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A family life far from ‘Normal’

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By John Lyle Belden

We encourage all who can to see “Next to Normal,” the Tony and Pulitzer-winning musical by Brian Yorkey and Tom Kitt at Footlite Musicals.

A couple of caveats: There are all manner of content warnings for this dramatic rock opera about a mother’s struggle with severe bipolar disorder, including themes of suicide, drug use, and treatment by electroconvulsive therapy (ECT). This production places all the seating on the stage, meaning both a more intimate experience and limited audience size. Technically all performances – through Sunday, Jan. 19 – are sold out, but any who wish to take a seat left by a no-show are encouraged to try. Call 317-926-6630 for details.

Diana Goodman (Angela Manlove) looks like a typical suburban Mom, with a headstrong son, Gabe (Parker Taylor); overachieving daughter, Natalie (Tessa Gibbons); and very understanding even when baffled husband, Dan (Milo Ellis). She has also had 16 years of bipolar symptoms, for which she has taken numerous medications.

Off her pills at Gabe’s urging, she goes manic, including inviting Natalie’s new boyfriend Henry (Nate Taillon) to dinner. But everything will come crashing down when the birthday cake comes out.

Bobby Haley plays both psychopharmacologist Dr. Fine and the more helpful therapist, Dr. Madden.  

Realizing the complexities of portraying mental disorders, as well as the advances in diagnosis and treatment since the show’s premiere Off-Broadway in 2008 (and on Broadway the next year), director Paige Scott sought guidance from mental health professionals, including Tracy Herring and Erin Becker (who are also local actors). They said they have seen in their practice people much like the musical’s characters – those with serious mental illness as well as family members with their own issues. Herring noted that practically all the portrayals of symptoms and treatment here are appropriate and not sensationalized for the stage.

“I expected to hate it,” Becker said of her first encounter with the show. But she, too, appreciated the manner in which the events were shown, adding that ECT has become even more manageable than what Diana experiences – the character’s over-the-top response a reaction to past horror stories of “shock therapy.” While considered a last resort (as it is presented here) for severe conditions, Becker notes that some patients will undergo a session, “maybe 30 seconds,” and go to work later that day.

The actors took great pains with their portrayals, resulting in beautiful, heartfelt work. Manlove brings us into Diana’s pain, but we also see the toll her illness takes on the others. Gibbons’s Natalie acts out, needing to be seen; Ellis’s Dan is a rock that is crumbling. Meanwhile, Taylor gives a brilliantly fierce performance as Gabe. Haley strikes the right balance of professionalism and empathy as Madden. Taillon as Henry plays the kind of friend we all need at times like these.

With mental health awareness having come to the fore in today’s culture, “Next to Normal” is as important a theatre work as ever, and in Scott’s careful hands, with this cast and crew, a masterpiece.

Footlite Musicals is located at 1847 N. Alabama St., Indianapolis; online at footlite.org.

Words, dance and visual art flow into GHDT ‘Melange’

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By John Lyle Belden

On the weekend of January 11-12, Gregory Hancock Dance Theatre presented its fourth iteration of “Melange,” a largely-improvised blending of artistic disciplines by three individuals who had not only not rehearsed, but met one another on the first performance day. At the center is a performer who sings or speaks – the only element that is prepared – while a GHDT dancer interprets the goings-on in dance and a local artist captures an impression on a canvas.

Actor Jean Arnold was at the center of the space, delivering a program of spoken word, poetry and song. At the start she gave a rhythmic recitation of the folk song “The Unicorn” to set the mood of wonder and introspection with a touch of humor.

Compiled and arranged by Arnold, these pieces include a mother’s reflections on children, one she called “Fearless and Fierce,” a passage relating inner peace to world peace, one on “The Dancer,” and one “on Loving.”

The source material, she said, was literally all around us as the big box of a performance space – The Florence at the Academy at Gregory Hancock Dance Theatre – before its recent renovation had various quotes, sayings, poetry, and scripture passages of numerous faiths written below the floorboards and behind the wall surfaces, under the guidance of founder and artistic director Gregory Glade Hancock. Arnold had seen these, she said, and included some in her performance – quoting sources ranging from the Bible to Jimi Hendrix.

GHDT principal dancer Thomas James Mason was a flowing force that moved throughout the performance. He ranged from pure interpretation to moments of interplay with Arnold, when she would, with a mischievous grin, join him for a step or two. At moments, an old-time microphone stand would swirl in and out by Mason at her beckoning.

The dancer seeming to be all over the stage was captured in a number of dynamic poses by portraitist Robert Maurice Smith. In his drawing Saturday evening, Smith also captured Arnold’s energy, including, in a moment of late inspiration, the pages of the script binder that she occasionally held appearing to flow out to merge with Mason’s outstretched limbs. At the end of the performance, host (and GHDT assistant director) Abigail Lesaris auctioned the impromptu artwork with proceeds going to the dance company.  

“I am many things, but I am not quiet,” Arnold said smiling during the performance. Afterward, she noted this was unlike anything she had done on stage and enjoyed the challenge. “I wanted to leave people with something,” she said of her inspired approach.

As with the previous Melange productions, there was an almost polished feel to the unrehearsed proceedings, a confident reflection of artistic professionals. All present understood that this was, like all live theatre, a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

As this posts, there is still today’s performance, 3 p.m. Sunday, Jan. 12, at The Florence, 329 Gradle Drive, Carmel. See gregoryhancockdancetheatre.org for details and tickets, as well as info on their next show, “Down on the Bayou,” three weekends, Feb. 8-23, at The Florence.

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.

Ben Asaykwee saves Christmas!

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By John Lyle Belden

OK, so I exaggerate a bit. Still, local creative treasure Ben Asaykwee does bless us with two holiday shows this month.

His “Christmas Carol Comedy” returns, a parody of the Dickens classic that even Asaykwee calls “the dumbest thing you’ll see on stage.” It’s a perfect chance to stop taking the world seriously for a couple of hours, relax, and laugh at the absurdity.

Remember how silly it was last year, having Matt Anderson as Scrooge and Tiffanie Bridges as Tiny Tim? Well, this year they switched roles. As usual there is a huge cast, with every child who auditioned included as an “urchin” and one of the many, many Cratchit children. The approach of having experienced actors and novices work side-by-side works great in this low-stakes environment. It even bridges generations; for instance, Jaddy Ciucci and Maria Meschi, long-time collaborators with Asaykwee, get to perform with their young sons.

Hannah Boswell gets rowdy as Ghost of Christmas Past, Noah Lee and Mariana Haig are Mr. and Mrs. Cratchit, Kelly Haas is Nephew Fred, Kendrell Stiff is the Dodger, and Spencer Hahn is Kermit the coincidentally-named frog. Also appearing are Lisa Anderson, Luna Capehart, Sophia Capehart, Patrick Clemens, Carrie Cooper, Ben Curry, Jensen Dasbach, Lyra Dickson, Jessica Dickson, Ansel Dilger, Aliyah Distelrath, Lillie Distelrath, Cari Gallagher, Beth Gibson, Lillian Hall, Zara Heck, Elsie Huldeen, Adriel Kyrie, Anna Lee, Ethan Lee, Jared Lee, Samuel Lee, Calvin Meschi, Bastian Russell, Benjamin Thomas, Fynlee Thomas, Charlotte Wagner, and Noah Winston. Boswell also assists Asaykwee with direction.

And it’s also a musical, so we get some clever Ben Asaykwee songs like the gloriously superfluous “We Fly,” and the wit of “You Can’t Take it With You,” which has a style reminiscent of his Cabaret Poe.

But mostly – as it is even sung in one chorus – “this is dumb!” Hilariously, cheekily entertainingly, dumb, and a must-add to your holiday traditions. Performances run through Dec. 22 at The District Theatre, 627 Massachusetts Ave. in downtown Indy.

Also at the District, on Dec. 14, 15, 18, 21, 22, and 23, Asaykwee hosts his Happy JingleSprinkleTimez Cabaret. Another all-ages show, Ben presents a program of songs, stories, poetry and charming video vignettes. The opening performance had a technical glitch that made its moment even funnier;  a couple of surprises are likely whenever you attend, as Asaykwee works the spontaneous magic of live theater.  

And, if the connection to the North Pole is good, we also get a visit with ProZack the Sad Elf.

So, to sum up: Marley’s still dead, Ben Asaykwee performs live, and it would be smart to experience the dumbness. Get tickets at indydistricttheatre.org.

Quirky Christmas at a Montana bar in new comedy

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By John Lyle Belden

It seems the wooded lands on the northern edge of the United States host some eccentric goings-on. A number of films, TV shows, and plays have celebrated this, and now we can add “Snow Fever: A Karaoke Christmas,” a holiday comedy by Robert Caisley presented as part of a National New Play Network Rolling World Premiere at the Phoenix Theatre Cultural Centre.

To paraphrase one of its characters, weird stuff happens at Christmas, especially in Montana.

The Phoenix black-box stage has been converted into a bar, the Wet Whistle, which features a drink special that audience members can purchase before the show. It used to belong to Laverna (Jolene Mentink Moffatt) – then known as Taverna Laverna – but now is the property of her son, Brendan (Grant Niezgodski), who runs it with Kenny (Austin Hookfin), an odd young man with “no backstory” and little impulse control.

Local college student Lucy (Sarah Powell) arrives to interview for a job to discover she not only has it but also has arrived late on her first day. Laverna says that can be forgiven (she lives upstairs and acts like she still runs the joint, complete with her free hand with the booze). Kenny comes in with another young woman seeking work, Greta (Akili Ni Mali), a professional Karaoke DJ whom he injured with a frozen snowball to get her attention.

Preparations are under way for the bar’s Christmas Eve party, despite the growing snowstorm outside. The only band Brendan can book is a pair of banjo-playing twins, and he absolutely refuses to have anything as upbeat as the karaoke machine (which Greta is already setting up) in his somber dive bar. Also, Kenny has stolen a tree from the farm of the one man whose name no one is to say – “F. U.” (Brian Tyrell) – thanks in part to what happened at last year’s party.

Also, I should mention, there is Duke. No one knows what Duke is, but he is there.

So, if like me you saw the title “A Karaoke Christmas” and thought this might turn out to be a fluffy holiday music revue, we must remind ourselves: This is the Phoenix F-ing Theatre. Director John Michael Goodson sees this play as a quirky rom-com, but without the Hallmark schmaltz. There is singing in the show, mainly popular karaoke hits. But as love and nostalgia are as much a part of the holidays as the common Christmas trappings, a little “I Will Survive” works just as well as Jingle Bells.

Moffatt revels in her role as mama-bear/queen bee/cougar – the whole menagerie. Laverna can be a bit much, but with a big heart and best intentions. Niezgodski makes a great Phoenix debut, his pragmatic and at times bitter character weathering the chaos. Mali plays Greta as charmingly independent, a roaming soul who takes what life gives her, strange as it may be. Powell also plays Lucy as a roll-with-it sort of character, with more the attitude of someone familiar with the local ways. As for Hookfin, what may seem like just another take on the goof he plays so well in local comedies turns out to have surprising depth; what Kenny appears to lack in intellect he more than makes up for in intuition, as well as irresistible charm.  

Kudos to the cozy set design by Shane Cinal and props by Kristin Renee Boyd.

For a heartwarming holiday play with no heavy message, just good times with a few old pop hits thrown in, come in out of the cold for “Snow Fever,” performances through Dec. 22 at 705 N. Illinois St., downtown Indianapolis. Get info and tickets at phoenxtheatre.org.

Westfield comedy ‘greets’ holiday anxiety in unusual way

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By John Lyle Belden

We tend to recall the past as somehow an easier time, but each era has its own anxieties. Many of us remember the 1990s, still it’s easy to forget how the feeling of imminent change at the end of a millennium carried a lot of uncertainty, even before the Y2K panic.

In the holiday comedy, “Greetings!” by Tom Dudzick, presented by Main Street Players of Westfield, they don’t have today’s terms like “autism spectrum” to describe the personal struggles of Mickey Gorski. The words “mentally handicapped” are briefly mentioned, then not said again as it is better to think of the young man as just a happy member of the family whom his parents cherish, accepting any little word he adds to his limited vocabulary as a divine gift.

Mickey (Dylan Acquaviva), with doting mom Emily (Barb Weaver) and sullen but loving dad Phil (James LaMonte), are preparing their Pittsburgh home for a Christmas Eve visit by big brother Andy (Nathaniel Taff), flying in from New York with his girlfriend Randi (Megan Fridenmaker). A couple of things seem to feel off from the start, including frequent issues with the house’s electrical wiring and Emily’s insistence that she recently heard Mickey say – for the first time ever – the word “greetings,” a feat she seems unable to make him repeat.

The stress of caring for this son has become routine, however, the arrival of Andy gives former minor-league pitcher Phil emotional curveballs he can barely handle. The good news is that Andy and Randi are engaged; the distressing part is that she is an atheist Jew and he has reconsidered aspects of the family’s Catholic faith.

As the inevitable argument ensues, Mickey calmly stands up straight and declares, “Greetings!”

And then, he says even more.

Directed by Jeremy Tuterow, this charming and funny family drama gives a meaning-of-Christmas lesson that blends aspects of “All in the Family” and “The Twilight Zone” with how the Shepherds at the Nativity must have felt.

LaMonte gives us in Phil a solid sitcom-esque Dad who lives with unresolved issues and regrets, as well as resistance to anything more that he feels he can’t understand. Weaver’s Emily greets it all with attempts at understanding and unconditional love, though she can be overwhelmed. Taff plays Andy as caught between his wanting to be there for the brother he loves and wanting to run from what he sees as inevitable parental disapproval. Fridenmaker gives Randi a demeanor in which you can almost see her psychological armor, already forged by friction with observant Jewish parents before being brought here to deal with potential new family. She, like the others, will find her own test of faith – or lack thereof.

Acquaviva is simply outstanding as Mickey. He emulates the tics and eccentricities of his autistic character with respect for the condition and smoothly transitions to other aspects of the role with precision delivery that makes its whole fantastic nature work within the world of the play. A high school freshman with already a few other notable roles on his CV, he has us looking forward to where his talents will take him next.

One weekend of performances remain, Thursday through Sunday, Dec. 12-15, before “Greetings!” becomes goodbye. Find it at Basile Westfield Playhouse, 220 N. Union St.; find tickets at westfieldplayhouse.org.

For Frosty Die-Hards who Actually Love Wonderful Xmas Stories

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By John Lyle Belden

As we proceed into December, it’s time we put aside our worries over politics and international strife to consider truly important questions, such as:

  • Is “Die Hard” a Christmas movie – I mean, it absolutely is, right?
  • Does “Prancer” still count?
  • And, can we get ever get enough Jimmy Stewart?

Explore these vital issues with folks who clearly have issues – in “A Very Phoenix Xmas: It’s a Wonderful Die Hard Life Story Actually,” directed and curated by Claire Wilcher. It’s like the beloved performer and intimacy expert worked on an in-depth project on holiday television and cinema, but she took one of those Siberian Santa mushrooms (see the show for context).

Our up-for-anything cast of Matthew Altman, Paige Neely, Devan Mathias, Zachariah Stonerock, and Kelsey Van Voorst take on a series of skits by Wilcher, Jeff Clawson, Steve Moulds, Zack Neiditch, KT Peterson, Mookie Harris, Steven Korbar, Bennett Ayres, and the return of Mark Harvey Levine’s “A Requiem for Shermy,” one of the best tributes to the Peanuts Christmas Special. In video bits between scenes, Wilcher joins in on some classic holiday movie moments.

This show gets a little spooky at times, a lot funny throughout, and just one degree from Kevin Bacon. We’ve seen Mathias and Van Voorst deliver the silly before, and they are at the top of their game here, as well as charming Neely and ever-fabulous Altman; meanwhile Stonerock excels at Pythonesque straight-man delivery, as well as the task of doing likely the most imitated-for-laughs voice in Hollywood history.

Looks like the Phoenix Theatre Cultural Centre’s holiday tradition is here to stay (through Dec. 22) and in good hands. It’s on the mainstage at 705 N. Illinois St., downtown Indianapolis; get tickets at phoenixtheatre.org.

Songs and their stories at BCP

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By John Lyle Belden

Did you know that the true meaning of “fa-la-la-la-la” is, believe it or not, fa-la-la-la-la? (Just musical filler.) Or, that while the tune of “Greensleeves” dates back to 1500s England, the Christmas hymn “What Child is This?” was written in America in the mid-1800s?

Feel free to share this information, as well as nearly all the songs in “Buck Creek Players Christmas Cabaret,” the company’s holiday offering through Sunday, Dec. 8.

For this original revue, directors Georgie Teipen and Tiffany D. Wilson went with the theme “Public Domain” not just because it’s for a cost-conscious community theatre, but mainly because so much of what we enjoy sharing at Christmas is not bound up in intellectual property restrictions, especially traditional music.

But because by their nature these songs are quite old, the stories behind their creation may be little known. Our hosts Clance LaTurner and Jeremy Teipen present the relevant histories of nearly 30 tunes – sacred and secular – which are performed by Nicole Bridgens, Onis Dean, Scott Fleshood, Jennifer J. Kaufmann, Nancy Laudeman, Gary Life, and Jennifer Poynter, accompanied by Debbie Stafford on piano. Their charming delivery enlivens our spirits; highlights include Life’s “How Far Is It to Bethlehem” (the lone protected song, for which he got permission from the writer!), lively company renditions of “Deck the Halls” and “Twelve Days of Christmas,” and Dean’s stirring “Ave Maria.”

This intimate show is given a “black box” setting, with audience seating on three sides of the stage (a ramp is provided for patrons). Singers appear at any of the four corners throughout the performance. The set-up works quite well, and we hope BCP considers it for any future productions that can benefit from this arrangement. Since we’re right there with the singers, we are encouraged to join them in a couple of the songs.

A good time for fans of trivia and traditional holiday hits, find the Buck Creek Playhouse at 11150 Southeastern Ave., Indianapolis (Acton Road exit of I-74); find tickets at buckcreekplayers.com.

IRT’s ‘Carol’ familiar and fresh

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By John Lyle Belden

On the evening I write this, yesterday I saw a wonderful matinee performance of Charles Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol” at Indiana Repertory Theatre.

Earlier today, during a haircut, I told the barber about yesterday’s show. She fondly remembered seeing it years ago as a little girl. After telling her of all the unique features of the IRT production, she said she would look into seeing it this year with some friends. If you, too, haven’t seen it in a while (or at all) perhaps we can persuade you to consider this Indianapolis holiday tradition as well.

Don’t misunderstand; in being a little different, this play is not a parody, or a twist on the story like the movie, “Scrooged.” The Dickens book was adapted decades ago by past IRT artistic director Tom Haas and has been presented annually since the mid-1990s. Its style allows various actors to slip into alternate roles throughout the narrative, which they tell as well as perform, maintaining both the classic language and a good story flow. Only one actor stays the same throughout – as Ebenezer Scrooge – in the well-practiced grasping hands of Rob Johansen. He has played the old miser for a few years now, since switching with Ryan Artzberger, who mainly portrays Jacob Marley’s ghost (“Marley was dead” is vital to the plot, you know) and poor, good-natured Bob Cratchit.

Our spirited Ghosts of Christmas Past and Present are entertainingly presented by Natasia Reinhardt and Sean Blake, respectively. Kenneth L’Ron Hamilton is impressive as both Nephew Fred and Young Scrooge. Talented tykes Henry Kirk or Juniper O’Meara (depending on performance) touch our hearts as Tiny Tim and Child Scrooge. The ensemble also include Kayla Carter, Weezie Chavers, Jennifer Johansen, Sami Ma, and Belle Renee Moore.

Veteran director Cara Hinh makes her IRT debut helming this production. Little changes in staging are noticeable, including clever use of the trapdoors and elevators. This especially adds to the tension of Marley’s visit. But while there are spooky moments, there is far more good-natured humor running through much of the play. The cast visibly enjoy sharing this story with you.

A continued tip of the Victorian top hat to set designer Russell Metheny, whose contributions and annual tweaks are subtle but interesting on a nearly-bare stage covered to overflowing with drifts of the IRT’s artificial snow.  Kudos also to lighting designers Michael Lincoln, Bentley Heydt and Molly Tiede for their atmospheric contributions. Costumes, including a beautifully fresh look for Christmas Past, are by Linda Pisano.

Unique yet familiar, treat yourself to the tradition of IRT’s “A Christmas Carol,” playing through Christmas Eve on the mainstage at 140 W. Washington St., in the bustling heart of downtown Indianapolis. Info and tickets at irtlive.com.

A strong look at fragile relationships

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By John Lyle Belden

Eclipse Productions of Bloomington (no relation to the summer program in Indy) is filling the theatre niche of bold, provocative productions that Indianapolis has with companies such as Theatre Unchained or American Lives Theatre. This approach comes into sharp focus with their present staging of “Closer,” by Patrick Marber.

The drama premiered in London in 1997, the U.S. in 1999, and adapted into a film in 2004, and all versions are notable for their frank, unflinching look at intimate relationships – psychological and physical – among two men and two women who find one another in an unusual tangle of coincidence and dark serendipity. “Everyone loves a big lie,” one of them says, alluding to a major theme of the play.

Though it has nothing to do with this story (and isn’t played), if you couldn’t sit through the Nine Inch Nails hit of the same name (the “I wanna f**k you like an animal” song), don’t bother seeing this. But if you’re open to it, director Kate Weber has created what she calls “a piece of elevated theater masked in a raw and bold human emotion.”

“I never look where I’m going,” says Alice (Shayna Survil), her only excuse for stepping into traffic in front of Dan (Konnor Graber) where she is struck by a vehicle. In the emergency room, their relationship begins. A doctor (Jeremy J. Weber) notices the question-mark shaped scar on Alice’s leg – an injury she refuses to elaborate on, except to say it was from the wreck that killed her parents.

Dan, an obituary writer for a local newspaper, then writes a novel using Alice as inspiration. But upon meeting Anna (Patricia Maureen Francis), the professional photographer taking his book’s headshot, he becomes smitten with her. The pieces of our romantic quadrilateral fall into place in bizarre fashion when Dan draws the doctor, Larry, into his own twisted meet-cute with Anna.

Thus goes a sort of dramatic dance among the foursome, involving manipulation and betrayal as well as striving for authentic relationships and, perhaps, love. While we get very mature content and language, there is stunningly no nudity – even in a cleverly-executed yet erotic strip-club dance – as the focus is on the ravaging of feelings and souls more than their bodies. It all builds to final moments of reckoning, in which the devastating truth of the “crying girl” is revealed at last.

We don’t get a hero or villain here, just people drawn by very human impulses to do well-meaning or hurtful things. This is especially so with Graber’s Dan, a man in his mid-thirties who reveals an immature, needy personality. At times we want to like him, others to hate him. Survil maintains Alice as a sexy cypher, a hothouse flower in her late teens (at the beginning) just wanting to be kept, an American of unknown origin making her own way in London – as inscrutable as the question of her scar. Weber maintains Larry as close to “normal” as we get in this setting, with his own quirks and while fairly dignified, wouldn’t turn down a good shag if it comes his way. Francis (a/k/a Trick Blanchfield to Indy audiences) cultivates Anna’s own complexity, complete with a fortress of feeling at which both men tear at the walls. Her darkest moment is one of the most raw we have seen on stage this year.

Get “Closer” with performances Thursday through Sunday, Nov. 21-24, at Waldron Firebay Theatre (first floor of the Waldron Arts Center), 122 S. Walnut, Bloomington. Get tickets at eclipseproductioncompany.com.