot of feelings from that time back for me. I could relate in a small way to what it was like for the people portrayed, as while the 9/11 attacks didn’t happen to them directly, it had a profound effect on their lives. The world had changed, and even after the emergency had passed and the aircraft left, no one would be the same afterward. I hope that some of that impact is impressed on those who can only see this as just a historical event from a quarter-century ago.

There is also a relic from the World Trade Center on display in the IRT lobby, on loan from the Indianapolis International Airport.

If you can, go to “Come From Away,” running through May 10 on the main stage at 140 W. Washington St., in the heart of downtown Indianapolis. Tickets and info at irtlive.com.

Asante shows ‘Glory’ of Attucks team

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By John Lyle Belden

The word “asante” is an expression of gratitude used in much of Africa. Here in central Indiana, we are grateful for Deborah Asante and the Asante Art Institute (expanded from her established art and theatre programs in 2018). This treasured local institution helps guide self-discovery and celebrate the African American experience through creative programs and performances.

With the current climax of high school and college basketball under way downtown, Asante focuses on the program that helped change the game far more than most people realize. The historical drama “A Touch of Glory” by Laura Town, directed by Ms. Asante, tells the story of the Crispus Attucks Tigers, the first all-black team in America to win a public high school state championship, taking the title in 1955 and 1956, a team that featured future hall-of-famer Oscar Robertson. It was also the first state title for an Indianapolis squad. This is well known, yet far from the whole story.

We are guided through this story by the “Angel” spirit of Willie Burnley (played by Joshua Short), whose hoop dreams ended after high school, getting his wings from cancer a few years later. He has not only a story to tell, but also an important role in it. He notes that Robertson was known to get a triple-double – double-digit points, rebounds, and assists – nearly every game.

Willie will tell us about Oscar’s two greatest assists.

At the heart of the story is the Tigers’ coach, Ray Crowe (Reggie McGuire), who worked his way up from school janitor and built a team in a school that didn’t even have a proper gym. His determination, confidence and optimism help to win over reluctant and cautious principal Russell Lane (Ennis Adams Jr), as well as his fiancé/wife of saintly patience Betty (Clarissa Michelle), and the boys who played street ball in “The Dust Bowl” – Burnley, Robertson brothers Bailey (Joshua Bruton) and Oscar (Deontà Stark), future Mr. Basketball Hallie Bryant (Bryce Hawthorne) and future Globetrotter Dill Gardner (A’veon Curry), who played barefoot.

The play also features Matthew Brown as sportswriter Bob Collins, who sees more than good story here; Rick Drumm in supporting roles; and Joe Wagner as a couple of less savory persons.

Most impressive are the Cheerleaders – empressnikia, Shelby Brown, Taylor Todd – fitting naturally as a sort of Greek Chorus as well as aiding the story and its atmosphere.

Short gives Burnley, who mostly rode the bench but didn’t seem to mind, an infectious joyful energy that keeps us engaged. This, and the earnest portrayal of Coach Crowe by McGuire, help elevate the by-the-numbers sports hero story to something that feels important beyond its own time and place. Though we know the end, in looking at the story from an early-50s perspective we feel the tensions, imminent threat, and the deafening silence in place of support from other parts of the city and state.

We get an interesting glimpse into the Robertsons: Bruton’s Bailey is brash and vocal, yet focused while on the court. Stark’s Oscar lets his game do the talking and easily comes across as a future legend. Curry as Gardner gives an interesting perspective on the meaning of success under limited options. Keiston Drake plays another Tiger player, and also provides beautiful vocals during a musical moment.

The choreography by Shawn Cowherd extends beyond the cheer routines as the scenes of basketball action move with easy grace and athletic beauty. Clever and functional set design is by Antonio Burks, with costumes by Latoya Adams. AshLee Burks is assistant director, and Kelli Thomas is stage manager.

The Academy provided support on and behind the stage. Credit where due: Kyler Brown, Lamont Swayze, Kawai Castillo, Adina Sconiers, Ava Floyd, Zeruiah Bailey, and Reygan Rucker, with teaching artists Jasmine Robinson and Reno Moore and performance mentor Kiheem Brown.

“A Touch of Glory” has performances 7:30 p.m. Thursday, Friday and Saturday, as well as 1 p.m. Saturday (April 2-4) at the Athenaeum, 401 E. Michigan St., Indianapolis. For tickets, see athenaeumindy.org. Put on some green and gold if you feel like it, and you might even learn the “Crazy Song.”

GSC mounts ‘Richard III’

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By John Lyle Belden

Garfield Shakespeare Company is an exceptional part of the Indianapolis theatre scene. The not-for-profit volunteer company, residing at beautiful Garfield Park south of downtown, keeps the spirit of classic theatre alive with quality productions and free admission for audiences.

Starting its 20th Anniversary Season, GSC presents the tragic history of William Shakespeare’s “Richard III.” Based on one of England’s less-liked monarchs, we see how this proud, ambitious, and unscrupulous Duke murders his way to the Crown, then famously ends up losing his horse.

Mallory Ward directs a cast of varying experience, all dedicated to honoring the Bard’s work. Derrick Krober eagerly plays the title role, from the start charming nearly everyone while noting with a grin to us watching that he intends to be “the villain.”

In various roles, the other players include Rayanna Bibbs (her proud Lady Margaret never fooled by Richard); Spencer Dorian Crane (compelling in vastly different ways as sad Lady Anne, a reluctant assassin, and sassy Catesby); Hans Cummings (his Clarence almost talking his way out of dying); Omar El Jordi; Sydney Engelstein; Susan Gaertner; Guy Grubbs (playing both a King and a Mayor); Joni Metcalf Kemp; Miranda Khoury (as Queen Elizabeth, with a sharply delivered speech late in the play); Fred Margison; Tess Smith (parts include the heroic Earl of Richmond); and Chad Yadon (in the pivotal role of Buckingham). Also, the multi-talented Zella Mae Elm plays prince and princess roles as well as performing traditional and original songs – one with Shakespeare’s lyrics – playing the mandolin in lieu of a lute.

Performances are 7:30 p.m. Thursday, Friday, and Saturday (March 26-28) at the Garfield Park Arts Center, 2432 Conservatory Drive. While admission is free, as seating in this indoor venue is limited, reservations are recommended at gscindy.org.

Tragic depth in half-full bathtubs

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By John Lyle Belden

Fascination with unusual murder has been a pop culture staple for centuries, especially if such stories are true. Through the last century or so, the arts have explored the minds of monstrous killers, as well as the clever persons deducing who did the deed. Now, stories will often focus on those unable to speak for themselves.

In “The Drowning Girls,” at Main Street Productions in Westfield, we hear them loud and clear.

Based on events in England, this unique drama by Canadians Daniela Vlaskalic, Beth Graham, and Charlie Tomlinson, directed here by Molly Bellner, features just three clawfoot bathtubs on the stage, actually containing water. From these emerge the three known murder victims of George Joseph Smith. They speak to each other – and to us – relating how they were each taken in by the lifelong thief, swindler and bigamist, and how he was finally brought to justice for their killings in 1915.

Bessie Mundy (Jo Bennett) went with husband “Henry Williams” to a seaside resort; Alice Burnham Smith (Monya Wolf) was in a Blackpool boardinghouse with husband “George Rose Smith;” Margaret Elizabeth Lloyd (Sarah Eberhardt) resided with husband “John Lloyd” in Highgate, London. All three died of “misadventure” – perhaps a seizure? – in the bath. The women’s savings, and life insurance, naturally went to the husband.

As the three actors examine and reenact the events, they take on other roles as needed, including taking turns as smooth-talking Mr. Smith(Williams/Lloyd). Society and expectations on women play a part, but also the manipulation familiar to stories of psychopathy, abuse, and controlling behavior.

The pacing and style of the material is familiar to those who enjoy true-crime documentaries and podcasts, which aids the sense that this is nonfiction. Having reviewed the steps that led to their watery demise, Bessie, Alice and Margaret then perform as the various people who finally brought Smith to the gallows – including the attentive Burnham parents, their suspicions deepened by strange coincidence, as well as detectives who broke new ground in forensics and investigation.

Bennett, Wolf, and Eberhardt, each outstanding, don’t put on period English accents as their plight is timeless, as likely to happen in 1914 or 2014 (or ’26). They fully take their characters’ opportunity to express their frustration and give their example as warning, complete with charming moments and gallows humor, yet never straying from the circumstances of their fate.

The simple set (complete with waterproofing, we surmise) is by Ed Trout. Beautiful white gowns by costumer Cathie Morgan help complete the scene. Stage manager is Marissa Hassie, with backstage assistant Baylor Bates.

Though it only took a few inches of water to kill them, “The Drowning Girls” go deep. Performances are Thursday through Sunday, March 26-29, at the Basile Westfield Playhouse, 220 N. Union St. (Downtown construction slows traffic, but the site is accessible.) Get tickets from Main Street Productions at westfieldplayhouse.org.

Local ‘Greatest Star’ in Footlite ‘Funny Girl’

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By Wendy Carson

The musical “Funny Girl” and Barbra Streisand are so connected in most people’s minds that it’s honestly hard to picture anyone else in the part. After all, Fanny Brice was a force of nature. She grew up as an ordinary girl with an amazing voice and acting ability. Though constantly reminded that she was no great beauty (we wish to differ – Google her photos), her ambition and talent kept her going and made her a star.

Considering that the title role is onstage most of the show’s duration and carries the majority of the musical numbers (including two of Barbra’s biggest hits), this role is also a star-maker.

The performance of Kennedy Wilson (who sort of resembles the real Brice) in Footlite Musicals’ current production proves that she is an equivocal force to be reckoned with. She brings out the sweet, bitter, and triumphant feelings of each word she utters. I am honestly so glad to have witnessed her tour-de-force in this role.

Director Kevin Bell really struck gold casting Wilson, as well as the rest of the cast in this spectacular production. Looking and sounding sharp are Drew Hedges as steady friend Eddie, Graham Brinklow as Fanny’s first producer, Tom Keeney, Andrew Ranck as the immortal Flo Ziegfeld, and Aaron Mann as Nicky Armstein, the hard-luck gambler who won Fanny’s heart. Back home on Henry Street, Miki Mathioudakis is Mama Brice, with Adrienne Reiswerg as “auntie” Mrs. Strakosh.

Bell also choreographs, with Katie Van Den Heuvel; Yolanda Valdivia is assistant director; Jeremy Kaylor conducts the orchestra. Sets are by Bell and Jerry Beasley, costumes by Etta Biloon.

The musical, by Jule Styne and Bob Merrill with book by Isobel Lennart, is based on Brice’s rise to fame as “The Greatest Star” and her quest to be as successful at love as she was on stage. Whether this is familiar to you or new, this production is enjoyable as well as inspiring, Wilson’s Brice a portrait of unflagging persistent optimism. No “rain on [her] parade” for sure.

Hey theatre patron, here she is! “Funny Girl” has two weekends, running through March 22 at the Hedback Theater, 1847 N. Alabama St. in downtown Indianapolis. Tickets and info at footlite.org.

Indy Drag’s crowning achievement

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By John Lyle Belden

“Divorced. Beheaded. Died. Divorced. Beheaded. Survived.” Divas – Bedazzled – Live!

If there was ever a Broadway show perfect for Indy Drag Theatre parody treatment, it’s “Six.” Now the concert musical gets IDT’s royal treatment as its debut production in the Phoenix Theatre Cultural Centre.

The original musical by Toby Marlow and Lucy Moss (a smash in the UK as well as New York) is a fabulous fantasia in which the six wives of England’s King Henry VIII arrive from the afterlife as pop stars. In a sing-off, the one who had the worst time with the legendary monarch gets named the girl group’s leader.

No strangers to corsets, we have six queens* playing the Queen: Natasha Kennedy is Catherine of Aragon, whom Henry started an entire church denomination to dump. CiCi Pasiòn is Anne Boleyn, who found out the hard way she was not allowed to fool around like the randy Royal. Madison Avenue is Jane Seymour, who would give Henry a son if it was the last thing she’d do – and it was. Brentlee Bich is Anna of Cleves, the German whose portrait was apparently the Renaissance version of Glamour Shots. Kiki Crimi is Katherine Howard, who even in this venue can’t catch a break, after a life of abusive treatment before losing her head. Natalie PortMa’am is Cathine Parr, who put up with the gout-ridden old King through his final days. (Tip of the crown to Kelsey McDaniel, our lady in waiting serving as Swing.)

Aside from taking creative license as a Drag Parody, the production is expanded to include an on-stage “band” – The Crown Jewels – play-synching their instruments: Dallas Fort Worth as Sir Pluck-A-Lot on bass, Jared Matthew as Keys McQueen on keyboards, Faith Camire as the Earl of Beats on drums, and the fabulous Freddie Fatale as Duke Strummer on guitar. They add a couple of extra songs, including a big number featuring puppet versions of the Six women.

This spectacular is directed by April Rosè, who also choreographed, assisted by Canila Carpenter. Costumes are by Caitlin Davey, with makeup by Celeste Al’Dreams and wigs by Gayle Thyme. Stage set is by Miss Kay-Otic, with props by Tricera Tits. Stage manager is Brian Kitta. Lighting is by Paully Crumpacker, with sound by Cadence.

The show is supremely entertaining with just enough real history to make you want to go look it up. This is coupled with the ever-present issue of women – even at the highest office – being tied to the fortunes of men, disregarded on their own merits. Each Queen presents her frustration while also showing her strength. Catherine confronts rejection; Anne consoles herself with her post-mortal fame; Jane tempers pride of motherhood with regret. Anna of Cleves’s section especially satirizes modern beauty standards with her swipe-left/swipe-right number, and demonstrates that unconventional beauty is still beautiful, worthy to be “Queen of the Castle.”

High artistic standards coupled with individual passions coming together in unselfish collaboration continue a local entertainment phenomenon. The house is a little bigger, but will still get filled.

Performances of “Six: A Drag Parody Musical” continue through Sunday, March 15, on the Livia & Steve Russell main stage at 705 N. Illinois St. in downtown Indianapolis. Get tickets at phoenixtheatre.org, and info at indydragtheatre.org.  

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*(Note: Out of respect for the art form and its performers, they are identified by their Drag names as given in the show program.)

Lessons impact more than students in ALT drama

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By John Lyle Belden

Home Economics education was a normal part of growing up female in America for most of the 20th century. Colleges took it a step further with degree programs and entire departments so that ambitious ladies could get socially acceptable careers in fields like foods and nutrition or education, or to just become more knowledgeable housewives.

In “Borrowed Babies,” the drama by Jennifer Blackmer presented by American Lives Theatre, an enterprising professor at an Indiana college creates an innovation within that system.

In 1952, Judy London (Jen Johansen) starts her “Home Management House” where four senior Home Ec majors will reside while taking on practical projects in aspects such as cooking and sewing. For them to better understand infant care, Mrs. London has arranged for an actual one-month-old from the local Children’s Home, who will live with them throughout the semester.

In 1982, the program has been inactive for over a decade and the House, where Mrs. London still has her office, is about to be demolished by the University to make way for new construction. Assisted by distracted student Shelly (Rachel Ivie), they are packing up accumulated paperwork and records when a 30-year-old woman (Lauren Briggeman) arrives, insisting on speaking with the professor. Wendy, they discover, has been here before.

On a singular stage set, designed by Nick Kilgore, we witness both eras. Bridget Haight’s direction, lighting design by Paully Crumpacker, and the skill of the cast – especially Johansen – make the story’s constant flow between these periods natural and easy to follow.

In the ‘50s, we get to know the four students: Vera (Hannah Luciani) is an honor student, eager to please. Louise (Carmia Imani) is ambitious, her eye on both a career and a certain young man, though she is regarded as the group’s worst cook. Betty (Dorian Underwood) is bright and upbeat with dreams of making it in the New York art scene. Bernie (Sarah Powell), daughter of a former “Rosie the Riveter” and an overbearing father, enjoys fixing things – however, she resists helping to care for the baby, as she doesn’t plan to have one of her own.

Julie Dixon plays Mrs. Rose McGuinness, a social worker with the Children’s Home.

Blackmer, a Professor of Theatre at Ball State University in Muncie, based this play on a past program of “practice houses” there. Having this grounded in a real mid-century experiment, done with the best intentions but a more ends-justify-means standard of ethics typical at the time, makes this drama even more fascinating. It also gives a glimpse into the lives of women college students who must reconcile unlimited potential with limited opportunities.

In addition, this production gives us the pleasure of seeing two of Indy’s best actors, Johansen and Briggeman, go toe-to-toe in a battle of wills. Those playing students also get moments to shine, especially Powell in her deeply conflicted role.

Class is in session, with lessons that ask hard but important questions. “Borrowed Babies” runs through Feb. 22 at the Phoenix Theatre Cultural Centre, 705 N. Illinois St. in downtown Indianapolis. For tickets, go to phoenixtheatre.org.