Paris

IRT presents riddle of ‘Da Vinci Code’

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By John Lyle Belden

It’s been more than 20 years since the world was fascinated by the best-selling novel “The Da Vinci Code” by Dan Brown, which stirred controversy and was adapted into a Tom Hanks movie.

Adapted for the stage by Rachel Wagstaff and Duncan Abel, this thriller involving centuries-old secret organizations in and around the Catholic Church is at the Indiana Repertory Theatre, directed by Benjamin Hanna.

The story begins with a murder at the Louvre museum in Paris. Visiting professor and famed symbologist Robert Landon (Nate Cheeseman) is summoned to help decipher the crime scene – and because the message slain curator Saunière (Ryan Artzberger) left behind referenced Landon by name. Police officers Bezu Fache (Sean Blake) and Collet (Devan O’Malia Mathias) are obviously suspicious; meanwhile police cryptographer Sophie (Meghan Kreidler) takes Landon aside to tell him she is Saunière’s granddaughter and this situation is more fraught than he realizes. Soon, after finding more clues in the museum’s works by Leonardo da Vinci (including the Mona Lisa), Landon and Sophie are on the run, eventually seeking da Vinci expert Sir Leigh Teabing (Steve Routman). The killer, Silas (Sam Pearson), a fanatical monk in the order Opus Dei, is pursuing them as well.

The cast also includes Jen Johansen, Derdriu Ring, and Eric Sharp as Teabing’s assistant, Rèmy.

The object of this deadly quest is to find the Holy Grail. As everything in this story has more than one meaning, we learn that the “chalice” is not a cup, but a woman.

Hanna’s direction keeps the suspense taut and performances are first-rate. Cheeseman presents an excellent guide to the mysteries Landon uncovers. Kreidler’s Sophie is right there with him, a partnership of minds more than hearts, with no distracting romance. Routman presents a deceptively charming old adventurer. Pearson gives Silas absolute devotion to his cause, making his ritual self-inflicted pain an indication that he holds no qualms about hurting anyone else.

As for the story, it follows the book fairly well. As a Grail hunt, I felt this falls somewhere between Indiana Jones and Monty Python. While the twists have varying levels of predictability, overall, this high-stakes race across France and Britain is a fun ride. Bear in mind that aside from the characters and story, much of the underlying lore is also fiction (“Or is it?” some would ask).

The look of this production adds to the intensity of the action on the stage. The open scenic design by Christopher and Justin Swader is inspired by the Louvre’s glass pyramids (added to the museum in the1980s) with the triangles hinting at ancient secrets, or as angled lines a suggestion of a situation off-kilter. Lights (designed by Bentley Heydt) play into the mystery – for instance, illuminating the “Rose Line” that is part of the search. Still and video projections by Katherine Freer also contribute, as the IRT continues to make excellent use of the technology.

Follow the clues as puzzles are pondered and secrets sought on the way to breaking “The DaVinci Code.” Performances run through Oct. 19 at 140 W. Washington St. in the heart of downtown Indianapolis. Tickets and info at irtlive.com.

The District calls on ‘Genêt’

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By John Lyle Belden

Indianapolis native Janet Flanner was a unique personality, one of the most famous Hoosiers you likely have not heard of. This was likely in part because her writing focused on those around her as she faithfully avoided writing in the first person.

The spotlight gets overdue placement upon this literary icon in the world premiere of “They Call Me Genêt” by D. Paul Thomas, performed by Jen Johansen at The District Theatre. Writing her “Letters from Paris” for the newly established New Yorker magazine from 1925 to 1975, she received her nom de plume from New Yorker editor and co-founder Harold Ross, who mistakenly assumed it was a French variant of “Janet” (the word actually refers to a broom plant with yellow flowers, or a cat-like animal native to Europe and Africa).

We meet Flanner at the end of her time as an ex-pat in Paris, preparing to depart for New York, where she would live with her long-time lover, publisher Natalia Danesi Murray. She packs while struggling to write her final “Letter” for the magazine, and reflects on her various life experiences and the famous (and infamous) people she knew along the way.

Johansen delivers a flawless performance as the woman who would apparently mock the self-indulgent nature of a one-woman show. Aided by an appropriate wig (design by Andrew Elliot), she bears a close resemblance to photos of Flanner, who was fully aware of her plain features, remarking here that she has “the face of an old Pope.” Director Chris Saunders gives us not just a fascinating first-person biography, but also, as he notes, a thoughtful meditation on where the observer fits in among the celebrities she observes.

Among the historical figures she encountered, Flanner wrote about Hitler during his rise to power (a bitter I-told-you-so years later for those who dismissed her prescient profile) and had more pleasant relationships with luminaries including Hemingway, Picasso, and Gertrude Stein. Past notables of art and letters, she remarked, included “the most interesting Paris-ites.”

As for her personal life, Janet is unapologetic while employing her gift of creative language to apply appropriate euphemisms, such as her preference for “the sorority side.” There is a little trepidation at rejoining American society, returning to the post-Vietnam/Watergate country she sees churning towards a sort of “self-betrayal.”

The look and atmosphere are completed with costumes by Guy Clark, set by Josh Morrow, and props sourced by Jan White – including a charming compact typewriter. Rick Northam is stage manager, and Georgeanna Smith Wade is the understudy.

A bit of a wildcat, a shining golden flower, and ever intriguing – get to know Ms. Flanner in “They Call Me Genêt” in performances Thursday through Sunday, July 23-26, at 627 Massachusetts Ave., Indianapolis, presented in partnership with Indy Pride.

There will also be a benefit event, A Parisian Dinner and Garden Party, following the 4 p.m. Saturday performance. For details and tickets to all shows, see indydistricttheatre.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.

Footlite ‘In Paris’ in Indy

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By John Lyle Belden

At a time when the French capital is on our minds with the upcoming Olympics, Footlite Musicals presents “An American in Paris.”

Based on the 1951 Gene Kelly film – a showcase for both his dancing and the celebrated music of George and Ira Gershwin – the musical, with book by Craig Lucas, had its world premiere in Paris (naturally) in 2014 before its acclaimed Broadway run in 2015. The local production, Footlite’s summer show featuring college-age performers, is directed and choreographed by Kevin Bell.

With World War II just ended and the City of Lights finally recovering, we meet Adam (Seth Jacobsen), an American still limping from his war wounds. He makes his living playing piano and writing music while helping local friend Henri (Louis Soria) become a nightclub singer, unbeknownst to his industrialist parents. Meanwhile fellow American soldier Jerry (Alexander Holloway) purposely misses his train out of Paris so he can stay and work on his art.

From the beginning there is a mysterious girl (Jaelynn Keating) who we find out is Lise, a second-generation ballerina who, at the request of American heiress Milo Davenport (Remi Shirayanagi), is to star in a new ballet written by Adam, who feels a deeper connection. For Jerry it was love at first sight, as he insists on having more time with Lise to finish his sketch of her. But what neither man knows is that she is a long-time friend of Henri, who is working up the courage to propose to her.

The cast also includes Audrey Beaverson, Ella Bassler, Tajeyon Bohannon, K. Dottery, Emma Gedig, Josh Hoover, Tatum Meadors, Danny Roberds, Katie Van Den Heuvel, and Thomas Zotz as The Maestro of the ballet company.

This production is unusual in being a sort of hybrid of a traditional stage musical and ballet, with graceful dancing in most scenes. This works in part because of the triple-threat talents of Holloway and Keating. Their singing is exceptional in numbers like “I’ve Got Beginner’s Luck” and “The Man I Love” and their dancing is exquisite, especially together in the climactic title ballet. Jacobsen is also strong in stage presence and singing voice, as well as showing he’s quite a dancer in a fantasy scene.

A celebration of love and Gershwin, “An American in Paris” has performances Thursday through Sunday, June 27-30, at Footlite’s Hedback Theater, 1847 N. Alabama St., Indianapolis. Get tickets at footlite.org.