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CAT: One by one they fall, who is killing them all?

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By John Lyle Belden

For an entertaining, affordable outing that also helps support and encourage local talent, we recommend Carmel Apprentice Theatre performances at (naturally) The Cat.

C.A.T. gives less experienced actors and crew the chance to perform a popular play or musical with the aid of experienced mentors. In the current production of Agatha Christie’s “And Then There Were None,” we also have a first-time director, local actor Tim West, delivering with a fine balance of mystery and humor.

This is the whodunit in which – trapped on a remote island – the murders are constantly happening among 10 characters in a plot inspired by a children’s rhyme (adapted from it’s now-unacceptable title) “Ten Little Soldier Boys.” There is a copy on the back wall of the set, along with an ever-shrinking collection of tin soldier figures. It’s also printed in the program.  

Motive for the killings goes beyond psychopathy; each character has done something in their past that led to others’ deaths. Still, which one is killing the others? Who will survive? Will any? Note that Christie wrote more than one ending for the play, so we will spoil no further.

Butler and cook Mr. and Mrs. Rogers are friendly and accommodating, especially Leroy Delph as Thomas. Dixie Oberlin as his wife is a bit high-strung, though. The eight guests were invited by the mysterious “Mr. and Mrs. Owen.”

Vera (Alyssa Lay) was recently hired as Mrs. Owen’s secretary and was to meet her for the first time here. A steady hand at unsteady characters around area community stages, Lay balances the wariness and stress of being imperiled with just enough craftiness to not take her off your suspect list.

Former Army Cpt. Lombard (Kat Moore) comes off as incredibly dashing, though his past betrays a possible disregard for others’ lives. Moore keeps us guessing with their roguish gentleman.

When Jake Williams (Anthony Marston) isn’t driving his fast car, he’s talking about it. Being one who loves to live on the edge of danger, he’s unfortunately come to the perfect place.

Mr. Davis from South Africa (Daniel Racke) is actually William Blore, a former(?) police officer. Racke doesn’t let us off the hook, acting sus from his very first moment while also giving plausible suspicions of the other guests.

Gen. Mackenzie (Todd Stein) knows a perilous situation when he sees one, and this could be his final battle. Stein infuses the old soldier with appropriate dignity.

Hannah Smith (Emily Brent) in her mind condemned all the others long before the killer (in a gramophone recording) declared all their alleged crimes. Brent plays her like the old auntie you want to like, but is just so prickly to everyone around her.

Sir Lawrence Wargrave (Darrin Gowan), being a retired trial judge, is no stranger to death. He sent many there from the bench, and now finds himself accused. An established theatre veteran, Gowan makes a solid keystone for this production.

Dr. Armstrong (Cassie Scalzi) could really use a drink about now but knows better. Scalzi plays the stoic surgeon-turned-therapist nicely as she confronts the fact that the past never stays there.

Mike Oberlin completes the cast as Fred, the lucky man with the boat.

There are no others on this remote island off the English coast, so it is only ghosts or the illusions of maids (stage crew Isabel Moore and Addison Johnson) who nimbly move about in between scenes to reset the room.

Like a slasher flick with English manners, enjoy “And Then There Were None” 7:30 p.m. Friday and Saturday, and 2:30 p.m. Saturday (April 3-4), at The Cat, 254 Veterans Way in downtown Carmel. Get tickets and info at thecat.biz.

4th Wall: The depths of ‘Heights’

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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.

4th Wall takes on Hugo classic

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By John Lyle Belden

The great irony of “The Grotesque of Notre Dame,” a new drama by Josh Gibson presented by 4th Wall Players, is that the story looks unfamiliar because – contrary to various filmed and staged versions – the plot more closely follows the 1831 Victor Hugo novel, “Notre-Dame de Paris.”

We still get our Hunchback, but while Quasimodo (Sarah Kinsey) is a major character, the story centers on the beautiful Roma dancer Esmeralda (Shannon Clancy). Gibson steps in as, naturally, the poet and playwright Pierre Gringiore, who follows the woman to have her be his muse – but through an odd set of circumstances she becomes his “wife.” Meanwhile, she falls for Captain Phoebus (Dustin Jones), who saves her from abduction by Quasimodo and Pierrat Torterue (Ben Elliott) on the orders of Archdeacon Dom Claude Frollo (Lot Turner), who is obsessed with her.

By this point, we have also met Fleur De Lys (Emma Howard), the noblewoman engaged to Phoebus, and her mysterious cousin Columbe (Katherine Novick). Among the street people are the mentally damaged Mother Gudule (Katherine Gibson) as well as a band of thieves (Isabel Moore, Tyler Gibson, and Kelli Gibson) under the command of Jehan (Omar Jurdi), the drunken King of the Court of Miracles, as well as Don Frollo’s brother. Accompanying Esmerelda is her clever goat, Djali (puppeted and portrayed by Taylor Shelton).

Aside from the torturous intrigues with Esmeralda, this adaptation dwells on the aspect that unlike the misunderstandings in Hugo’s story, the aspects of magic and sorcery are more real. This includes the dark spells in Frollo’s chambers, the character of Columbe (brought in from Gibson’s other plays), and the true nature of Djali. Principal plot points, such as Esmerelda being condemned, Quasimodo invoking “Sanctuary!” and the tragic ending, are still true to the book.

Clancy gives us a kind, charming girl worthy of pursuit. Turner contrasts that light with his constant air of darkness. Jurdi plays an unflappable scoundrel, feeling that between his beggar army and his high-placed sibling, he is untouchable. Jones gives us a figure who appears noble yet shows himself more fickle with easily-bruised pride. Shelton does very well with the complexities of her character, horns and all.

Kinsey gives a compelling performance as the Hunchback, complete with employing sign language as the nearly-deaf character. The actor having lost her voice on opening weekend had her mouthing her lines with pre-recorded voiceover; this somehow added to the portrayal, reflecting the fact that an actual person in this state would be nearly impossible to comprehend – yet for the audience’s sake, we do.

The play is directed by Spike Morin-Wilson, assisted by stage manager Kelli Gibson. While the title seems to be an effort to differentiate this from other versions of “Notre-Dame,” it does leave open the question: what truly was the “Grotesque” here? I’m thinking it’s not the poor soul ringing the bells.

Performances conclude this weekend, Sept. 27-29, at Arts for Lawrence’s Theater at the Fort, 8920 Otis Ave. Get tickets at artsforlawrence.org, information at 4thwallplayers.org.