IF Theatre

Rock solid ‘Amadeus’

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By Wendy Carson

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

All the Rage

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By John Lyle Belden and Wendy Carson

It’s been a busy month or so for Betty Rage Productions and its founder, Callie Burk-Hartz. The independent company, dedicated to, in its words, “telling interesting stories, creating original comedy, and making sure there is always a bad-ass role for a woman,” has managed all three quite well.

In the first weekend of March, Betty Rage presented an excellent production of the Noel Coward comedy, “Blithe Spirit,” with a cast for whom acting comes as natural as breathing, including Burk-Hartz herself. This was done in cooperation with the Indianapolis Scottish Rite, which provided more than a venue.

“They have been so supportive,” Burk-Hartz said. The relationship started a few years ago, when she found herself seeking a location for her next play. Having relatives in Masonic organizations, she called the Scottish Rite, which happily provided a beautiful theater, technical help, and even props.

Later in March, Betty Rage presented another one-of-a-kind revue of “Lady Bits” at IF Theatre. Drawing from a variety of local women performers, they bring all manner of comedy “bits” including sketches, improv, and standup. The talent is exceptional and the result is wonderful. (See our review of the January show.) “Lady Bits” returns on June 12-13.

The month ended at the IF with Betty Rage hosting FemmeFest, presenting four original one-hour stage productions written and acted by women. As a development venue for these shows, they often felt raw, but with great potential. You may see one or all of these as polished gems in the future:

“BS Conversations” – The Uncut Diamond Alicia Sims presented a one-woman show, or “Monodrama,” performing about a dozen distinct characters who find themselves on a broken-down bus. As they await repairs, surprising connections are made and discovered among these personalities. The result is funny and engaging, and audience members were impressed with her nimble character work.

“Female Troubles” – A sort of cabaret revue by Elle Tyler, directed by Ana Hammersly, in which five women gather to express their blues. Performers are Maria Meschi, Abby Morris, Skye Walker, Anna Zimmerman, and Tyler on piano. They all helped collaborate on their original songs, presented with energy and humor. And honesty – we found ourselves thinking “that was like if you had said, ‘describe Maria in a song’” after her number. The overall feel is reminiscent of the popular “Menopause: The Musical,” but relating more to one’s 20s and 30s, including experiencing motherhood.

“Out of Yard Signs” – This dark comedy by Jacqueline Lidberg Larabee, directed by Ebony Chappel, is a peek behind the scenes of a political campaign in a major city. Headquarters for Major Brooks is reeling after her competitor, Henson, lands an endorsement from a minor celebrity. However, her powerful campaign manager feels that she can overcome this situation, without resorting to one-upping each other with B-list celebrities. Add to this a perky and very motivated intern who also has to deal with a delusional “supporter” who only wants a yard sign to get her husband off her back, and you have a recipe for hilarity and a nice educational lesson on the current political discourse. Hopefully, this show will turn up again with a little more added (we really want to see the results of the impending press conference) as it is a smartly written look at women and race in the current political climate. Performers were Gabrielle Patterson, Andrea “Sapphyre” White, Ezri Braid-Grizzell, and Erin Moore.

“The Shared Stage” – Presented by Robin Kildall with Karin Stratton, Brandi Metzger, Anna Himes, Kait Burch, and Rachelle Martin, this is a series of six 10-minute plays that all entertained well and we hope some of them might be expanded to become a fringe-length offering.

  1. “American Gurl” – Arden, formerly Olivia, brings his fiancé Hannah home for Thanksgiving. While there, Hannah is going to finally get to see the oft-talked about collection of American Girl Dolls Arden grew up with. However, she is unaware that the dolls actually come to life and interact with people, until they suddenly mistake her for their owner. This makes for some delightful whimsy and interesting backstory.
  2. “Railing it Uptown” – Two women, one in black and one in white, are taking the subway home from a day’s excursion in the city. Their interactions are absurdist at times and quaint at others but show that you can never know what a stranger has to offer.
  3. “Still Life, In Zombies” – A retired zombie hunter is pursuing some of her hobbies when a zombie ends up at her door. It’s not one from the labs her daughter runs, so she locks it in the closet for later. After her best friend and another zombie show up, things get a little more complicated. Still, it looks like at least one of her ideas may actually bring about a possible solution to the situation.
  4. “There Once Were Two Clouds in the Sky” – Two clouds, on roller chairs, interact with each other during their short but interesting lifespan. It’s a sweet take on the fleetingness of a lifetime and one’s purpose in the universe.
  5. “Chicken Shoot” – A girl and her stepsister find the remains of the government complex where their father worked. They try to somehow connect with their always distant father, who was more obsessed with his life’s most important project (The Chicken Shoot). While the actual project was both vastly important and truly absurd, it was a part of their lives, however tangentially, and must be acknowledged as must their roles, however secondary, in his life.
  6. “Carole’s, Cuts, and Dyes” – It’s just before Christmas at Carole’s Salon and everyone has some secrets to share. Between the idea of who has known a murderer, Christmas sex, and the true meaning of Christmas, we are taken on a whirlwind of laughs and food for thought that will keep you reminiscing for a while.

For information on what the Bettys are up to, see bettyrageproductions.com.

Cryptid ‘Bats’ another hit

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By John Lyle Belden

Part of the genius of Dakota Jones is that through Cryptid Entertainment he and his accomplices do masterful work in the space where comedy, horror, schlock, and camp intersect. They strike again in collaboration with Stagequest Theatrical Services – directed by Ty Stover – with an incredible production of “Bat Boy: The Musical.” Production manager Jones did, and does, a lot to bring this to the IF Theatre stage.

Originally, Bat Boy was a half-human creature brought to public attention in the fantastical tabloid newspaper Weekly World News in 1992, appearing in reports of bizarre happenings for years afterward. He became part of the theatre world in 1997 with a musical written by Brian Flemming and Keythe Farley, music and lyrics by Laurence O’Keefe. The show has played Off-Broadway, on London’s West End, and made its local debut at the Phoenix Theare in the early 2000s.

Now, the home of IndyFringe is transformed into a struggling 1990s West Virginia mountain town. In a nearby cavern, the three Taylor kids are smoking drugs harmlessly exploring when they encounter the fearful, feral Title Character! They freak out. It freaks out. The sister is bitten. It’s chaos. Cue the singing.

Fortunately, Sheriff Reynolds (Benjamin Elliot) gets involved and brings the Bat Boy (Parker Taylor) to local veterinarian Dr. Thomas Parker (Noah Winston) and his family, wife Meredith (Paige Scott) and daughter Shelley (Alicia Barnes). Rather than euthanize the creature, they keep it/him, which Mrs. Parker names Edgar and teaches to speak and to act civilized.

Meanwhile, the residents of Hope Falls, W.Va., are upset that the Bat Boy has not been destroyed, claiming it’s the cause of a mysterious plague that has been killing their cattle. Worse, having this apparent abomination in their midst wouldn’t be right with the Rev. Hightower’s big Tent Revival coming to town.

It should be noted that while this musical gets really silly, it is definitely not for young audiences. Consider it a “hard R” – especially with what happens in the woods in Act 2. But if you are into what Cryptid puts out, you’ll find this a hilarious, very entertaining and bizarrely inspiring production.

Brilliant casting is a major factor in this sure-fire hit. We have noticed that Parker Taylor has been one of the best young actors in Indianapolis. His willingness to commit to unconventional characters delivers a convincingly heroic lead. Scott nimbly takes on the weirdness as she so often does. Winston and Barnes each add a touch of drama to the absurdity.

All other actors take on multiple roles. Dave Pelsue and Shelbi Berry Kamohara especially show incredible range. Pelsue’s parts include Mama Taylor and the high-spirited Rev. Hightower. Kamohara’s turns include an old man, the bully Rick Taylor, and an oversexed Nymph. Gender-fluid casting and costuming also keep things interesting with Jonathan Young, Nina Stilabower, Bobby Haley, Ashley Bennett, and Jed Ottersen.  

Stover ensures the necessary chaos comes off with professional polish. Dakota Lumley provides clever set design, as well as creating Bat Boy’s distinctive look. (Parker noted that his fangs were carefully crafted to allow him to sing.) Vocal direction is by Jill Stewart. Costumes and technical direction are by Marina Eisenbraun.

If you, too, want to “love your Bat Boy,” act fast as – to no one’s surprise – tickets are selling very quickly, with opening weekend sold out. The show runs through March 8 at the IF, 719 E. St. Clair, Indianapolis. Get tickets at indyfringe.org.

Situation of sensitivities tests couple in TOTC premiere

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By John Lyle Belden

How do you strive to do better in a rude and judgmental world without falling into snap judgements, and even, ironically, coming off rude? This conundrum comes with a dose of deeper issues in the dark comedy, “St. Sebastian.”

This Indianapolis premiere is the first full production by That Other Theatre Company, directed by company founder Jay Hemphill. The play by nationally known locally-based playwright Andrew Kramer grapples with bittersweet humor a collision of left-of-center issues including gentrification, race, and LGBTQ, as well as personal trust and faith.

Gay couple Ben (Eric Olson) and Gideon (Joe Wagner) have moved into a house with plans to fix it up and “flip” it. Ben, a former priest who works full-time on the renovation, feels glad to have gotten this foreclosure for a low price at auction. However, Gideon, a younger man who works as a DEI sensitivity trainer, discovers to his dismay that their home is in Robbins, Ill., one of the most notable historically Black towns in America. And Ben and Gideon are white.

Ben encounters a local youth, Rueben (Jy’Ierre Jones), checking out his new neighbors. Finding no ill will either way, Ben soon pays Rueben to do some yard work and odd jobs. Gideon’s extreme reactions reflect current sensibilities while betraying feelings he is reluctant to acknowledge.

The narrative plays out in a series of fairly short scenes, giving snapshots of the plot’s progression. Some elements are given without resolution, such as the padlock on the closet, and the broken window. Does the neighborhood dog (unseen) signify something, or is he just a friendly stray? Perhaps these are reminders that in real life, not everything we encounter has some higher meaning.

Much of the focus is on the love between Ben and Gideon, with honest passion and tested like that of any couple (gay, straight or otherwise). Learning the origin of their relationship could make you uncomfortable, yet Olson and Wagner make their feelings genuine. Their individual perspectives surprise them, with bitter disagreement over what were common goals. Wagner makes Gideon’s overthinking nature a source of both humor and tension.

Jones gives us an interesting, complex character. He is a teen who likes to paint action figures, a neighbor whose presence hints at a past connection to this house. He is curious and a bit insightful, but still a kid.

The title refers to an early Catholic saint, usually pictured as a young man tied to a tree and pierced with arrows, having the honor (or misfortune) to be martyred twice. Noting St. Sebastian’s more recent embrace by the LGBTQ community, Gideon keeps a small statue as a prized possession.

While you may not learn “How Not to Be a Gentrifier,” you might glean an insight into human nature under modern pressures. A show that’s sure to spark some conversations, “St. Sebastian” runs through Feb. 8 on the Basile main stage of the IF Theatre, 719 E. St. Clair St., Indianapolis. Get tickets at indyfringe.org.

More than a ‘Bit’ funny

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By John Lyle Belden

Wendy and I finally saw the little comedy variety show that Betty Rage Productions, produced by Callie Burk-Hartz, has put on from time to time for a while now: “Lady Bits.”

Innuendo in the title aside, the focus is on “bits” as in comedy scenes, sketches, improv, songs, stand-up – whatever gets you laughing. Hopefully, shows like this can put to rest the absurd old myth that women aren’t funny, especially with the many highly talented female performers just in central Indiana.

Burk-Hartz said she has around 40 women she has featured in various Lady Bits shows. For the January lineup, she had a dozen, including first appearances by Emily Wray, Katherine Young, and Alex Stark. Paige Scott accompanied on piano.

Each show is different. This one featured a fair amount of improv (some under the leadership of Meg McClane), stand-up sets by “Auntie” Shannon Samson and Gwen Sunkel, and a sharp and funny satire of an eager youth minister performed by Kelsey Van Voorst. To help set up an improv musical, Frankie Bolda told about her “first time” – driving her father’s Jeep.  

Callie has something as good or even better planned for the next Lady Bits in March. With the amount of gathered talent, their eager collaboration and sense of sisterhood, you can count on a fun and wildly entertaining evening at any of these shows.

Lady Bits performances are at the IF Theatre, 719 E. St. Clair, just off Mass Ave. in downtown Indianapolis (tickets at indyfringe.org). Betty Rage has a variety of productions in the works, including Noel Coward’s “Blithe Spirit,” March 5-8 at the Indianapolis Scottish Rite, and an upcoming “Femme Fest” of short plays at the IF. Get info at bettyrageproductions.com.

Cryptid ‘Evil Dead’ a big mess – just how we like it

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By John Lyle Belden

Why am I even writing this?

Oh, right. They let us in for free. Got thoroughly doused with wet, cold, red, gelatin-fortified fake blood – right in the face, torso, and thoroughly in the crotch – at no charge.

However, if you are reading this, wishing to enjoy the same macabre shower, and you don’t have a ticket to Cryptid Entertainment’s production of “Evil Dead: The Musical,” well, you are pretty much out of luck. Every seat in the IF Theatre’s Basile main stage is covered in gore sold out, every show, except – possibly – the added final performance at midnight on Halloween.

Let me reassure you, though, if you are bothered by wild horror-based humor, R-rated hijinks, nasty words, near-nudity, horny trees, and FUN, then you have (metaphorically) dodged the bullet (and for-real a lot of wet ickiness). Dakota Jones and company can provide you more wholesome entertainment next month.

Since you are likely to miss it, I could frankly write anything here: that Chris Ritchie as Ash truly commits to the role by actually cutting off his hand every night (they sew it back on; these people are professionals!) or that Kylie Schweikarth intensely studied the Mike Rowe “crawlspace” commercials to perfect her lurking in the basement, or that Payton Ullman keeps an exorcist on speed-dial, or that Jess Hackenberg is so method that she took three and a half semesters of the Lost Enochian language to better evoke the Necronomicon, or that Suraj Choudhary managed to memorize the line “stupid b*tch” in Guiness World Record Time (look it up), or even that Tony Schaab’s passionate portrayal of the Moose was so moving the audience could not stay in their seats. And Jonathan Young’s Jake was indeed reliable, we just can’t publicly say at what.

Oh, but you do have a ticket and was just wondering what to expect? If I told you it was awful, would you give up your seats, because I’ve got these friends, and…

All, right, I’ll admit it. It was awesome.

Like “The Rocky Horror Show,” it’s a fully immersive theatre experience – but instead of the audience messing with the actors, the cast and crew mess with you! And it does get messy, reaching well into the seating. Don’t wear anything too delicate. The musical takes on the plots of “Evil Dead” and “Evil Dead 2: Dead by Dawn” with lots of nods to “Army of Darkness,” featuring Ritchie at his most Bruce Campbell-est and the others all camping it up, including songs and a zombie dance number. Unfamiliar with the films? It’s not a hard plot to follow.

And that Moose – give him the Tony!  

Find out more at indyfringe.org or the Cryptid Entertainment page on Facebook.

IndyFringe: Operation!

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This is part of the 20th Anniversary Indy Fringe Festival, Aug. 14-24, 2025, in downtown Indianapolis. For information and tickets, see indyfringe.org.

By John Lyle Belden

This has nothing to do with the board game, though we do get a bit Medieval with a body lying on his back. The self-described “silly girls” of Disgusting Brothers Company created and perform this comedy set in the medical school of the University of Bolognia in 1303, where many had surgery done – some patients even surviving their procedures.

Also, that was a very eventful year for Pope Boniface VIII. Just saying.

Professor Alderotti (Elyse Rohn) and assistant Mondino (Elysia Justice) prepare for the day’s medical procedures, including surgery on a mysterious guest. Cardinal Francesco (Connor Buhl) arrives in full arrogance to announce the patient is his uncle, His Holiness Pope Boniface VIII (Vicci Simich). Months earlier, the Papal dispute with King Philip IV of France had led to Boniface being abducted and held briefly by the French, and he wasn’t doing too well. The 70-something year old Pontiff appears, shaking and mentally out of sorts, which his doctors have attributed to “melancholy.” Francesco insists that Alderotti perform a surgery to remove this condition; the Doctor and Mondino state it can’t be done; Francesco’s Vatican authority, and his dagger, say otherwise – prepare for surgery!

This show is a hilarious trove of historical humor. The set-up scene between Rohn and Justice already had us nearly rolling. The presence of the addled Pope, wonderfully portrayed by Simich, contrasted by the impatient menace of Buhl’s Francesco, only adds to fun. Elements of that era such as pomp and ceremony, and surgeons required to operate without looking upon His Holy body, also factor in the funny. Even pieces of flatbread become punchlines. Based loosely on actual history, this fantastic farce was written by Justice and director Hania Moktadir.

Performances in the IF Theatre Basile Stage continue Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, Aug. 22-24.

‘Laramie Project’ at IF Theatre

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By John Lyle Belden

Twenty-seven years, this October.

That is how long it has been since the murder of Matthew Shepard. About five years longer than he was alive.

The memory of that life, how the gay college student was brutally beaten and left to die tied to a wooden fence, and how the aftermath changed a town and affected the world were captured by the Tectonic Theatre Project, led by Moises Kaufman, in “The Laramie Project.” This play – more like a staged documentary derived from actual interviews and journal entries – is presented by Picture It! Players at IF Theatre through Sunday (May 18).

Directed by Molly Bellner, the cast of Austin Uebelhor, Thom Turner, Adam Phillips, Ryan Moskalick, Amelia Tryon, Cass Knowling, Susan Yeaw, Mary-Margaret Sweeney, and James LaMonte portray both the project interviewers and the people of Laramie, Wyoming, whom they talked to.

Among various roles, Uebelhor plays Kaufman and a priest who organized the candlelight vigil while Shepard was in a coma; Turner is the overwhelmed police sergeant tasked with the case as well as the E.R. doctor who initially treated Shepard, and, coincidentally, one of his attackers; Phillips plays the bartender who was among the last to see Shepard before his attack, as well as a minister preaching against homosexuality; Moskalick’s roles include a theatre student whose perspective widens and one of the attackers, dodging the death penalty by pleading guilty; Tryon relates being the police officer on the scene cutting the cords binding a bloody body, while Yeaw is her concerned mother; Knowling plays a close female friend of “Matt” as well as the teen cyclist who found him dying in the Wyoming countryside; Sweeney gives the view of the head of the University of Wyoming theatre department as well as a local newspaper reporter; LaMonte gives us the empathetic Sheriff’s department investigator as well as the infamously cruel Fred Phelps.

This is an important piece of theatre, an examination of a life, a senseless sadistic crime, and of the rest of us – how we deal with what happened as well as our attitudes and beliefs.

We had seen a production before, on the 20th anniversary of Shepard’s death in 2018. I knew what to expect, however, this time I was struck by the degree of appropriately measured humor in this play. The awkward interactions that come from strangers from a New York theatre coming out West to talk to folks about this absolute worst thing that had happened does set up a few gentle laughs. Upon reflection of the kind of love for life Matt Shepard was known to exhibit this bit of levity is welcome, humanizing the many people dealing with this trauma in their own way. On the other hand, knowing this is based on true events, it didn’t take stage trickery to bring real tears to the actors’ eyes.

Only two performances, 7:30 p.m. Saturday and 3 p.m. Sunday, remain as I post this. It’s on the IF Theatre Basile main stage, 719 E. St. Clair St., downtown Indianapolis; get tickets at indyfringe.org.

Play presents unstable nuclear family

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By John Lyle Belden

When we see photos taken on the surface of the planet Mars, they are desolate, empty, and yet beautiful – in part because we still want to believe in the advanced civilizations that authors including Ray Bradbury and Robert Heinlein placed there. We observe the truth but see the myth.

In “Martian Gothic,” by popular and prolific American playwright Don Nigro, Sonia Pretorius looks at a nuclear power plant and, she tells us, sees grand Martian cathedrals.

The play is presented at IF Theatre by Clerical Error Productions, expanding beyond its reputation for farces by bringing us a more complex sort of comedy – laughter-invoking funny at times, while also “funny” like things are not quite right. Local actor and director Jon Lindley, noting an interest in this play for some time, directs, assisted by stage manager Stacy Long.

Set in the 1980s – apparently at a point between when the Three Mile Island incident increased demand for public relations campaigns by nuclear energy interests, and the Chernobyl disaster, which essentially stopped all interest in building new plants – Sonia (Laura Gellin) is the perfect spokeswoman for the local nuclear energy company. She has a genius intellect, knowledge of the systems, beauty with an engaging personality, and is the daughter of famed nuclear engineer Dr. John Pretorius (Brad Staggs). As a girl she loved science fiction, but as a teen her energies were devoted to caring for younger sister Janie (Sarah Powell) after their mother died.

Sonia has a few problems: Janie is an environmental activist, protesting at the plant; the power company official Sonia reports to, Nofsinger (Blake Mellencamp), is a sexist jerk (and wannabe adulterer); and there are disturbing reports written by the on-site Nuclear Regulatory Commission inspector, R. Hooey. Turns out the “R” stands for Ruth (Alaine Sims), who sits hidden away in the basement writing honest reports that no one reads because the NRC automatically approves anything management wants.

Sonia is also our narrator, with a frankness that belies her public niceness. “Thank you for being ignorant,” she says. Her intellectual smugness extends to treating her sister like an imbecile, not just because of Janie’s dyslexia, but mostly for her refusing to see the wonderful benefits of their father’s work. Gellin and Powell give us a heartbreakingly genuine performance of siblings whose love is constantly obscured by differences that have them arguing any time they are together – constantly both desiring and refusing to understand each other’s point of view.

Staggs gives us a man of conscience finding himself forced to reconsider his life’s work. Dr. Pretorius’s priority becomes connection with his daughters, and to understand the truth – whatever form it takes – with the help of his growing relationship with Ruth. Sims displays sharp wit in her straight-shooter character.

Mellencamp makes Nofsinger an irredeemable ass, weasel, or any manner of unpleasant metaphorical animal. Still, his “the facts are what we say they are” expedient manager is not much of an exaggeration from what’s found in corporations, government, or especially where they intersect.

At a time with new designs for nuclear plants being floated, trust in government and corporate interests as shaky as ever, and our continuing to understand how uncertain is the literal ground under our feet, this play is an important thought-provoking parable for today. Nigro’s words, in Lindley’s hands, intwine themes of family and power with fragile nuclear bonds.

Mars remains too distant for us; however, the wisdom of its mythical race is still attainable, provided we can handle what we grok. “Martian Gothic” has performances Thursday through Sunday, April 24-27 at The Blackbox at IF Theatre, 719 E. St. Clair, downtown Indianapolis. Get tickets at indyfringe.org.