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Bardfest’s ‘Bold’ move pays off

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By John Lyle Belden

In its present form, Indy Bard Fest’s annual festival goes beyond works by William Shakespeare to include notable stage classics and works that could be considered “Shakespeare adjacent.” In this latter mode, we become exposed to playwrights whose works we might not otherwise see.

“A Bold Stroke for a Husband,” is a 1783 comedy by English writer Hannah Cowley (not obscure in her own day, her hits included “The Belle’s Stratagem”) who liked to include commentary on the difficulties of women in European society. The title (wordplay on that of a similar work of the era) refers not to abusive men, rowing, or a brain seizure, but of women who execute brave maneuvers in order to gain or keep the men of their fancy.

Two main plots run through this play, set in late 1700s Madrid, Spain. Don Carlos (Trent K. Hawthorne-Richards), who left his wife Victoria (Tailynn Downing) and their children to have an affair with Donna Laura (Hannah Elizabeth Boswell), learns his lover has tricked him out of the deed to the estate that had been in his wife’s name. Devious Laura refuses to sign it back, dumping him for another gentleman.

In other events, Victoria’s cousin, Olivia (Wilhelmina Dreyer) has her father Don Caesar (Angela Dill) insisting she commit to a suitor immediately to avoid old-maid status and eventually give him an heir. The gentlemen arrive, first Don Garcia (Katie Brownlee), then Don Vincentio (Jordan Paul Wolf), who are verbally dispatched by Olivia with the aid of her saucy maid Minetta (Rowan Apple-Knotts).

Though, in our closest link to the Bard, we see the lady as a “shrew” to rival Shakespeare’s Kate, Olivia secretly pines for a different man, Don Julio (Ryan James Moskalick), whom she toys with in another way.

Don Caesar, meanwhile, calls his own bluff in that he’d marry the neighbor’s young daughter and send Olivia to a convent if no son-in-law was secured. This is distressing to Marcella (Cass Knowling), the teen in question, as the law and customs of the time would allow for it – but Caesar comes to his senses and insists the girl only pretend their engagement to spur Olivia to action.

Speaking of tricks, Laura’s latest obsession is Florio, actually the desperate Victoria in disguise! A bit of subterfuge with the valet, Gaspar (Tracy Herring), should help to put things right.

This ribald piece of 18th-century feminism is entertaining, funny, and fairly easy to follow. Cross-gender and transgender casting aid the topsy-turvy atmosphere, accented with beautiful costuming by Sue Kuenhold, sharply directed by Max McCreary in the intimate atmosphere of Shelton Auditorium.

The men are buffoonish, but in an appropriately genteel way. Moskalick gets to play the one dude with sense – thus a worthy match for beautifully bold Dreyer as Olivia – though he gets fooled a bit as well. Hawthorne-Richards presents Carlos as downright pathetic, making Downing’s Victoria all the more noble in rescuing him as well as their fortune. Other women get plenty to flex their acting chops, whether as villain (Boswell) or trickster (Apple-Knotts, Knowling, Herring).

Strike boldly for the venue at the southwest corner of the Butler University campus, 1000 W. 42nd St., Indianapolis, for performances this Friday through Sunday (Oct. 27-29). Get info and tickets at indybardfest.com.

CCP stages locally penned inspiring comedy

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By Wendy Carson

Things are not going well for Nikki. She postponed her wedding, moved out of her fiancé’s  apartment, dropped the majority of her law clients, and rented a new place of her own which may or may not be haunted. Add to this an obsessive landlord, a clingy fiancé, and a very grumpy police officer and you have the makings for this tender and rollicking play, “aMUSEd,” presented by Camel Community Players. 

The script, by local playwright Megan Ann Jacobs, was originally presented as part of 2019’s DivaFest. She has since expanded the story and enriched each character involved.  

Sebastian (Joe Wagner), the current Muse of Comedy, has tried to avoid serious entanglements with his past “instruments,” but made a single exception for novelist Anita (Wendy Brown) and stays with her to the very end. Even for an immortal, losing someone close scars you deeply.  

Enter Nikki (Ameetha Widdershins), who knows this pain all too well herself. She rented the amazing and affordable apartment where Anita had died, and Sebastian is wallowing in pity. Sparks fly, as they move from standoff to compromise. His lack of a corporeal body makes for some great slapstick humor and mistaken identities involving Nikki’s fiancé, Ryan (Malcolm Marshall), landlord Tyler (Austin Uebelhor), and Officer Bridges (Ahnn Christopher). Plus, Anita makes a post-death appearance or two herself. 

Director Kelly Keller does a great job balancing the zany humor with the touching glimpses of the pain both lead characters must work through.  

The whole cast is a delight to behold and thoroughly immersed in the story. In fact, at our performance, a small scuffle within the show rolled nearly into the audience. Widdershins manages to be both soft and prickly as the moment demands. Marshall, who only recently made his community stage debut, shows steady improvement in taking on a meaty role. Wagner, looking like a mid-level executive (which he sorta is for the gods), has fun being as much trickster as inspiration. Uebelhor is a hoot and nearly steals his every scene. Christopher and Brown give their moments the right touch, as well.   

John and I both loved the show when we originally saw it, and I really like this more fully fleshed-out version, nicely paced and never feeling padded. It lovingly brings all of the characters to a just and happy ending.

Performances are Friday through Sunday at The Switch Theatre, 10029 E. 126th St., Suite D, Fishers. For info and tickets, see carmelplayers.org.

Kids face difficult climb in Mathews play

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By John Lyle Belden

Once again, author and former journalist Garret Mathews draws from the deep well of his upbringing to bring us the new play, “No Hope Rope,” based on people and experiences in his high school in the 1960s in rural western Virginia coal-mining country.

Uber-nerds Rayburt (Max Gallagher) and Titus (Christian Perez) have only each other as they are popular with no one else in Dungannon High School. Rayburt is fascinated with words; Titus is fascinated with everything math, tech, and space – he was STEM long before that became a thing. Rayburt gets by, by laying low. Titus prefers to obnoxiously live in his own world, constantly consulting his imaginary computer and giving loud updates to NASA. One thing they share, though, is a lack of upper-body strength. This presents a problem in their senior year as it is announced by the principal, persuaded by football Coach Alexander, that all boys must complete the 40-foot rope climb to graduate.

For our young subjects, that rope in the corner of the gym may as well be 40 miles high.

Rayburt feels doomed, but Titus has a plan. The school weight room is open to all students, not just the athletes, and if they can learn to lift The Heavy Objects, they might be able to lift themselves up before the school year ends. On their first day, as Titus addresses the issues of cool nicknames and proper grunting, they encounter the quarterback of the State Champion Roughnecks, Charley Alexander (Austin Helm), prize son of “Coach Daddy” who is likely assured a scholarship with a Michigan college.

In this funny and heartwarming G-rated look at teen life in the Heartland, we see this is about more than climbing a length of rope. Climbing hand over hand to the top is easy for some, but not for many when the coal mine is a long way down. For the women, maybe they’ll marry the man who becomes foreman or works above ground. Rayburt wants out, likely to a career in journalism, but he feels the gravity. Titus sees his escape as a pathway to the stars. Charley is content working on small engines or his “funnies” – inspired by the comics on the Ed Sullivan show – but his choices bear the weight of family and community expectations. Our young actors embody the characters perfectly, hinting at bright futures themselves.

Mathews, who supplies the adult intercom voices, says the characters are based on himself and people he knew – he can name the know-it-alls he lovingly mashed up to make Titus – but especially for those of us who know rural America (I like to think of the culture of Mathews’ stories as “Hoosier adjacent”) we can all relate.

Aaron Henze gladly directs this production, hoping that works like this (and Mathews works like “Jubilee in the Rear View Mirror” and “Opening Hank Williams”) find a wider audience. As we post this, there is still time to catch “No Hope Rope” at the District Theatre, 627 Massachusetts Ave., Indianapolis, today at 2 and 7 p.m., or tomorrow at 4 p.m. (Oct. 14-15). Get tickets at indydistricttheatre.org.

Bard Fest: Easy comedy you’ll ‘Like’

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By Wendy Carson

Bard Fest presents William Shakespeare’s “As You Like It,” hosted by Mud Creek Players.

Since this is a Shakespearean comedy, you know there will be characters in disguise, various twisting plot lines, and much confusion. Strangely, there are no twins; what we do have is one of the easiest storylines of all his comedies.

Director Ron Richards staged this show in the beautifully rustic atmosphere of the Mud Creek Barn. With several actors playing more than one character, his having an upstage curtain open or close to signal the beginning and ending of each scene greatly assists the audience in following the story.

The plot is rather simple: Duke Frederick has usurped his older brother, Duke Senior (both played by Kevin Caraher) and cast him into hiding. Orlando (Sam Smith) has been ousted by his violent older brother, Oliver (Connor Phelan) and seeks safety with the banished Duke in the Forest of Arden. Rosalind (Evangeline Bouw), who fell madly in love with Orlando at first sight, is then – being the daughter of Duke Senior – likewise banished from the kingdom. Her devoted cousin Celia (Dani Gibbs) insists on going with her. Due to the dangers of traveling alone, Rosalind dresses as a man, Ganymede, and Celia becomes “his” poor companion Aliena, accompanied by the faithful fool Touchstone (Ryan Shelton). Paths cross, courtship and confusion abound, all ending, naturally (for Shakespeare), in a mass wedding.

Most of the action takes place in the woods (more pastoral than enchanted). Orlando, pining for Rosalind, posts love poems to trees, or just carves them in the bark when paper isn’t handy. This amuses Ganymede, who offers to coach the young noble in more effective wooing. Gracious Duke Frederick is attended by fellow exiles Amiens (Glenn Dobbs) and melancholy Jacques (Daniel Shock), who delivers the famous “All the world’s a stage” speech. The native herders include Corin (Matthew Socey), full of bawdy innuendo; Silvius (Kay Beischel), a shepherd boy in love; and proud Phoebe (Kelsey Van Voorst), the object of Silvius’s affections who instead has the hots for Ganymede. Some players present other characters, but it is all easy to follow.

For theatre aficionados, note that Richards has set this play up in the style of Commedia dell’arte (a Renaissance style of farce popularized in Italy).  See the cast list on the Bard Fest webpage for the character archetypes.

From top to bottom, this troupe – most with quite a bit of Shakespeare in their CVs – deliver flawlessly. Appropriately, exceptional work is done by Smith, with his earnest easy stage presence, and Bouw, whose energetic style perfectly fits the impulsive Rosalind and her thin disguise. Shelton, wearing motley throughout his roles, is clever enough to amuse no matter what he has on.

You will like “As You Like It,” playing through Sunday, Oct. 15, at 9740 E. 86th St., Indianapolis. See indybardfest.com for info and tickets.

Phoenix hosts grand ‘Grandmothers’ in comedy caper

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By John Lyle Belden

For decades an asset to both the Indy arts and African-American communities, Actors Ink returns to the boards with a focus on “POCA” – People Of a Certain Age.

That mission, giving aspiring actors of any experience level in their 60s or older their time to shine on stage, is reflected in the present production of the comedy “Grandmothers, Incorporated,” by Crystal V. Rhodes and L. Barnett Evans, based on their series of mystery novels, directed by Sandra Gay at the Phoenix Theatre Cultural Center.

Finding a home broken into can be distressing, but what if it’s you in the wrong house? Bea, Connie, Hattie, and Ms. Fannie had planned a “spiritual retreat” to their friend’s cabin in the woods. After a few wrong turns, they arrive at the vacation home to find everything thrown about – a complete mess – and a man tied up in the closet! What’s more, the man turns out to be notorious local drug kingpin Chevron Harris; what’s worse, this might actually be his cabin.

The main mystery for these ladies to solve is how to get out of this without ending up in jail for B&E, or a worse fate at Chevron’s hands, while ensuring the man gets behind bars where he belongs.

The cast puts in a brave effort, putting aside aches, pains and occasional memory glitches to draw laughs and delight from a supportive audience. But you don’t have to be a close friend or relative to thrill at Sharon Maye-Jordan’s sass as Miss Fannie or fall under the spell of smooth-talking Eric Yancy as Chevron, who can suddenly switch from suave to spiteful. Patricia Ann Brookins is Bea, and depending or the performance, Deniece Bailey or Patty Johnson is Hattie, Linda Murray Parks or Pamela E. Yancy is Connie, Betty Meriweather or Georgia Myers is a radio announcer who appears at the end, and Larry David Keogh is an alternative for Chevron. Luther Montgomery is heard as the “Voice of God.”

This partnership with Actors Ink is a credit to the Phoenix Theatre’s continuing commitment to community arts and minority voices. The production is also supported by Witherspoon Presbyterian Church.

Performances of “Grandmothers, Incorporated” are Friday through Sunday, Oct. 13-15, on the main stage at 705 N. Illinois, downtown Indianapolis. Get tickets at phoenixtheatre.org.

Bard Fest takes another look at Trojan War

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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.

BCP presents charming ‘Memoirs’

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By John Lyle Belden

The legendary Neil Simon’s semi-autobiographical “Eugene plays” hearken to a nostalgia for a time that came before our time, yet feels familiar. The comedy “Brighton Beach Memoirs,” now on stage at Buck Creek Players, adds the tensions of Jewish life in the 1930s and the issues of being a teenager in any era.

Eugene Morris Jerome (Dylan Acquaviva), our 14-year-old narrator, obviously didn’t make the Yankees later in life, as he fervently wished, because otherwise he wouldn’t become a writer and we wouldn’t have this story. This is one of many frustrations that he details in this surprisingly dramatic look at two important days in his young life.

The Jerome house, headed by overworked father Jack (Jeremy Tuterow) and ever-worried mother Kate (Barb Weaver) has made room for her widowed sister Blanche (Letitia Clemons) and nieces Laurie (Quincy Carman) and 16-year-old Nora (Brooke Dennis), whose physical development Eugene can’t help but notice. With the girls in one upstairs bedroom, Eugene bunks with his older brother Stanley (Tallon Wynne) in the other.

The family members’ good nature and guarded optimism are their bulwark against the otherwise crushing stresses of their lives – money always short, young people acting impulsive, the spectre of various diseases (one of which claimed Blanche’s husband years ago), and the constant news from Europe in the papers as well as letters from family facing oppression as the Nazis expand their influence. Thus we both laugh and feel their pain, sometimes simultaneously, as only Simon can make us do.

Acquaviva balances his naïve nature with growing maturity to come off as a rather likable scamp. Wynne and Dennis deliver the complexity of putting up brave fronts while never sure if they are doing the right thing. Carman gets to play spoiled without being too bratty. Clemons has Blanche appear to enjoy a comfortable place in the household, yet her simmering guilt at imposing on the Jeromes never lets her fully relax. Weaver gives us a Mom whose love language is constant complaining, while Tuterow makes Jack a lower-middle class Atlas, shouldering the world as best he can with a wry smile on his tired face.

The director is Jim LaMonte, who also designed the nicely functional set with Tuterow. Chris Becker is stage manager. Also appreciated is Adrienne Reiswerg’s help as dramaturg and advisor on details of Jewish life.

A hilarious and heartwarming story, “Brighton Beach Memoirs” runs through Oct. 8 at the Buck Creek Playhouse, 11150 Southeastern Ave., Indianapolis (Acton Road exit off I-74). Get tickets and info at BuckCreekPlayers.com.

IRT gives life to the monster, and the woman who created him

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By Wendy Carson

While all of us are familiar with Mary Shelley’s story, “Frankenstein,” in one way or another, none of us truly know her full intentions in bringing the tale to life. The Indiana Repertory Theatre’s current production of the drama adapted by David Catlin strives to shed light on suppositions scholars have given over the years as to Shelley’s various metaphors and allusions within the text.

The play opens on the fateful night in 1816 when Mary Godwin (not quite Shelley yet, played by Rebecca Marie Hurd), Percy Shelley (Ty Fanning), Lord Byron (Nate Santana), Dr. Polidori (Terry Bell), and Claire Clairmont (Andrea San Miguel) gathered on a stormy night in Switzerland, engaged in a competition of storytelling. While hesitant as first, Percy’s condescension of a mere woman’s abilities causes Mary to join (and ultimately win) their little game.

As she begins to weave her story, the group joins in acting out the narrative. This brings about a more light-hearted feel to the tale but does not detract in the slightest from the horrors held within. It also brings about a glimpse into exactly what was happening in the historical context that influenced some of the prose.

Hurd is sheer perfection as our titular heroine and tale-spinner, showing the depth of the woman behind the monster. She also brings forth the heart-wrenching feelings of love and struggle of Elizabeth, Doctor Frankenstein’s adopted “more than” sister and betrothed.

Fanning brings Percy Shelley’s failed attempts at dominance to life while also reminding us of his vulnerability and desires. He perfectly embodies Victor Frankenstein’s obsessive delusions and selfishness that ultimately lead to his own downfall.

San Miguel avidly encompasses the characters thrown at her (often quite literally) with a gamely attitude while never betraying that she is almost a footnote in the whole event. She channels Frankenstein’s Mother’s love and devotion beautifully.

Bell shows the true gentleman of Polidori, defending Mary’s rights and fighting off the testosterone-laden nay-sayers (again, sometimes literally) who seek to squelch its continuance. His turn as Henry, Frankenstein’s best friend, befits his caring nature. He also plays the ship’s captain who bookends the narrative.

Santana emulates the rakish self-importance with overwhelming charisma that Byron was known for. He also does an amazing job as the Creature, showing us the frustrated loneliness felt by one who suffers in vain to understand why everyone reviles him.

In director Risa Brainin’s notes on the show, she hints at the question that is often asked upon experiencing the story, “Who is the true monster here?” Go to the IRT and decide for yourself.

“Mary Shelley’s ‘Frankenstein’” runs through October 14 on the main stage at 140 W. Washington St., downtown Indianapolis. Get info and tickets at irtlive.com.

Couples collide in Belfry farce

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By John Lyle Belden

Oh, the things we could get away with in the days before cell phones and social media – or at least thought we could get away with.

Belfry Theatre presents “How the Other Half Loves,” the American version of a popular British farce by Alan Ayckbourn. In this play, we are presented with two couples in decaying marriages. In fact, one of the husbands is in an affair with the other’s wife. When pressed for an alibi, the guilty individuals name a boring couple they barely know, who then get entangled in the ensuing mess.

The production is also a study in contrasts. The Fosters, Frank (Tim Long) and Fiona (Susan Hill) are wealthy, while the home of Frank’s employee Bob Phillips (Ronan Marra Sr.) and his wife Terri (Sarah Froehlke) is more modest and cluttered with items from caring for their baby Benjamin (sound effect and bundle in a “portapram”). These homes are presented simultaneously, with both sets of living room furniture present, and the walls sectioned for a lenticular effect. Kudos to director Nicole Amsler and set designer and builder Julia French for the excellent stage, with perfect spacing and visual cues to help pull off the desired effect.

Set in 1972, the story begins on a Thursday morning, after both Bob and Fiona had been out until the wee hours – with each other. To cover, Bob tells Terri he spent the night reassuring William Detweiler (Ken Kingshill) who suspects his wife is having an affair. In turn, Fiona tells Frank she was out reassuring Mary Detweiler (Lisa Warner) who suspects her husband is having an affair.

These stories are soon tested as Frank announces that William is joining Bob’s work team and that the Detweilers are coming over for dinner that night. Meanwhile, Terri arranges for a dinner with the couple on Friday (to “help” and to give the harried homebound mom more adults to talk to). Thus Ayckbourn’s script gets particularly inventive, as the two intimate dinner parties at two locations on two nights are presented simultaneously, involving a couple of rather bewildered Detweilers.

This is going to be one wild weekend.

Long gives us an interesting character in Frank, who comes off as a bit scatterbrained (almost worrisome at times) but eventually picking up on the clues – though not necessarily the right ones. Hill’s Fiona is detached and jaded, yet entertaining in her own acerbic way. Marra’s Bob is a cad – sorta likable, but still an ass – the kind of person who gets away with little, yet more than he should. It helps that Froehlke has amiable but frustrated Terri keep at least a degree of love and grace for him, even when he’s at his worst. Kingshill and Warner present an eccentric introverted couple whose relationship seems to have reddish flags of its own, but are well suited to each other.

The outfits they all wear are appropriate to the period, especially Froehlke’s, which could only be described as “groovy.” Compliments to costumer Sue Kuehnhold. Desiree Black is stage manager.

Constant comic confusion and mild slapstick generate laughs throughout, though seeing this work of a prior generation from the perspective of today’s awareness of disorders and dysfunctional relationships did temper my response. There’s even a brief bit of angry violence. This is very much an artifact of its time, the kind of wacky show you’d see after watching “Laugh-In.” Taken in that context, this time capsule works splendidly.

Performances run through Sunday, Oct. 1, at Arts for Lawrence’s Theater at the Fort, 8920 Otis Ave. For info and tickets visit thebelfrytheatre.com or artsforlawrence.org.

NAATC keeps high standard with run of ‘Detroit ’67’

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By John Lyle Belden

The Naptown African American Theatre Collective (NAATC) is taking its slogan, “We Don’t Follow the Trends, We Are the Trend,” seriously.

Indianapolis’s first Black Equity theatre company, the 501c3 nonprofit organization is dedicated to diverse employment and speaking to the Black experience in all its forms. It also means to make its presence known and felt with excellent productions by great Black talents.

Dominique Morisseau is quickly rising to be a name listed among great playwrights who tell the American story with all its hard truths, names like August Wilson (whose “Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom” is up next for NAATC) or even Tennessee Williams. A strong qualifier for the play that is her “Fences” or “Streetcar” would be “Detroit ‘67” – her second produced play, it roars through the tragic side of American culture on all cylinders, carrying with it an interesting mix of relatable characters who find the American Dream a nightmare, and no good deed unpunished.

NAATC’s recent production of “Detroit ’67,” directed by D’yshe Mansfield at the Phoenix Theatre Cultural Center, was a superb showcase of local talent. Set in a neighborhood where racial tensions and police brutality lead to widespread riots (now nearly forgotten, but at the time serious enough to call out the National Guard), we see everything from the relative safety of a residential basement. It’s the house siblings Chelle (LaKesha Lorene) and Lank (Ennis Adams, Jr.) inherited from their parents, along with a modest bank account. They understand how truly lucky they are to be Black homeowners at all, but money is tight, and to make ends meet the downstairs is a literal underground after-hours “Party” spot, where those who don’t want to risk police encounters at bars and clubs can enjoy some drinks, music, and the company of friends.

Their friend, Sly (Daniel A. Martin) has an inside line on getting him and Lank a legitimate neighborhood bar, but Chelle is afraid of touching their saved cash for fear of losing it all, especially with the White powers that be all to willing to strike down any Blacks who assert themselves, even legally. Ever on hand is Chelle’s best friend Bunny (portrayed by Dena Toler or Kelly Kel, depending on performance), whose flirty, fun style masks her practical sense.

Further complicating things is Caroline (Sara Castillo Dandurand), a mysterious white woman rescued by Lank from being left for dead in the street. Her mere skin tone spells trouble, but nothing like the secrets her true identity holds.

Layered in with the drama is a healthy helping of sitcom-level humor. Lots of laugh lines are exchanged among friends, with genuine affection expressed among them, and Caroline striving to be less of a burden as she heals. Add to this a good number of Motown hits in background or woven into the plot, and it all starts to look like fun, or at least the hope of a happy conclusion.

But suddenly, outside the basement windows, there are shouts, and fires, and armored vehicles, and gunshots. The party’s over.

Lorene is solid as the woman at the eye of this storm, whose façade of strength hides a fear of becoming crushed – financially, emotionally, even physically — like so many others in her city. Adams is excellent as the young man who realizes he is overdue to fully grow up and stop leaning on her older sister (much as she likes it), but still wanting her to be happy. Martin is once again a master of both comedy and drama as the chill guy dealing with cold reality, and ambitions he is eager to share with Chelle by his side. I’m sure Toler was outstanding as usual, however, I saw a performance with Kel as Bunny, and it felt like the role was written for her. Dandurand plays the cypher well, proving to be the kind of person who can’t help but get into trouble – bringing others with her.

Woven in with this look at family, trust, and life’s struggles are the bigger issues that still don’t seem fixed more than 55 years later, making “Detroit ‘67” an appropriate choice for NAATC’s inaugural season, and worthy of looking up wherever it is staged. Once again, this company is upping the quality of Indy’s cultural scene – setting the trend.