4th Wall: The depths of ‘Heights’

By John Lyle Belden

November’s chill extends the desolate feeling of the Halloween season, a perfect time to indulge in the haunting story of “Wuthering Heights,” presented by 4th Wall Players in Irvington.

Founding member Alan Keith has adapted Emily Brontë’s gothic novel by taking a keen scalpel to the complex story of life and death on the Yorkshire moors of northern England in the late 1700s. His focus is on the dysfunctional, tragic relationship between Catherine Earnshaw and the orphan Heathcliff, with sufficient other adult characters to tell the story.

Katie Endres plays housekeeper Nelly Dean, whose role as narrator in the novel is reflected in her being a mainstay throughout the play, witness to all while unable to affect the course of events. Her compassion helps us to care for the damaged souls she serves.

We open with a series of scenes to establish the upbringing of siblings Catherine (Sarah Powell) and Hindley (Albert F. Lahrman III), along with Heathcliff (Alec Cole), whom Mr. Earnshaw (Stephen Taylor) found in Liverpool and raises with his children. From the start Catherine and Heathcliff become devoted to one another, enraging Hindley, who, upon returning from university to take over Wuthering Heights after their father’s death, banishes Heathcliff to the servant’s quarters. Hindley and his wife Francine (Isabel Moore) are continually abusive, which – on top of a boyhood humiliation at the hands of Hindley and neighbor Edgar Linton (Luke Proctor) – fuels Heathcliff’s simmering desire for revenge.

As for Catherine, she is to become Edgar’s bride. Overhearing her telling Nelly she must accept the proposal, Heathcliff sees this as betrayal and leaves. He returns, three years later, as a gentleman – but his intentions are not gentle as he seduces and marries Edgar’s sister Isabella (Ellie Hooven).   

Emotions and unresolved angst are heavy as the mist upon the moors, where ghosts will walk when this story is done.  Note this drama also contains violence, abuse, and suicide.

The cast portray a whole catalogue of psychological issues. Cole gives a poignant portrayal of a person so focused on vengeance he cannot accept the successes of his life, instead sacrificing them as tools towards his dark vision of justice. His blend of wronged hero and conspiring villain evokes both pity and fear. As for perpetually immature Catherine, Powell gives us the girl who wants both the adventure of Heathcliff and reliability of Edgar, without fully committing to either. Playing with others’ emotions wears on her own, critically endangering her health.

Hooven is exceptional as a woman caught in the middle of these dark doings, bearing up as best she can, her only redemption being in survival.

As for men who could have been so much better people, Lahrman gives us a Hindley so used to having to demand respect, he squanders his inherited moral high ground with his anger and addictive vices.  Meanwhile, Proctor’s Edgar is the man who would be rather dashing and happy in an Austen novel – alas, this is Brontë, and here his airs come off as spineless, doomed to find only misery.

An excellent edit of a classic story, “Wuthering Heights” has three more performances, Friday through Sunday, Nov. 14-16, at The Backlot Theatre (formerly Stage Door), 5635 Bonna Ave., Indianapolis. Information and tickets at 4thwallplayers.org.

Poe’s ‘muse’ inspires new play

By John Lyle Belden

For this year’s Halloween festivities in Irvington, local playwright Breanna Helms took on an intriguing question: What if the “Lenore” in Edgar Allan Poe’s poems was an actual woman? The result is the short play, “The Silent Muse,” presented by 4th Wall Players in late October, directed by Josh Gibson.

Poe published the poem “Lenore” in 1843, and more famously, “The Raven,” in which the dead Lenore is longed for, in 1845. They were carefully crafted literary works allegedly not inspired by any singular person, but that death came easily for many in the 19th century, including many of Edgar’s relatives, and soon his sickly young wife, Virginia.

In this alternate history, Poe as a young struggling writer (played by Jy’lerre Jones) is acquainted with sisters Lenore (Emma Gedig) and Annabelle (Alice Graves the first weekend, Helms during the second), as well as their Mother (Tracy Herring).

Asked his opinion by Annabelle, Edgar romantically likens her to a calm pond that has become a wild sea (a hint towards how she would inspire her own poem). To his surprise, he finds Lenore lurking in a hollow tree that she likes to climb. Calling her a wood nymph, he proceeds to flirt with her in earnest – she being the unmarried sister.  

Soon, however, Mother brings around Guy de Vere (Kyvaille Edge), a proper wealthy suitor for Lenore’s hand. Seeing her place in society as inevitable, she agrees to his proposal.

True to an Edgar Allan Poe story, the marriage is not happy and our ending is tragic. Still, Helms makes this story beautiful and engaging enough for us to believe these events could inspire a masterpiece. There are even a few hints at the poem dropped through the narrative. The script is a neatly-written half-hour, which I feel could be revised to Fringe length (45-50 minutes) with no obvious padding. (This is why I’m keeping to my usual policy of avoiding spoilers).

Performances brought the story to life nicely. Jones shows great energy and potential with his acting journey getting under way; his restless Edgar longs for love and a better life and chafes at being seen as not worthy of the social circle he lives in. Gedig gives us a gem with facets including the “nymph” with her aura of unruly magic; the dutiful daughter and wife; and a soul somehow aware of the shadow of her limited future.

Hopefully, we will see “The Silent Muse” return, and more creative work by Helms in the future.

For now, 4th Wall dives back into the gloom with Emily Bronte’s “Wuthering Heights,” adapted and directed by Alan Keith, opening this weekend and running Nov. 7-16 at Backlot Makerspace and Venue (formerly Stage Door), 5235 Bonna Ave. Indianapolis (in historic Irvington).

Get info and tickets at 4thwallplayers.org.

4th Wall takes on transformative tale

By John Lyle Belden

Newer theatre companies often look to past classics to show their stuff, and thus 4th Wall Players present George Bernard Shaw’s comedy, “Pygmalion.” The story is more familiar in its adapted version, the 1964 film musical, “My Fair Lady.” However, there are some differences (and no singing) in the original play.

Waiting under the shelter of a building during a rainstorm, we meet most of the characters we will see throughout the coming five acts (configured to two). Expert linguist Professor Henry Higgins (Josh Gibson) shows off his ability to know, after hearing a few spoken words, what town in England one is from – and practically to the street within London. Mrs. Eynsford-Hill (Alyssa Lay), her grown son Freddy (Jericho Frank) and teen daughter Clara (Olivia Taylor) are wildly impressed, as is Colonel Pickering (Joshua Minnich), who is actually there to meet Higgins. The Professor’s mother (Ryley Trottier) is less impressed. On the other hand, a poor flower girl, Eliza Doolittle (Mallery Beard) is at first frightened by this man writing down every word she utters, then becomes curious at his saying, offhand, that if she spoke a better dialect she could be off the street and running her own shop.

Later, Eliza gathers her courage and goes to Professor Higgins to ask for diction lessons. Though extremely mocking and condescending, Henry makes a bet with Pickering that he can improve her speech and manners enough in six months to pass her off as upper-class. The Colonel graciously pays for her needs, including new stylish clothes. Higgins’ servant, Mrs. Pearce (Emily LaBrash), kindly takes charge of making Eliza – put on edge by all this attention – clean, presentable, and as comfortable as possible.

While learning from blunt and verbally abusive Higgins, she gets encouragement from Pickering, who Minnich plays as such a perfect gentleman, we have no problem believing the character is older than the actor without the need for heavy makeup. She also has the example of Pearce, whom LaBrash plays as wise enough to stand up to the Professor to verbally spar without taking his words personally or crossing an argumentive line. Trottier gives us the hero of this story, her Mrs. Higgins helping make this project work while tempering her mannered resolve with necessary empathy. Frank provides as much as Freddy’s narrowly-written role allows as the young man who saw Eliza’s beauty when she was a flower girl, a secret he keeps while professing his love for her as a lady.

In an interesting turn, we are confronted by Eliza’s father, Alfred (Stephen Taylor), a drunken layabout who senses an opportunity in this situation.  

For Eliza Doolittle herself, Beard is inspiring in her taking on what could have been just a Cockney caricature and breathing life into it, then feeling Eliza’s way through changes and uncertainty, evolving in speech, manners, and inner character until the final morning-after makes it all clear.

We also meet Kathryn Paton as Countess Nepommuck, a socialite inspired by Higgins’ instruction to teach manners and English to others, who thinks she has figured Miss Doolittle out. Lacy Taylor nicely serves up roles as a Taxi-driver and Mrs. Higgins’ parlor maid. The cast also includes Benjamin Elliott (bits include a rather attentive policeman) and Tracy Fouts.

“Pygmalion” gets its title from an ancient story of a sculptor who falls in love with one of his creations – which sounds more like the 80s movie “Mannequin” than “My Fair Lady.” In fact, since Shaw first penned the play, many have wanted – over his objections – to definitively romantically “ship” Henry and Eliza, like a modern fanfic, rather than deal with a more nuanced ambiguous ending. Gibson’s portrayal of Professor Higgins seems to erase such suspicions; his character is intriguing because the arc is flat – he alone never changes. His desires are never romantic or even sexual, just a regular companion with whom he can engage in conversation or other cerebral intercourse, and to blazes with any other humans. In the man’s unshakable ways, as well as when he fails to note his genius falling short, we see a clear reflection of the way others adapt to the events of the plot, as well as providing a solid canvas on which the narrative paints its satire.

Perhaps it is apt that the actor’s real-world wife, Katherine Gibson, directs this production. In bringing all the various characters splendidly to life, she lets Shaw’s dry wit shine through. About the only broad comedy is in Taylor’s wildly Cockney rantings as Mr. Doolittle, which serve in their own way to skewer the British class system with his enjoyment of being “undeserving” and railing against “middle-class morality.” Still, throughout the play the laughs are there, especially if you pay attention.

Unfortunately, one potential distraction is that shortly before the play opened, the Stage Door Theatre’s air conditioning broke. 4th Wall have acquired a portable AC, set up fans, and among the free refreshments (donations welcome) are frozen ice pops. Still, it would be advisable to dress light and exercise understanding.

Remaining performances of “Pygmalion” are Friday through Sunday, June 27-29, at Stage Door, 5635 Bonna Ave., Indianapolis (in historic Irvington). Get tickets and information at 4thwallplayers.org.

4th Wall presents charms of ‘Tartuffe’

By John Lyle Belden

With recent seasons seeing a lot of Shakespeare, Greek classics, etc., it is fitting that a work of the celebrated French playwright Moliere makes an appearance on a local stage.

4th Wall Players presents the 1664 comedy “Tartuffe” at the Stage Door Theater in Irvington. In Moliere’s most controversial work, the title character is a blatant hypocrite and swindler, presenting himself as a devout man of God. The comic absurdity – which doesn’t seem so silly when you relate it to more recent public figures – is that those closest to the man are completely taken in by his fraudulent charms.

Household matriarch Madame Pernelle (Sarah Kinsey) is absolutely besotted with the “Holy Man” and sharply chides anyone who expresses an opinion contrary to hers, even if a person hasn’t had a moment to speak it. Her son, Orgon (Daniel Clymer), practically worships Tartuffe (Kelly McKinney), calling him “Brother,” while Orgon’s young wife Elmire (Sabrina Duprey) is more suspicious.  Orgon’s hot-headed son Damis (Alan Keith) can’t stand the man, while fair daughter Mariane (Caroline Frawley) is more concerned with her upcoming marriage to beau Valere (Ryan James Moskalick).  But now, Orgon promises Mariane’s hand to Tartuffe! And that’s not all the old fool pledges.

Meanwhile, household maid Dorine (Alyssa Lay) will not hold her tongue as she sees through the con man from the start and desperately tries to set things right. The cast also includes Omar Jurdi as Elmire’s brother, Cleante; Alex Paddock as Tartuffe’s servant, and later as the Bailiff, M. Loyal; and Justice Nielsen as Mme. Pernelle’s servant Flipote, and later as an Officer of the Court.

The play is directed by 4th Wall co-founder Josh Gibson, whose stated focus is on how devotion, especially to a charismatic person, “can and does rip otherwise happy families apart.” We definitely get a household in turmoil, like a bizarre family sitcom in search of the traditional happy-ending wedding.

We also get a tour de force performance from Lay, whose character speaks frankly from her humble station, enhancing the comic moments while making her a necessary voice of reason amongst the chaos. Also impressive is Duprey in Elmire’s desperate efforts to awaken poor Orgon to his folly, including a hilarious faux seduction of the title character. Speaking of Tartuffe, McKinney comes off appropriately slippery with “humility” lathered on so thick it’s simultaneously easy to see how some would fall for it, while wondering how a rational being ever could.

A fun look at an old story with a bit of current relevance, “Tartuffe” has one more weekend, July 19-21, at 5635 Bonna Ave., Indianapolis. Get info and tickets at 4thwallplayers.org.

4th Wall brings us ‘Fire’

By John Lyle Belden

What can we say? Wendy and I made it to 4th Wall Players’ production of the comedy musical “Firebringer” on the one night when an unforeseen issue in the cast caused the performance to be cancelled just a few scenes in. It went on as scheduled the next day, but we had other commitments.

Still, I can give you our glowing impression of what we did see, and by all indications the overall show is a lot of fun.

Developed in 2016 by the YouTube-famous parody and comedy musical company Starkid Productions (and financed by a Kickstarter!), “Firebringer” fits the bare-bones sensibilities of 4th Wall, one of the newer independent companies on the Indy stage scene, presented in the cozy confines of Stage Door Theatre in Irvington.

Back in the days of cave-people, Jemilla the Peacemaker (Michelle Wafford) takes charge of the tribe, succeeding elder Molag (Tracy Fouts), who also acts as narrator to us “privileged f**ks” in the future (while antics are childish, the language gets mature). Maintaining peace won’t be easy, while shaman Ducker (Peyron Rader) shouts dire prophesies from their god, the All-Powerful Duck, and Tiblyn (Taylor Shelton) tires from constantly raising her hands to hold up the sky. To quote their cousin, Chorn (Alexandra Paddock), “Chorn!” Then, to advance the plot and give this play a title, Jemilla’s rival, Zazzalil (Breanna Helms) finds and brings back some of that glowing, burning stuff at the end of the stick.

The tribe also includes Silvia Seidle, Aidan Morris, Emily Spencer, Ryan Powell, Zach Moore, Elena McKinney, Tyler Gibson, Miranda DeHaai, Sarah Kinney (who also designed the puppets), and 4th Wall Executive Director Josh Gibson in the immortal role of Smelly Balls. Katherine Gibson directs, with vocal director Joel Johnston and choreographer Kelly McKinney.

Feedback we’ve seen from those who have experienced the entire musical has been positive, and we did get to see the popular no-work work-song. If we get lucky, we’ll get a shot at seeing this again; you have opportunities this weekend, April 19-21, at 5635 Bonna Ave., Indianapolis. Get tickets at https://ko-fi.com/4thwallplayers/shop.

Comics creator faces his ‘Savage’ truth

By Wendy Carson 

“Where do you get the ideas for your stories?” It’s an age-old question that authors are always being asked. Rebecca Gorman O’Neill shows one man’s answer in her brilliant script, “Mynx & Savage,” currently being offered by StageWorthy Productions in their new Irvington location.

Comic book writer/artist Adam Mark Evans (Josh Cornell) has his popular superhero series, “Mynx & Savage,” rapidly approaching its 100th issue. However, he’s been missing deadlines for quite a while, so the publishing house has sent in a brilliant new inker and colorist, Ket (Kayla Cange), to get his script and drawing back on track and help him better manage his time.

Initially, the two hilariously chafe each other raw; it’s Ket’s passion for the storyline that adheres their partnership. Secretly a huge fan of Adam’s work, including an award-winning graphic novel, Ket is dying to see his secret project “that all writers have going on the back burner.” They eventually wear him down, getting a brief peek at some pages, but the truth of that story, Adam fears, could destroy him.

Cornell does a great job of bringing Adam’s damaged psyche through without making him a victim or martyr. Cangle adeptly balances Ket’s justifiable ego regarding their skills with the actual passion of being a part of something they have loved for years.

While all of this is happening, Emma Howell and Tanner Brunson portray the titular characters, as well as others needed throughout. Though their roles seem secondary, they are the true stars of the show. Fully embracing the drawn characters, no matter what storylines or scene changes are thrown at them, they keep their tones in context without slipping into camp. However, their talent is displayed best as Jill & Kyle (who are actually at a camp), the subjects of Adam’s secret story.

Brunson gives Kyle all the vulnerability and bravado of a young boy trying to deal with the struggles of his personal life without his Summer Break bestie knowing. Howell shows Jill as a feisty young girl, tired of always living in the shadow of her two older sisters and ready to be her all, yet still with fears of her own.

I must admit that John and I were definitely among the target audience of the script, I also felt that those in our audience who were not necessarily comics fans enjoyed the show as well. Do note that there is a smattering of curse words, including an F-bomb Adam finds distasteful, so be warned the show is not ideal for very young children – think PG-13.

Directed by StageWorthy Artistic Director John Kastner, this Indiana premiere has three more performances, Friday through Sunday (June 30, July 1-2) at the Stage Door Theater, 5635 Bonna Ave. (on the Pennsy Trail, across from Strangebird), Indianapolis. For ticket info, visit stageworthy.org or call 317-750-6454.

Starting over with Stageworthy

By John Lyle Belden

Indy theatre-goers may remember Stageworthy Productions, which had last performed in 2017 at Broadway United Methodist Church. However, a fire in the church’s Community Room late that year destroyed most of SWP’s property.

Aside from fire recovery, the events of recent years forced a lot of starting over for everyone. Seeking a new home for Stageworthy, Artistic Director John Kastner was put in touch with Deb Kent and Jamie Willis of Gallery of Homes Real Estate in the Irvington community of Indianapolis’ eastside. They found him a space near their office, a former garage at 5635 Bonna Ave., which Kastner and friends (SWP is all-volunteer) turned into a nice black-box theatre space.

Dubbed the Stage Door Theater, it hosted SWP’s revival with the Indiana premiere of another story of starting over, “The Impossibility of Now,” through the end of July. This romantic comedy by Y. York is the story of a writer, Carl (played by Larry Adams), who recovers from a coma with no memory of his prior life. His wife, Miranda (Alyssa Johnson), is astonished to find as he recovers bits and pieces of the past, and relearns words, he is completely happy and cheerful. This is far different from the bitter “soul-sucking” man she was about to leave, which complicates her plan to move out and live with her lover, Anthony (Jaime Johnson), a children’s dentist.

Adams practically glows expressing Carl’s joy at every word he rediscovers, envisioning them hanging in the air or falling like snowflakes. He even savors the word “savor.” Negative words seem to physically hurt, though. His rebooted brain confuses memories with movie scenes. Also, stories told him by people whose biographies he wrote come back to him like they are his own experiences. Yet the old Carl is a stranger to him, even when he brings himself to read his old journals. He even takes an odd delight at a negative review to one of his books.

Alyssa Johnson makes Miranda surprisingly sympathetic for a woman who was about to leave her husband, as we see her personal insecurities and how she is caught in the middle of what had felt like an easy decision, suddenly vastly complicated. She’s not heartless, so she seeks a way to true happiness, even if it means breaking a vow.

Meanwhile, Jaime Johnson gives Anthony a gentle descent from anxious and impatient, to kind of a jerk, to total jerkdom. (However, in this play, the dentist isn’t eaten by a plant.)

Hopefully another stage will host this easily-produced charmer. Until then, I’ll note the plot’s conclusion is a statement on the importance of mental health and being willing to ask for help. Carl has been given a second chance in more ways than one, but it shouldn’t have to take a major injury to kickstart your happiness.

Speaking of new chances, Kastner says he can use any and all assistance as he works on bringing the next production to Stage Door. Plans are for this to be a resource not only for SWP, but also to the Irvington community. At stageworthy.org, find Kastner’s address and email, as well as online forms to donate or volunteer.

Beautiful production of difficult drama

By John Lyle Belden

The drama “Agnes of God” brings up numerous issues of faith, the damages of abuse, and the power and role of the Church in our lives. So it is appropriate to find it at a church, presented by Downey Avenue Performing Arts in Irvington. 

The 1979 play by John Pielmeier — inspired by an actual 1977 case — had a Tony-winning Broadway run and was made into an Oscar-nominated 1985 film, starring Jane Fonda. A young novice nun, Sister Agnes, is discovered to have been pregnant when she gives birth and the baby is found strangled in a trash can. She and her Mother Superior suggest that it was somehow a miraculous virgin conception, but court psychiatrist Dr. Livingston must get at the truth.

Katie Marie Eaker is sweet and serene as Agnes, complete with appropriately angelic voice, as the character often sings sacred refrains, adding a haunting aspect to her performance. Nearly completely covered in snow-white habit, our focus is on her face, with which she manages to project naive innocence throughout, even when describing the most bizarre things.

Tina Valdois-Bruner projects authority as Mother Miriam Ruth, not only from her Holy position but also from the character’s experiences as a mother and widow (prior to vows), giving well-earned edge to her maternal demeanor. Her black habit gives appropriate contrast from her young charge.

Jesi Brown Friedly as Dr. Livingston is our narrator, and the essential science-based skeptic. The Doctor is also a former Catholic, who feels with some justification that the Church killed her sister. She ably plays the character’s many aspects, the doubter who wants to believe that good will prevail, as she balances her job as investigator with her calling as a healer. She is also a chain smoker — the stage cigarette is never actually lit — a fact that is noted from time to time, including the conversation with Mother Miriam regarding what brands of cigarettes the Saints would have smoked.

Aside from that scene, there is constant tension throughout the play as Miriam and Livingston engage in a battle of wills over Agnes’s fate — and possibly her soul. The girl slowly reveals more about herself, how her own mother still haunts her, and clues to what really happened. 

The stage is in Century Hall of Downey Avenue Christian Church, which director and set designer Anthony Lineberry set up in a manner that draws the audience close to the actors. The back wall of windows looks out on a meditation garden, which during the play we see Agnes go to when not in the scene. Lineberry also took advantage of reflections in the glass to set the actors at certain points.

The result is a visual and dramatic work of art, an experience that sticks with you as you sort out what may have happened and what lessons we can draw from it.

Remaining performances are 7:30 p.m. Friday and Saturday, Nov. 8-9, at the church, 111 S. Downey Ave., Indianapolis (Irvington neighborhood, near Our Lady of Lourdes Catholic Church). Get information and tickets at downeyavenue.com/performing-arts/.

Catalyst’s ‘ArcadeFire’ strikes Irvington

By John Lyle Belden

Readers might recall that I reviewed the Catalyst Repertory musical “ArcadeFire! The Redemption of Billy Mitchell” when it was part of the IndyFringe festival last August. Now a full two-act show has returned to the stage, produced in collaboration with Carmel Theatre Company, playing at the Irvington Lodge in Indy’s Eastside.

For those new to this, the title is not a reference to a band, but to actual “arcades” that used to take our lives one quarter at a time back in the 1980s. Playwright and Catalyst founder Casey Ross recently became interested in the story of Mitchell, who was a master of various video games, most notably Donkey Kong (the original low-res game with “Jumpman” [later named Mario] making his way up ramps and ladders while a giant ape throws barrels down at him, in a quest to rescue the damsel that Kong kidnapped). Mitchell had the official all-time high score and was known as “King of Kong” until a documentary by that name came out not long ago, accusing him of cheating. The internet pounced, as it likes to do, and records were officially stripped.

Ross wrote a musical play, with songs by Christopher McNeely and D. Bane, portraying Mitchell as an egotistical, yet basically decent guy who seeks to restore his reputation by challenging his competitors – especially DK-obsessed middle-school teacher Steve Wiebe – to a “Kong Off” to determine the true King. But one has to be careful when writing about actual people, so Ross made contact with Mitchell (this is even referenced briefly in the play) to beg him not to sue or block her from producing the show. On the contrary, Mitchell jumped in as a producer, making personal appearances and providing his signature hot sauce (which is delicious, by the way) with show labels at the Fringe performances.

Life has imitated the art imitating life. Mitchell and Ross work together to aid his “redemption” through this musical, as well as events at video game establishments featuring past star arcade players. Thus, when Billy steps up to a console in Indianapolis that he had never seen before and racks up a literal million points, it’s harder to believe the haters who say he cheated. While performances of “ArcadeFire!” are playing in the upper chambers of the Irvington Lodge, recently opened video venue Level Up Lounge hosts gaming on the first floor. Other sponsors include One Up Arcade Bar in Broad Ripple, Video Game Palooza in Westfield, Comics Cubed of Kokomo, and Team Scorechasers.

In all, this is an awesome spectacle, especially for Gen-X geeks like myself who spent a fair amount of time on arcade joysticks back in the day. But when we get to the show itself, the concept is much better than the execution. Even accounting for only seeing a very rough dress rehearsal, it appears the added material magnifies the musical’s flaws as well as its assets.

Fortunately, the main cast do make this somewhat work. Luke McConnell returns as a dead ringer for Mitchell (though Billy admits Luke is the better singer), calmly portraying all the unflagging confidence of a man who wears an American flag tie like a superhero’s shield. Anthony Nathan is at his perfectly-campy best reprising Mitchell’s “nemesis” Wiebe – his scenes are by far the most fun to watch. Kayla Lee also returns as longsuffering wife Nicole Wiebe (she also plays “Dave,” the podcaster that airs Mitchell’s “Kong Off” challenge); she convincingly gives the “I don’t know why, but I love him” look, several times. New to the cast are Andy Sturm ably taking the role of Brian “Killscreen” Kuh, Mitchell’s coach and “professional number two;” and Craig Kemp solidly embodies arcade manager and competition judge Walter Day.

A more functional backstage screen is up this time – and yes, all the video game consoles you see are genuine. Hopefully the show’s flow will be tightened up with each performance, as well as the dance steps.

Script-wise, Ross has written much better. For instance, we get little insight into why all the red, white and blue, aside from a reference to a Canadian player dissing Mitchell – also, I theorize using USA as your three-letter high-score ID (initials were all those machines’ memory could handle back then) looks a lot better than BM. But with an opportunity for more detailed background in a full-length play, we get precious little more than we had in the 45-minute Fringe edition. Fortunately, Ross’s skills at crafting conversation make what is revealed sound natural.

This is a fun show, especially if you keep your expectations low and go with the cheesiness of it, as well as its stranger-than-fiction real-world aspects. And pick up some sauce!

One weekend of performances remain, Feb. 15-17, at the Irvington Lodge, 5515 East Washington St., Indianapolis. Get info and ticket link on Catalyst’s Facebook page (fb.com/CatalystRepertory).

Harry’s ‘Monsters’ haunting Irvington

By John Lyle Belden

The movie “Halloween” is in theaters, the Dodgers are in the World Series, and there are concerns about the impact of personal video on films and television.

Yes, it’s 1978 in Los Angeles, and the magazine Popular Monsters is about to put out what may be its last issue — a tribute to horror B-movie star Ephraim Knight. Publisher Elsa Creighton is honestly no fan of scary movies — or Knight — but she works to honor her dying father, the magazine’s owner. On the other hand, staff writer Greg is a superfan of all the bumps in the night, a passion he shares with girlfriend Shawna, who, through her family, is no stranger to the ways of Hollywood.

This sets the scene for “Popular Monsters,” the fully-staged premiere of a comedy-drama script by Lou Harry, produced by another Indy playwright, Casey Ross and her Catalyst Repertory company, at the Irvington Lodge, directed by Zachariah Stonerock.

Jamie McNulty is super suave as Knight, the man who played a beast on the silver screen, whose urbane patter disguises the beast he was when the cameras weren’t rolling. Tom Weingartner as Greg flies in the other direction: manic, uncertain and painfully naive. Alexandria Miles as Shawna faces the world with razor-sharp wit and BS-detector turned to 11. And Miranda Nehrig musters her talent for complex characters by making Elsa bitchy, yet likable; and by lending humor to the scenes when she is extremely drunk without devolving into slapstick.

These bold performances with gentle humor help illuminate the play’s examination of these different characters. Appropriate to a story set in Hollywood, there are themes of what is real and what isn’t — is something a lie, or just “acting”? — the stories we tell and the truths we avoid. As Knight states, “There is always a story.”

The setting of a cultural turning point, with references to old black-and-white monster movies alongside the dawn of the slasher films and the phenomenon of the Rocky Horror Picture Show, fits so neatly, especially with Michael Myers chasing Jamie Lee Curtis in theaters again. But this is also a clever vehicle for Harry, through Stonerock’s vision, to show the ever-present “monsters” within us all.

Remaining performances are Nov. 1-3 at the historic Irvington Lodge (No. 666 — really!), 5515 E. Washington St., Indianapolis. Info at www.facebook.com/catalystrepertory.