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IndyFringe: Grad School Sucks!

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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

Fact may sometimes be stranger than fiction, but can it be made more funny? This is the experiment Dr. Rob Pyatt, PhD, conducted three times in the Vision Loft venue during the 2025 Indy Fringe Festival.

In his show, “Grad School Sucks!” the master of Weird Science told, with projected illustrations, about various real scientific studies and experiments. During the performance I attended, he told of research on rhinotillexomania (nose-picking) in adolescents; a Japanese experiment in improving rest by laying where the cat sleeps; an actual 1948 Idaho Fish & Game program of “Transplanting Beavers by Airplane and Parachute” (one critter was named “Geronimo”); and the eternal question of how often and why one washes their denim jeans.

After each mini-lecture, the stage was given to three improvisors – Bill Hale, Tim Harrison, and Kayla Tennessen – all from ComedySportz, with two also working in scientific fields. The made-on-the-spot skits (they had not been told about the topics beforehand) would lead to judging by the audience of who would pass this course in comedy.  

The trio proved to be very inventive and consistently funny, even when getting outrageous or spun off something Dr. Pyatt said that seemed off-topic. This made for a doubly entertaining hour between the weird things our lecturer found, and the goofy things the comics did with the information.

Being a Purdue alum and friend to many in central Indiana (including John and Wendy), Rob comes back to Indy from his home in New Jersey at least once a year, so hopefully another round of experiments will be arranged.

IndyFringe: El Traje Nuevo Del Emperador

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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

Now that it has completed its three-day visit to the Vision Loft space at IndyFringe, a few words – in English, please excuse me – about this wonderful piece of Teatro Juvenile:

Presented by Juan Francisco Ramos Aguilar of El Salvador, you are treated to a mask-and-puppet production of the fairy tale fable also known as “The Emperor’s New Clothes.” This story was popularized by Hans Christian Andersen, though its source can be traced back to Spain. Still, its familiarity helps us who don’t speak Spanish as our jester narrator/puppeteer does the show entirely en español, full speed, as though entertaining children in his own country.

That’s right, no English. Not a word. You must pay close attention to the flow and the words that sound familiar, as well as the broad hand gestures and other cues that young listeners rely on as they learn more of their own tongue. For me, this enriched the experience, pulling it out of literary cliché so that I can experience it like its intended audience. I welcomed the chance to stretch my poquito “Sesame Street” understanding of Spanish. The colorful masks, costumes, puppets, and décor further enhance the scene.

Aguilar is the parable-teaching Jester, as well as the Conman seeking oro (gold), as well as the old Prima Ministro who takes El Rey (the King) to see the alleged miracle fabric. At points, His Majesty approaches the audience, asking our opinions. It’s best – no matter what he says or how little you understand – to respond with an emphatic “Si” lest you arouse his royal bluster.

Around the midpoint of the story, the narrator also gives us a quick hand-puppet skit with Punch-and-Judy style characters.

The overall experience was fascinating, and for someone like me an immersive opportunity to follow another language. For those in the audience who could speak Spanish, it was good to have a live performance that appealed directly to them.

Hopefully, this show or something like it can make its way to our city again.

IndyFringe: Beyond Ballet

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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

You have one chance left to see “Beyond Ballet,” presented by Indianapolis Ballet, at 2 p.m. Saturday, Aug. 23, at The District Theatre. Given the rarity of seeing this professional company for such an affordable price, this is likely sold out. Still, check and see if you’re lucky.

What you will see (or miss) is an extraordinary display of beautiful, disciplined artistry in motion, showcasing the physical strength, stamina and control of the dancers. The style mostly exemplifies traditional ballet, even the woman in the pas de deux with a slow-tango feel works in toe-shoes. In a more modern mode is a piece choreographed by local legend David Hochoy, a trio (pas de trois, I believe is the term) to lyrical guitar and aria.

Further, it seems they brought the entire company to this exhibition. You rarely see the same person in two dances, giving us a sampling of Indianapolis Ballet’s varied and diverse talents. In the final curtain call, they overwhelm the District mainstage.

Information on their upcoming season is at IndianapolisBallet.org.

IndyFringe: The Estate Sale

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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

When you enter “The Estate Sale,” the one-woman show by Kelly Dee with Stew Jamesson, there are tables set up with various random and old items, which you can peruse before and after Dee’s performance. Name any price for something, and it’s yours – really!

“Why am I doing this?” she says, “I’m clearing out, letting go.” This applies to the clutter acquired by the estate sale company she runs with her mother in Melbourne, Fla., and that which she has no more room for “up here,” she adds, pointing at her head.

We get more than a sales pitch – the kitsch on the tables largely speaks for itself, though a few items she will show off for their novelty, like the political toilet paper or the rather sinful “statue” of Jesus (if they haven’t been sold yet). We also get the story of her life, from Queens, N.Y., to Florida – which she can’t stand, though she keeps finding herself back there. We learn about her parents, maybe not the best at nurturing, but they have a talent for flipping merchandise that may or may not have “fallen off a truck.” This naturally leads to dealing the estates of the many retirees in her city as they pass on.

She tells of how she always had the “urge to go” somewhere, anywhere. Her life’s baggage, literal and mental, she notes, still stays on her like a backpack. The head-stuff you will get free with your ticket; everything else, make an offer.

Fascinating and funny with the opportunity to get your own odd souvenir, the show has closed its three-show run at The District Theatre. However, Dee said she plans on pulling her sale wagon around Indy Fringe through its closing weekend before moving on to another city.

Fringe alert: Get real weird with a real scientist

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By John Lyle Belden

Some scientific studies sound too bizarre or silly but do have real-world applications. Other times, you hear “according to this study,” yet on a closer look you have to say, “Really?!”

Dr. Rob Pyatt, PhD., tackles both kinds of actual research in his lectures. A self-proclaimed “stand-up scientist” (we’d say this is backwards: he’s fact-based first, with a wild sense of humor), he has hosted a popular real-world Weird Science program (no relation to the film or song) at sci-fi conventions and other events for 20-plus years, plus other STEM education programs and initiatives in several states. An Indiana University graduate with Masters from Purdue and Doctorate from Ohio State, he has also worked at the University of South Dakota, Sioux Falls; and Kean University, Union, N.J.

Aside from serious credentials, Rob is seriously entertaining, whether elaborating on a rather deviant duck, the importance of what bathroom stall you use is to facility planning, or discussing anything Godzilla. He lets audiences know how the science is made, often involving us in quirky surveys which can be mined for data, both accurate and misleading.

Our research shows that he loves Indianapolis.

He will appear live at his regular haunt, InConJunction Sci-Fi Convention, July 4-6, with his Weird Science on the evening of Saturday, July 5, at the Wyndham Indianapolis Airport, 2544 Executive Drive. He presents real, published case studies, research, and incidents explored for – if not useful information – at least, a lot of laughs. And be ready to do an offbeat questionnaire – past surveys include the above restroom preference, or if you can tell a “pit bull” from other breeds by sight (harder than you think!). Part of a big nerd-tastic experience on Indy’s west side, get info (including Saturday-only tickets, if you prefer) at inconjunction.org.

Also, a new show, “Grad School Sucks,” featuring Rob Pyatt, will premiere at the 20th Annual IndyFringe Festival, in which, he declares, “Comedy meets science in this show exploring strange scientific studies.” The festival runs Aug. 14-24 on and around Mass Avenue in downtown Indianapolis. See IndyFringe.org in the coming weeks for details on specific showtimes and venues.

In the meantime, you can also find him hosting the “Weird Science with Rob Pyatt” group on Facebook.

Defiance pulls off hilarious Christmas criminal caper

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By John Lyle Belden

In crime, a well-executed theft requires such skill and finesse to be an art. In “The Heist Before Christmas,” the musical farce by Matt Kramer and Defiance Comedy, the art of larceny quickly devolves from Leonardo da Vinci to Looney Tunes.

An artist in all things theatre, Jay Hemphill performs the role of Nick Demarco, third-generation Master Toy Thief who, with hardened criminal Roxy (Shelby Myers) and her goofy younger brother Bobby (Joseph David Massingale) make a “Christmas Jail Break” (also a song – silly numbers like this, choreographed by Emily Bohannon, run through the plot). Once out, they head to Whitakers Toy Box, an independent store that promises a million dollars’ worth of inventory in its Christmas Eve Extravaganza.

Craig Whitaker (Joe Wagner) doesn’t really have a million bucks worth of toys. He has some Legos, plushes, and a lot of debt to settle, having inherited the shop a year earlier from his father. His frustrated clerks Sarah (Robin Kildall) wants to escape to grad school and Devon (Ramon Hutchins) is preoccupied with his band and finding it a new drummer. Practically the only other thing open is an equally customer-free coffee shop, from which barista Lily (Julia Ammons) comes to drop caffeine-loaded hints that she really, really likes Devon.

Our trio of bandits arrive to commit the meticulously well-planned-out robbery that Nick calls “The Silent Night Swipe,” his masterpiece. Craig is just happy to have someone in the store.

Then, a Karen (Carrie Andrews Reiberg) named Karen, who gets a song called “Karen,” and is a total, you know… comes in through the door Bobby forgot to lock to return an item she bought at a different store but it’s not open and this one is, and can she talk to the manager?

Carlos Medina Maldonado plays all the other roles, except for the Robot outside twirling the sign. A master thespian, we have seen Maldonado deliver as various characters in different companies at the Phoenix Theatre (old and new) and the Indiana Repertory Theatre. With Defiance, he shows his deft character range and (continuing the art metaphor) is the Picasso of the poop joke.

This wacky romp also includes an all-important nutcracker, odd plot twists, improbable romance, awkward ghosts, an ‘80s song as a plot device, and a somewhat happy ending – all the things you want from a Holiday Special by people who typically do stupid stuff for Fringe shows.

Kramer has the knack for writing and directing a “bad” (in his words) story that comes out good, with the help of people with who don’t mind “that just happened” fourth-wall bruising improv-style hijinks. Massingale, who once wowed us in the serious musical “Bonnie and Clyde,” shows great comic flair as a much less threatening bandit. Wagner, who leads an improv troupe of his own, excels at “yes-and”-ing the boss who stays optimistic and primed for success, no matter what, anchoring the spiraling misadventures throughout this somehow coherent narrative. We always knew Hutchins could belt a tune; he can now add twerking for laughs to the resume.

Well-played wishes to stage manager Molly North. Ben Rockey likes seeing his name in these reviews.

Just a few opportunities left to witness “The Heist Before Christmas,” including tonight as I post this, at the IF Theatre, home of IndyFringe, 719 E. St. Clair St., Indianapolis. Tickets at indyfringe.org.

Bard Fest ‘Macbeth’ simply bold

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By John Lyle Belden

In what has been announced to be its final season, Indy Bard Fest is going out strong. Appropriate to October, we get the spooky, cursed tragedy of “Macbeth,” directed by Christine Gordon.

On the main stage of the IF Theatre (a recent rebranding of the IndyFringe venue, reflecting a mission beyond its annual festival), there are just a couple of items – a garden fountain, a chair – to suggest a stage “set,” whisked in and out from behind the back curtain as needed. The Weird Sisters’ garb suggests a Goth fantasia as we see with today’s perspective the liberties William Shakespeare took with the story of the Scottish nobleman and king who ruled roughly 1,000 years ago. What mattered to the Bard, and to this production, is purely the play’s themes and atmosphere.

The Witches, presented gleefully by Ariel Laukins, Ryan James Moskalick, and Kat Murphy, set the tone and haunt throughout as the actors fill in various supporting roles. They are later joined by the goddess Hecate – Fire Fly of Indy Drag Theatre with divine voice by Wilhelmena Dreyer – who lurks in the previous scene, adding to the suggestion of her of power in this world.

Doug Powers is commanding as the title character, with Laura Gellin as even more ambitious Lady Macbeth. A cursory reading of the play would have you think these two seem to accelerate from “zero to murder” rather quickly; Powers and Gellin’s performances hint at a long-simmering desire to possess so much more than they already have. When a prediction of his rise comes true, it sparks the flame of ambition that will consume them both.

The cast also includes Guy Grubbs as doomed King Duncan, with Katie Endres as his son Malcolm. Tanner Bruson is Macbeth’s ill-fated companion Banquo, and Abby Morris plays his son Fleance, and others. Jason Creighton lends his strong voice and physique effectively to Macduff, Macbeth’s nemesis.

This simple presentation hones the focus down to the dangers of unfettered ambition, the consequences of rash acts (and how they compound as one follows another), and a cautionary lesson that there’s more than one way to read the signs before us.

Remaining performances of “Macbeth” are Friday through Sunday, Oct. 18-20, at 719 E. St. Clair, Indianapolis. Get tickets at indyfringe.org.

Cryptid heroes return to Fringe stage

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By John Lyle Belden

Cryptid Entertainment engages audiences with explorations of what it would be like if fantastic mythical creatures lived among us. Such stories might be closer to the truth than we suspect – there is reliable evidence, for instance, that the being known as Theodore Roosevelt may have at one time actually existed.

In 2022, Cryptid presented its masterwork “Bigfoot Saves America” during that year’s IndyFringe festival. While a success, the company were all in agreement that sequels to plays are a terrible idea, thus inspiring playwright and director Dakota Jones to instead expand the show to a second act, with the solemn mission of, in his words, “a cheap attempt at a laugh.”

Presenting: “Bigfoot Saves the World!”

Tony Schaab returns as the super sasquatch, agent of H.A.I.R. (a Top-Secret government office that assures us it doesn’t exist). Jo Bennett is also back as the evil Mothman, who has kidnapped Mr. Foot’s ex-wife, Dr. Love Interest (reprised by Kyrsten Lyster). Aaron Henze also returns from deep freeze as the lycanthrope-infected President Teddy Roosevelt.

This time around, Kaya Dorsch and Thomas Sebald portray the gay hench-moths as well as Agents in black, joined by the expendable Charlie Rankin.

And, again, this show is sponsored by pharmaceutical miracle and crude plot device Sexadryl (“Sex-A-Drill”).

Since it worked the last time, the first-act plot – bizarre humor and all – is essentially the same as the original Fringe show (for what happens, note its title).

The sequ- I mean Second Act reveals a plot by the Soviet Union (this takes place during the Cold War, after all) which involves Robo-Stalin (Sebald), Agents Hammer and Sickle (Dorsch and his right hand), femme fatale Ras-Poontang (Lyster), a sexy yeti (Rankin), and an even more glorious Mothman.

Will Bigfoot rise to the challenge? According to the title, yes, but he may need an assist from MOLAR OF THE MOLE PEOPLE (Dorsch again – they are so versatile).

Because you can’t have too much talent in such a cheesefest, there are special appearances by Doug Powers and David Molloy, as well as the services of the world’s greatest stagehand, Lillian Eisenbraun. Brilliant costumes are by stage manager Marina Turner.

Once again, these hijinks are funny, silly, and very “Adult Swim,” including “going for the hard ‘R’” with a bit of furry burlesque. It’s self-aware and unabashed, a great time for anyone (teenage and older) who doesn’t take endangering and saving the world with mythical beasts too seriously.

Further, we are assured that there will be absolutely no third chapter (until Dakota is finished writing it).

“Bigfoot Saves the World” Thursday through Sunday, July 25-28, at the IndyFringe Basile Theatre, 719 E. St. Clair, Indianapolis. Get tickets (before they sell out) at indyfringe.org.

Enter the shadowy world of ‘M’

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By John Lyle Belden

Never a company to shy away from dark material, Catalyst Repertory presents “M,” a new play based on an old movie, written and directed by Tristan Ross. The original, by legendary German film pioneer Fritz Lang in 1931, was a predecessor to the genre of film noir. Being Lang’s first picture with sound, he innovated with it in ways that still inspire today’s filmmakers.

Ross captures the feeling of entrapment in a black-and-white world with the audience on three sides of the black-box Everwise Stage (formerly Indy Eleven) surrounded by heavy dark curtains. Entering and exiting this space feels like a labyrinth. Actors’ costumes are in blacks, greys and browns, with among a spare few props bright red balloons for effective contrast.

Voices literally surround us with some lines delivered by obscured actors behind the curtains or prerecorded. Little girls are puppets (provided by Beverly Roche) with vague innocent faces, ethereally voiced offstage by Kristin Watson Heintz. Technical director Arden Tiede and lighting designer Tim Dick assist with the noir effects, including fog and image projections, with graphic assistance by Catalyst founder Casey Ross.

As in the original story, by Lang with Thea von Harbou, there is a serial killer, known as “the Midnight Man,” attacking young girls. Ten have been brutally murdered when Mrs. Beckmann (Maria Meschi) discovers her Elsie is missing. Among the last to encounter the child alive was a friendly blind man (Craig Kemp) who we discover is a homeless former lawyer who manages through barter to get balloons to sell to neighborhood children. Police Chief Lohman (James Mannan) and Detective Grodin (Kirk Fields) find an unseeing “witness” only the beginning of their frustrations, as practically no clues are found and suspect leads go nowhere.

Meanwhile, the criminal community has grown frustrated with massively increased police activity and a fearful population cutting deeply into their “business.” Plus, even hardened criminals have no patience with child murder. Thus, one of their leaders, Breaker (Tristan Ross) leads an underworld search for the Midnight Man, with the help of thief Frank (Jeff Stratfer) and club/brothel owner Sharp (Austin Hookfin), with the Balloon Vendor working the “invisible” street people.

Another genre-inspiring aspect of this story is that the audience sees the perpetrator early on, one of the early plots about a killer’s descending madness and the other characters’ struggle to find and stop him. Normal-looking John Beckert (J. Charles Weimer) is locked in a cycle of obsession and predation. He acts quickly once a random potential victim is sighted, this being both a sign of dangerous impulsivity and part of what makes him impossible to predict.

However, eventually good detective work, and a vital clue realized by the balloon man, lead cops and crooks each to close in on Beckert. Which will get to him first, and what will “justice” be when they do?

The story is appropriately taut, tense and not as predictable as you would think, even as events feel inevitable. The acting is outstanding. Meschi, a mother herself, compellingly communicates the horror and desperation of Beckmann’s grief and need for answers and resolution. Kemp easily portrays his blindness without any broad gestures, his eyes looking nowhere as he “sees” with his hearing and speaks with clear voice to ensure understanding. Fields seems to toy with stereotype, at first an ineffective cop but proving his worth as Grodin realizes the right details to give his attention. Mannan gives us the Chief who is both police and bureaucrat, under frustrating pressure on both sides. Our underworld trio effectively play close to type – Stratfer’s Frank jittery nervous, Hookfin’s Sharp ever suave, and Ross’s Breaker deeply intimidating. (In the movie, the latter’s character is a safecracker, here he seems to be an enforcer; either way, his leather gloves are apropos.)

For his part, Weimer gives us an emotionally driven performance that gives insight into Beckert’s disordered mind and personal horror. This “monster” is given neither justification nor supernatural menace; as is noted during the search, he is “a man, like one of us.”

Consider the title to stand for Midnight Man, or “Murderer” as Lang did, or even the Roman numeral as the killer states “there will be a thousand more” if he is not caught. Regardless, find Catalyst’s “M,” with performances through July 7 at the IndyFringe Theatre, 719 E. St. Clair St., Indianapolis. Get tickets at indyfringe.org.

Diving into Div(X)Fest

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By John Lyle Belden

How does one describe the ongoing process by which a stage production comes to be? It’s a bit crude to say “how the sausage is made,” as that is just too messy an image to place on creating art. On the other hand, saying its “how the magic is made” – aside from likely being trademarked by Disney – glosses over just how productively messy the journey can be. Writers like myself (and Wendy) use these terms to impress on the reader and likely patron that this work is not finished, but still worth a look which lends an insight into the labor of love (emphasis on both) plays, musicals, et al, truly are.

So, I’ll just say that IndyFringe’s annual Div(X)Fest (formerly Diva Fest) is our witness to the base materials our creators spin into theatre gold. (I think that works.) This year’s edition, again celebrating the talents of women (as well as trans and non-binary folx), features readings of three new works. One day remains, Sunday, June 9, starting at 2:30 p.m. in the IndyFringe theatre, 719 E. St. Clair St., downtown Indianapolis. Tickets are pay-what-you-can. Info at indyfringe.org.

Reviewing in reverse order of presentation, these plays are:

“The Sleepover,” I mention first because it is the closest to completion, planning its world premiere at the 2024 IndyFringe Festival in August. It is a unique collaboration begun earlier this year among five women who also perform in this “coming of age dramedy.”

Christine Gordon (as Alexis), Emily Worrel (Rowan), Natalie Fischer (Jessica), Samantha Hines (Chloe), and Wilhelmena Dreyer (Sydney) are 14-ish girls gathering for their annual (for all but Rowan, who is new to town) end of school year sleepover at Alexis’ house. There is a sense of transition, mainly signaled by moving on to high school in the fall, which has the hostess especially meticulous in her planning.

There is tension among them practically from the start, especially after Sydney finally arrives and they engage in their traditional game of Truth of Dare, “Kessler Road Rules.” Along the way we find hidden secrets, insights into true feelings, and hints of the presence of a monster they thought they had only made up – all magnified through the everything’s-extreme perspective of adolescence.

As others noted at one performance, although all five women contributed to the creation and writing of this play – from exploratory conversations and exchanging basic ideas to fleshing out characters. their relationships, and what they say and do – the pieces have melded together in what feels like a single narrative voice. They admit it did feel a bit like they were school friends who shared a deep bond in this process.

This should generate a lot of buzz going into this year’s Fringe, and we can’t wait to see how their creepy cryptid actually comes to life.

“The Silent Supper” by Kaitlynn McShea is a work of subtle horror in which an older woman sits by a ruined table, struggling to remember what happened before “the fire came.” In this reading, directed by Christine Gordon, Wendy Brown portrays the woman, exhausted by nightmares as every sweet memory “never goes right,” as well as the growing buzz of insects. Each remembrance is enacted by a foursome of local actors (I don’t have names at the moment; may fill in if I get them later) who give us some insight into their lives – presuming the one remembering is a reliable narrator. This short work does well in building suspense, reminiscent of Stephen King at his best. It gives Brown a good role to work with, portraying a troubled soul who pulls on our empathy.

“On the Rag Dolls” by Allison Fradkin starts the day’s entertainment, directed by Mira Cassidy, as a trio of young women (again, names unavailable) play three edge-of-puberty besties on their own “Casual Friday” sleepover. However, this scene is a satirical comedy with entendres and puns coming at you with the pace of a hit sitcom, expressed by girls who barely, if at all, get the subtexts (still, you know tweens talk like that). The trio are apparently all in the same hardcore Evangelical Protestant community, though only one goes to the Christian Academy rather than public school, so talk of the future is of boys they will marry and the children they will have (though sex is gross), as well as if their just-started periods are “the curse” or a blessing. – “Men-ses the day!” one girl resolves. – This work in progress is hilarious and shows lots of potential; after-show talkbacks allow us to give Fradkin ideas on where to take this story (as with McShea above).

We extend a big thanks to IndyFringe for hosting this event and their continued engagement in the development of local talent and new works.