Bard Fest takes another look at Trojan War

By John Lyle Belden

If the title of Shakespeare’s “Troilus and Cressida” sounds familiar, that’s because just this last July there was a musical adaptation, presented by Southbank Theatre. This time around, the war story/comedy/tragedy is presented by Indy Bard Fest on the stage of the Cat theatre in Carmel.

Director Zach Stonerock approaches this play as a satire of the Trojan War (and thus war in general). As battles tend to “trash” the landscape, the stage looks like a modern salvage yard, the players like a band of hobo thespians acting out the Bard’s work to pass the time. For junkyard scavengers, knowing who plays Ajax is easy if you can find the plastic bottle.

Thersites the Fool (Sarah Heider) welcomes us and introduces the war, already seven years in progress (these events are prior to the legendary part with the big horse, which is hinted at). Young Trojan prince Troilus (Jack Tiehen) is seeking to woo fair Cressida (Hannah Embree), whose father has defected to the Greeks, leaving her with uncle Pandarus (David Mosedale), all too eager to play matchmaker. Trojan troops, led by older princes Paris (Tristan Montgomery) and chivalrous Hector (Ryan Powell), and general Aeneas (Tim Fox), return from battle frustrated at the continuing stalemate. They consider whether it would be best for Paris to return Helen (Abigail Simmon), whom he had stolen from the Greeks, starting this whole mess. It would at least quiet the ravings of princess Cassandra (Audrey Stonerock). But proud Troilus helps talk Hector out of that plan, which leads to an even more audacious one.

Meanwhile, on the Greek side, King Agamemnon (Jeffrey Stratford), Menelaus (Mosedale), Diomedes (Jack Paganelli), and Ulysses (Tristan Ross), are frustrated that their best warrior, Achilles (John Kern), is refusing to fight, staying in his tent with his boytoy Patroclus (Montgomery). Under truce, Aeneas arrives with a proposed challenge – Hector vs. a champion of their choice in single combat. The Greek leaders accept and decide to name less-able soldier Ajax (Austin Hookfin), confident the insult to Achilles should rouse him to battle.

Lest we forget the title, there is more intrigue with Troilus and Cressida, who decide on a quick tryst before being formally wed. But the morning after brings news that the girl has become little more than a bargaining chip.

The cast also includes Brittany Magee as Hector’s wife Andromache, yet another woman whose feelings are disregarded.

Though the trappings of this telling are a bit comical, the story is deadly serious. Tiehen gives a solid performance, with the looks and aggressive romantic bluster of a Romeo but a little smarter and less suicidal. Embree also plays her lead admirably, a young woman getting by on cleverness until she can’t, then realizing she is her only salvation, even if it means hurting one who loves her.

Stratford plays an amusing monarch, but not one to be trifled with. His portrayal, along with Kern and Montgomery’s haughtiness and Ross’s deadpan, reflect how the early scenes play out like a Strangelovian comedy. Powell, who easily slips into roles both comical and serious, plays Hector as both nobly earnest and absurdly genteel. Heider, for her part, revels in her role. As the play progresses towards bloodshed, however, the tragedy and waste of war come to the fore.

An intriguing example of how all’s un-fair in love and war, “Troilus and Cressida” has three more performances Friday through Sunday, Oct. 13-15, at the Cat, 254 Veterans Way in downtown Carmel. Get tickets at indybardfest.com.

Intimate look at classic ‘Murder’

By John Lyle Belden

As the saying goes, the axle of a railroad car evolved from an old Roman chariot, so as for generations we moved from city to city on narrow but comfortable boxes, things still might feel a little close.

Especially when there’s a dead body in the next car.

When Carmel Community Players found themselves staging the traditionally large production of “Murder on the Orient Express” in the intimate confines of The Cat, director Lori Raffel opted not to re-invent the on-stage railroad. “Why not?” she mused, understanding that theatre-goers know how the magic works. Indeed, seeing cast members and stage managers Samantha Kelly and Chloe Vann transform the sleeper cars to the lounge car (which doubles as a fine Istanbul restaurant) in half-light doesn’t hurt the show one bit, perhaps even aiding the flow as we don’t just stare at a curtain between scenes.

And, as noted, you are never far from the action, especially in the Cat’s up-front love seats (first-come for patrons). This way you never miss a clue, or a punchline in this Ken Ludwig script approved by the Agatha Christie estate.

Please, if you know the solution to this mystery, don’t tell! But if you don’t, relax, it was a difficult case for Christie’s famed Belgian detective Hercule Poirot (Larry Adams), and the resolution has surprised and delighted whodunit fans for decades. Again, if you do know – shh! – and enjoy how it plays out with the wit of Ludwig in Christie’s world, presented by this talented local cast.

In 1934, Monsieur Bouc (Earl Campbell) is rightly proud to be in charge of the famed Orient Express (an actual legendary line that ran the length of Europe) and to host Poirot on an unusually crowded journey to France. However, while a snowstorm halts the train in the mountains of Yugoslavia (around Croatia today), the very shady Samuel Ratchett (Tim Latimer) is found dead in his cabin.

Until the snow clears and police arrive from Zagreb, it is up to Poirot to solve this expansive closed-door mystery. Whodunit? Considering it is revealed that Ratchett was a man who literally got away with murder, there is motive, and plenty of suspects. Was it the English woman and Scottish soldier (Olivia Carrier and Jeffrey Stratford) who have been quite secretive? Or the wealthy Russian Princess in exile (Cathie Morgan) or her Swedish missionary nurse (Nicole Sherlock)? Or the loud new-money American (Vickie Phipps)? Or the former nurse turned Hungarian Countess (Viviana Quiñones Fabre)? Or yet, Ratchett’s personal secretary (Jonathan Young)? Conductor Michel (Mohamed Armin) has his own puzzle as others claim to see a mysterious someone in a jacket just like his.

Performances are solid all around, especially Adams’ command of the proceedings as the famed Belgian. Phipps has a ball as the stereotypical obnoxious American. It is impressive how this all-volunteer community cast commit to and hold on to their various spoken accents, especially Stratford’s thick brogue.

Remaining departures for “Murder on the Orient Express” are Thursday through Sunday at The Cat, 254 Veterans Way, downtown Carmel. For info and tickets, visit carmelplayers.org.