Karen Zacarias

Neighbors take offense while building a fence in CCP comedy

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By John Lyle Belden

It’s said that “good fences make good neighbors,” but that depends on where the fence is.

At least that’s the case with “Native Gardens,” the comedy by Karen Zacarias presented by Carmel Community Players at The Cat, directed by Lori Raffel. Set nowadays in a nice Washington D.C. neighborhood, near-retired couple Frank and Virginia Butley welcome young couple Pablo and Tania Del Valle, who buy the home next door.

Frank (Larry Adams), who worked for the General Services Administration and does consulting from home, takes pride in the yard and flowerbed he has crafted with great care for years, hoping to finally rise above Second Place in the local gardening competition.

Virginia (Vickie Cornelius Phipps) is a strong-willed woman from a Polish-American family, now a top engineer with a major defense contractor. She doesn’t hesitate to speak her mind.

Pablo (Oscar Otero Ortiz), who was disowned by his wealthy family in Chile for marrying a poor “United Statsian,” worked his way through law school and has been accepted to a major D.C. firm. He hopes to make partner.

Tania (Yolanda Valdivia), from New Mexico – her family was there when it was just “Mexico” – is about to complete her doctorate in Social Work as well as her obvious pregnancy. Her plans for the Del Valles’ back yard are a bit different from what’s on Frank’s side: keep the big oak tree, no pesticides, and all plants native to the area.

One thing both couples can agree on is that the chain-link fence between them must go!

Replacing this barrier with a nice wooden fence must happen quickly, as Pablo impulsively invited his fellow attorneys – including a named senior partner – to his backyard for a barbecue the next weekend. However, when work begins, a routine property survey leads to a bizarre “border war.” How neighborly!

What could start out as a bit of a fish-out-of-water situation soon becomes a meditation on precisely whose “water” this is. Being near the nation’s Capital, there are political overtones – the Butleys are right-of-center, more Bush-era Republicans than the current strain; while the Del Valles are more left-of-center (New Mexico is demographically Democratic) and Tania considers herself Latinx. This informs their actions regarding what each one feels entitled to, as they work within their differing paradigms to be good people.

Our four actors deliver great examples of being bitter without becoming unlikable, as each flashes from friendly to comically enraged at a moment’s notice. As words are said (including a swear in Spanish), acorns are thrown, and legal action threatened, there seems to be little actual malice.

Katherine Floyd, Jacob Slager, and stage manager Susan Yeaw work efficiently as “Mr. Mow It All” yard services, doing the fence removal, survey, contract work and scene changes.

Kudos to Joyce Pendleton for her set decoration of the beautiful flower gardens and realistic tree.

“Native Gardens” is like a fun sitcom with lots of subtext about differing views of land and our relationships to it and each other. It points not to a position of right or wrong, but rather – however we individually see things – to being good neighbors.

Performances run through Aug. 16 at The Cat, 254 Veterans Way in the heart of downtown Carmel. See carmelplayers.org or thecat.biz.

Feel free to dream with ‘Frida Libre’

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By John Lyle Belden

The main critique, and recommendation, we can make of “Frida Libre” by Karen Zacarias, on stage through Aug. 2 by Fonseca Theatre Company, is that this is clearly made to be seen by children.

Based on the life of young Frida Kahlo – a girl who wanted to become a doctor but would grow up to be a world-famous artist – the story of this musical (music by Deborah Wicks La Puma) is presented by her school classmate Alex (Abner Torres Delina Jr.). He is a very shy boy who becomes project partners with a very loud girl, Frida (Flor Mojica), with colorful clothes and a noticeable limp – and the only girl in the school.

All other roles are played by Jay Fuqua and Cara Wilson.

The stern teacher they address as Maestro (Fuqua) gives them an assignment to work together, a paper on “metamorphosis.” To research, they go to Frida’s bright blue house to look through her parents’ books. On the way, we find that Alex is afraid of heights and Frida, though not admitting fear, is reluctant to ride the city trolley (a bit of foreshadowing, for those who know).

Becoming aware they are both dreamers, each reveals their ideal inner self: He is Super Luchador (Fuqua), a masked wrestler in a white cape who crushes fear and saves lives. She is Frida Libre (Wilson), running free and working to heal the world. As they study, he shows an eye for details, while she reveals her talent at painting. With the help of a caterpillar in a strawberry jelly jar, they opt for a more elaborate presentation, sure to knock Maestro’s socks off.

Carried along with catchy tunes like “Paint Me a Picture,” “206 Bones,” and “Metamorphosis,” this one-hour narrative presents aspects of Kahlo’s upbringing in Mexico City with sufficient dramatic license to soften her pain and setbacks (though not shying away from them), making it relatable to young audiences. We even find how their dreams, seeming momentarily impossible, come true.  

Mojica, who also portrayed young Frida in the more mature production “La Casa Azul,” fits comfortably in her flower-embroidered slippers. Her charm brings us along to find this is about more than just the transformation of the insect in the jar. Delina eagerly easily connects with the kids of all ages watching, as Alex finds himself growing as well.

Fuqua and Wilson add to the fun, especially as the heroic alter egos. Also, his Maestro comes across as appropriately intimidating, at least from the students’ perspective.

Speech and songs are mostly in English, which casually translates the numerous Spanish words sprinkled in – lending authenticity with understandability and enhanced educational value.

Chandra Lynch directed, with vocal direction by Josiah Ray McCruiston, choreography by Linda Thomson, and costumes by Cee-Cee Swalling.

There is one weekend left! Bring your children to “Frida Libre” performances Friday evening and Saturday and Sunday afternoons (July 31- Aug. 2), at 2508 W. Michigan St., Indianapolis.

While there, see the paintings in “A Celebration of Frida, Luchadors, and Mexican Heritage,” a collaboration with Arte Mexicano en Indiana, in the lobby and next-door gallery.

For details and tickets, see fonsecatheatre.org.

BCP comedy one for the books

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By John Lyle Belden

In “The Book Club Play,” a small group who meet regularly to discuss the literature they have all read adds an element of “Big Brother,” a new member or two, and before long the gathering becomes what one describes as “‘Lord of the Flies’ with wine.”

In this comedy by Karen Zacarias, presented by Buck Creek Players, Ana (Amanda McCabe) hosts the club at her home with close friend Will (Jericho Frank), a fellow literary snob, and husband Rob (Jeff Haber), who is there for the snacks. There is also Will’s friend Jen (Alyssa Lay); joining the club helped her recover from a downward spiral. Ana has brought in her new coworker at the newspaper where they work, Lily (Nia Hughes), who can’t help but notice she’s the only non-white person in the room.

Another source of tension: Ana – and the others, in signed releases – agreed to having a camera installed in the living room, recording everything during Book Club evenings. The footage goes to a famous Danish documentarian working on a film about the American phenomenon of these get-togethers. “Act natural,” Ana insists.

After lively discussions on “Moby Dick” and “The Age of Innocence” – the latter book affecting Rob deeply after he actually reads it – Lily shakes things up by selecting “Twilight.” This leads to the unexpected addition of Alex (Grant Bowen), a professor of literature seeking to understand the appeal – and unexpected merit – of popular fiction.

Between club meetings, we get brief scenes of various people apparently interviewed for the documentary, entertainingly portrayed by Connie Salvini-Thompson. (Note: One involves the smoking of an herbal cigarette near the front of the stage.)

It could be said that reading can change your life – but these readers aren’t prepared for what’s coming. This is especially true of Ana, the kind of person who feels things need to be perfect, as she sees it, and thrives on being in control. McCabe wonderfully portrays these borderline narcissistic tendencies, letting the comedy flow naturally from the contrast between her expectations and how things turn out. She seethes, but swallows her rage as she tries in vain not to look neurotic for the camera.

For the others, surprises start to alter their perspectives. A meeting on “The DaVinci Code” brings out secrets not on the pages. Then, an attempted discussion of a “Tarzan” book goes completely wild.

In the last chapters they read together, all is revealed.

In their performances, the cast show how the usual motivations for these clubs, equal parts fellowship and meaningful conversations with the book as a catalyst, get warped by the fact that there is an unblinking “audience.” Hughes’ Lily doesn’t mean to be provocative, yet stating the obvious seems to brush against unwritten rules. Contrast this with Bowen’s Alex, who, as an academic, welcomes and encourages debate.  Frank’s Will constantly flips between confident and unsure – and if he trips your gaydar, we all see it, too (well, not everyone). Lay as Jen gently finds necessary growth of character throughout. As for Rob, Haber’s portrayal of this go-along/get-along personality shows him finding he has lost track of what he really wants and needs.

Meanwhile, Salvini-Thompson’s character work adds wonderful comic touches – starting in full Capote mode, then a stiff Secret Service agent, down-home Wal-Mart associate, prison “dealer,” and a feisty retired librarian (with the final punchline at the end of the curtain call).

It’s all well-crafted by Josh Rooks in his directing debut, adding to past onstage experience in bringing the funny. He is assisted by producer and fellow BCP mainstay Ben Jones.

“The Book Club Play” is uproariously funny, and it might even give you a fresh perspective on books and reading – note its pitfalls if you wish to start a club of your own! Performances are Friday through Sunday, June 13-15 at the Buck Creek Playhouse, 11150 Southeastern Ave. (Acton Road exit off I-74), Indianapolis. Get tickets at buckcreekplayers.com.