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CCP: A bitterly arousing ‘American’ story

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By John Lyle Belden

One of the cruelest linguistic tricks of the last 10 years is how the meaning of “woke” has been thoroughly obscured from its use by African Americans notably at least since the start of Black Lives Matter in 2013 and increased to a crescendo with the racial events of 2020.

This loose definition (coming from Black communities rather that formal institutions) is mainly the awareness – gained from living in an environment, or by exposure to that environment – of the hard truths of social, judicial, and political conflict around ethnicity and especially race, particularly the Black experience taking into account over four centuries of American culture. Being or becoming “woke” should not be trivial, as it addresses issues and events that continue to alter and destroy people’s lives. (Any expansion of meaning – to Latinx or LGBTQ, for instance – should be to broaden the tent, not tear it down.)

It is in this brutally honest reckoning that one should consider the characters portrayed in “American Son,” the 2018 drama by Miami attorney and acclaimed playwright Christopher Demos-Brown, presented by Carmel Community Players through Aug. 17, directed by Bradley Allan Lowe.

Though the word is never used in the play, how “woke” are each of the adults we see?

The mother, Kendra (Zarah Shejule), a Black college professor, would certainly think she is. She senses the worst when contacted at 3 a.m. by Miami-Dade Police, only told “there has been an incident” with her 18-year-old son Jamal’s car. Waiting for nearly an hour in the MDPD waiting room where the play is set – while told nearly nothing – doesn’t help.

Young white Officer Larkin (Joshua Matasovsky) comes off as the opposite, though at first trying clumsily to bridge the gap. At first he plays the know-nothing rookie, stalling for time until the AM Public Affairs Officer arrives. When Jamal’s father, Scott (Earl Campbell), a white FBI agent, enters, Larkin sees the badge and divulges far more information – to him, mistakenly believing he is the officer they are waiting on.

In Kendra and Scott’s conversation, ranging from scathing to bittersweet due to the circumstances of their separation, we learn that Jamal was raised with all the best conditions their parents’ social and monetary privileges could arrange, including an exclusive prep school and an upcoming place at West Point military academy. However, in recent weeks he has questioned his own sense of identity, leading to his angrily venturing out alone the evening before in the nearly-new car given to him by his father.

Social media enters the fray in a bystander video Scott receives of that vehicle with three young black men in a police stop.

Frustrated tempers reach their fever pitch during the arrival of PAO Lt. Stokes (Brian G. Ball). Bringing calm at this point is nearly impossible – Stokes being Black leads to a certain slur that you know will eventually be said – but information is divulged, piece by piece, none of it getting any better.

The factors of this incident get ever more complex – how a Black child is raised; a provocative bumper sticker; privilege and its lack; someone (not Jamal) with an outstanding warrant; marijuana (still illegal in this time and place); involvement of the Gang Intelligence Unit (just referred to casually as “GIU” by the officers); when Black wears “Blue;” the disturbing sounds on the video.

Solid, deeply felt performances by all four cast members never let us off the hook. Lowe provides not only directorial guidance but also designs both sound and an uncomfortably accurate set. This being a single 90-minute act aids the necessary tension.

Also, in this drama the road to hell is paved not with intentions but assumptions made by everyone involved, both within this room and in “the incident” that brought us here. These portrayals will (and should) inspire a lot of conversations after the show and for some time onward. The story is fiction, however the background of the playwright, as well as what we’ve all seen in the news, indicate it is based on the true experiences of many who have had long sleepless nights.

As we awaken each day to a nation where, in practice, skin tone becomes “probable cause” for law enforcement, “American Son” retains its importance as a mirror to our attitudes and public policies. Performances are Thursday through Sunday, Aug. 14-17, at The Switch Theatre, Ji-Eun Lee Music Academy, 10029 E. 126th St., Fishers. Get info and tickets at carmelplayers.org.

They-dunit! Indy Drag gets a ‘Clue’

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By John Lyle Belden

“Lip-synch for your life” takes on fresh meaning as Indy Drag Theatre brings us the camp cult classic featuring Tim Curry (no, not that one!) – “Clue” – the whodunit film that cast big Hollywood stars to make up for the fact that it’s based on a board game.

Director Vera Vanderwoude St. Clair* admitted being concerned at first in staging IDT’s first non-musical. But the cast and crew of this production slay! An ingenious set design by Miss Kay-Ottic lets us into all the various rooms from the game board and movie. Makeup design by Ciara Myst gives everyone a unified Agatha-Christie-nightmare look befitting both the drag mystique and gothic atmosphere. The killer costumes are by Anthony Sirk, with wigs by Hair By Blair. Choreography is by April Rosè.

Like all IDT parodies, the source material – mainly the 1985 film by Jonathan Lynn and John Landis – provides the audio and sound effects, with some surprise samples from other media thrown in for fun. The voices may sound familiar, like Martin Mull’s bluster or Madeline Kahn’s famously improvised “flames” monologue, but they take on new life neatly mimed by Indy-area performers.

Joe Wagner makes a brilliant IDT debut as Wadsworth, making the surly and sassy butler his own. The frantic “reenactments” toward the end(s) are hilariously fascinating. Fresh off her successful tour of different parts of Indianapolis, Madison Avenue charms as the maid, Yvette. Natalie Port-Ma’am is saucy as the Cook.

Our guests/suspects are Maria Fruit as Miss Scarlet, Brentlee Bich as Mrs. Peacock, St. Pussifer as Mrs. White, Maurice Mantini as Colonel Mustard, Freddie Fatale as Professor Plum, and Johnee Crash as Mr. Green – allegedly the only homosexual on the stage (go figure!). Finally, Dottie B. Minerva drops in and drops dead as Mr. Boddy.  We also encounter a mysterious motorist (Gayle Thyme), cop (Calyko Magick-Waffle), and singing telegram (Nicole Sherlock). And watch out for the aggressive “dog.”

The show follows the movie (a bizarre mystery set in the 1950s), of course, but there are plenty of over-the-top antics to enhance the lines you might know by heart. And yes, we do get all three solutions.

Performances of “Clue: A Drag Parody” are Thursday through Sunday, Aug. 7-10, at the District Theatre, 627 Massachusetts Ave., Indianapolis. Info and tickets at indydragtheatre.org.

*(Note: Out of respect for the art form and its performers, they are identified by their Drag names as given in the show program.)

‘Rabbit Hole’ a careful exploration of painful subject

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By John Lyle Belden

Eclipse Productions of Bloomington* presents the Pulitzer-winning drama, “Rabbit Hole,” by David Lindsay-Abare, which is a challenge to watch – not because it’s done badly, but because it is done so well.

Real-world married couple Kate Weber and Jeremy J. Weber play Becca and Howie Corbett, in whose suburban New York home the play is set. Months earlier, their four-year-old son Danny was struck and killed by a car when the boy chased his dog into the street. Becca is still dealing not only with the pain of grief but also with the constant presence of Danny’s clothes and possessions. Howie maintains a strong front, but privately watches VCR tapes from Danny’s last months before the accident, and sees even taking clothes to Goodwill as “erasing” their son. The couple had gone to a support group for parents who lost children, but Becca found their sentiments infuriating, so Howie goes alone.

We also meet Izzy (Trick Blanchfield), Becca’s sister whose irresponsible lifestyle is changing thanks to a surprise pregnancy by her musician boyfriend. Nat (Beth Fort), mother of the two women, is also present, cocktail in hand. Her attempts at comfort and relating to loss bring up her own unresolved pain over son Arthur, Becca and Izzy’s older brother, who died of suicide.

In addition, there is Jason Willett (Sam Durnil), the teenager who was at the wheel of the vehicle that hit Danny, dealing with his own feelings of responsibility.

The five visible characters are surrounded by an orbit of others whose presence are felt, including Arthur; Izzy’s boyfriend and his now-ex (an encounter with whom Izzy relates in the first scene); the ever-barking dog; and the long-time friends with children who haven’t called since the funeral.

The star at the center, of course, is Danny. Every conversation carries the weight of his absence. As Howie watches the tape, family moments are heard and seen in a projection that bathes the set with the happy boy’s presence.

Flashes of humor help make the moments of raw emotion bearable and relatable. Each person has their well-intentioned mis-steps on their way forward through the weeks that follow.

The Webers’ natural chemistry helps inform the longing between their characters struggling with potential estrangement. Each presents a soul nearing the breaking point; she as she cries out, he as he holds everything in. Blanchfield, ever reliable in a free-spirit role, transmutes smoothly as she becomes the voice of reason. Fort stirs our sympathies with her complex character, dealing with the loss of both son and grandson as best she can. Durnil handles well a teen given a burden way beyond his maturity to shoulder. Still, Jason’s brave naïve gesture becomes an unlikely turning point.

The play is directed by Konnor Graber, whose approach draws us in with compelling performances, the projected video, and the use of songs during low-light scene transitions that reflect the mood and plot. Lighting is by Allie Mattox, sound by Joshua Lane, set design by technical director Shayna Survil, with Alec Guerra as stage manager.

This drama is worth the effort to see as it eases us through this couple’s process, engaging us with a reminder that life can and must continue, even as those who departed linger in spirit.

Performances are Friday through Sunday, Aug. 8-10 at The Constellation Playhouse, 107 W. 9th St., Bloomington. For tickets and info, see eclipseproductionscompany.com.

*(No relation to the “Eclipse” Indy young artist program.)  

Indy Shakes’ ‘Errors’ succeeds

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By John Lyle Belden

If one is to genuinely have fun with a work by William Shakespeare, it’s hard to go wrong with “The Comedy of Errors.”

This early work by the Bard is chock full of the kind of confusions that are universal hallmarks of comedy to this day. Therefore – and “wherefore” – Indy Shakes adapted it for their summer outdoor production at Taggart Memorial Amphitheatre in Riverside Park, directed by Rob and Jen Johansen, serious actors who are no strangers to getting goofy on stage.

Taking it perhaps a step further than even crowd-pleaser Shakespeare (who was known to hire clowns), the play also includes members of (and “games” by) Act a Foo Improv Crew, featuring Daniel A. Martin.

The setting is Daytona Beach in 1984. Because reasons to start the plot, interlopers from Venice Beach are not allowed on pain of death. Caught by the police (Martin), Egeon, Merchant of Venice (Zack Neiditch), must either give up 1,000 coins or his head. In a bid for mercy, he tells the ruling Duke (Joshua Owens) his story:

He and his wife had identical twin boys, meanwhile an impoverished woman had such twins of her own, which they took on as companions and servants to their own sons. Later, during a sea voyage, a Tempest split the boat, leaving each parent alone with one each of the pairs of boys. In the process of his long search for his wife, Egeon lost track of his son Antipholous (Andrew Martin) and servant Dromio (Hannah Boswell) in Boca Raton, and thought they may be in Daytona. 

You see where this is going. Conveniently also in Daytona Beach are an Antipholus (Carlos Medina Maldonado) and manservant Dromio (Kelsey VanVoorst). Our young master has a household complete with wife Adriana (Alicia Sims), her sister Luciana (Kelli Thomas), and kitchen maid Luce (Cynthia Collins), who is sweet on Daytona’s Dromio. And remember, thanks to the magic of wearing the same outfit (just go with it), the Antipholuses and Dromios look exactly alike.

It doesn’t take long for this play to live up to its title, with hilarious criss-cross encounters between characters and intrigues that involve others including Ennis Adams as an impatient merchant and Scot Greenwell as Angelo the goldsmith. The gags also take advantage of improvised moments, 80’s and Florida references, and Shakespearean in-jokes like crying “Wherefore art thou, Dromio?!”

Finally, after a botched exorcism and Scooby-Doo-esque chase scenes, sanity is restored by order of the Duke with the aid of a local Abbess (Lynne Perkins).

While this comedy does involve a fairly simple plot for Shakespeare (fine by me, to be honest), I couldn’t help but notice a greater emphasis in the poetic dialogue, of its rhythm and rhyme. Indy Shakes artistic director Ryan Artzberger says this is indicative of Shakespeare exploring the use of verse in his early works, employing rhyming couplets to deliver the punchlines – alongside his famous puns and inuendo.

Performances are first-rate throughout the cast. Martin makes a major contribution with his minor role. I’ve seen Maldonado excel wherever he’s cast – from serious stuff to kids’ shows – and he naturally knocks it out of the park here. Edges of drama here and there, such as Greenwell’s nervousness with Angelo on the hook for a lot of money (a gold chain being on the neck of the wrong Antipholus) or Sims and Thomas as sisters feeling they are being played for fools, enhance the comic stakes for greater hilarity. Boswell and VanVoorst thrive in the absurdity.

Pardon my burying the lead here, but admission to this outdoor spectacle is free! Indy Shakes does need patrons to register their tickets for their headcount, and for a price, VIP tables are available. Remaining performances are Thursday through Saturday evenings, July 31-Aug. 2. For information and to register, visit indyshakes.com.

Strange and silly spycraft in MCP ‘Best Laid Plans’

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By John Lyle Belden

It can be frustrating, while relaxing in Jamaica working on your next book, when the plots of your spy novels start coming true.

This is the essence of the espionage-themed farce “The Best Laid Plans” by Fred Carmichael, presented by Mud Creek Players, directed by Collin Moore.

Ada Westbrook (Molly Kraus) had tired of writing children’s books and, realizing that spy stories were like fairy tales with guns and sex, drew from her late husband’s work with the U.S. State Department to become “America’s Ian Fleming,” with titles such as “The Seductive Spy.” Her editor and personal assistant Francis Daniels (Lexi Gray) is just glad to no longer proofread stories about silly animals, looking forward to her working vacation with Ada in their beachside island home.

A rather nosy neighbor, Phoebe (Rosemary Meagher) appears, claiming to know one of Ada’s friends, gaining an invitation to come over later for cocktails. Also invited is one of Ada’s husband’s former colleagues Hubert (Ronan Marra), whose son Guy (Matthew Ball) is dating her granddaughter Gail (Lane Fiorini) – they are on their way as well.

Meanwhile, a rather pushy man (Kevin Smith) comes in claiming to work for The Government, saying due to her State Department ties, Ada has been chosen as an intermediary to receive The Plans in an exchange that prevents Them from stealing these threats to national security. She is only given the Swiss bank book to be exchanged, as well as a flowery password exchange, before this Mr. Dike (pronounced “deek”) slips out to his boat, which promptly blows up.

From here, things get complicated, strange – and hilarious.

A very eager Russian-sounding agent, Goralsky (Lark Green), arrives with the right password but apparently dies before completing the exchange.

Then, Phoebe and her husband Vincent (Rob Kent) arrive and – you remember that TV show “The Americans”? These two didn’t do as well in Russian infiltrator school. Also, there’s another agent, Michael (Connor Phelan), who is apparently quickly dispatched.

And Hubert keeps talking to his shoe.

On top of this, Gail and Guy make their own macabre discovery, and deal with it as best they can (badly).

From all this we get constantly-moving bodies that often won’t stay dead, secret identities, repeated failure to find the titular Plans, clever Ada being underestimated, and Francis just needing another drink. For stage buffs, with the use of a window-seat as a hiding place, there are even a couple of references to “Arsenic and Old Lace.”

Kraus thrives playing Ada as the center of attention, while Gray is so cool as the PA who has nearly seen it all, I wondered if Lexi was the secret spymaster. Fiorini and Ball work Gail and Guy’s misunderstandings of the plot into the mix for maximum effect. The others are a nifty mash-up of 007, Get Smart, and Boris & Natasha archetypes working well in this variant of the “slamming door” farce.

For funny with a bit of firepower – and cleverly hidden secrets – “The Best Laid Plans” plays tonight and Sunday (as this posts), July 26-27, as well as July 31-Aug. 2 at the Mud Creek Barn, 9740 E. 86th St., Indianapolis. Get tickets at mudcreekplayers.org.

War ends but struggle continues for returning soldier

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By John Lyle Belden

Center Stage Community Theatre of Lebanon, Ind., boldly presents the world premiere of the drama “Tail End Charlie,” by Joey Banks, directed by Matt Spurlock. This intense look at family dysfunction, mental health, and the hidden wounds of war might be considered daring for a small-town stage – yet apropos as it goes to the heart of the heartland with its setting in a fictional Lebanon-sized town (near Chicago), centered on a young man coming home from World War II.

But first, we see the soldier’s father (Tom Smith), his grasp on reality slipping, declaring both his sons are dead – Robert (Grant Craig), an Army Airman reported shot down over Normandy on D-Day; and elder son George (Davd A. Shaul), who lives but he chooses to see as a “ghost,” hated for costly alcohol and gambling addictions. Yet it is he, the old man, who will have passed away when our story gets under way the next summer, in 1945 with the War in Europe just ended.

Robert, who survived as a prisoner of war, gets home a little early, surprising his wife Dorothy (Sabrina Duprey) as she prepares the homecoming celebration. She is grateful to see him in the flesh, especially after the ordeal of being told he had perished the year before. George arrives with a cheerful greeting, but bad news: their father’s business, Dobson Manufacturing, which Robert would inherit and George managed in his stead, is in danger of being overwhelmed by big-city competitors. Remembering how his brother used to be, Robert rails at him for apparent incompetence until he sees the books himself – and the buy-out bids that would land them on their financial feet, as well as give a severance to the employees facing unemployment regardless.

As Robert mulls the difficult choices regarding his legacy, keeping at bay growing suspicions and unsettled memories, a slick character straight from a gangster flick (Matt McKee) walks in. The man says he’s Frank, a “friend” of George’s, who still owes him money.

Did George lie about giving up gambling? Or is Frank even real? The elder Dobson suffered from hallucinations, even calling one of them Frank, as his mental and physical health deteriorated. Is it just Robert’s overstressed mind, or is there something increasingly wrong with how his wife is behaving? Visits from Dr. Ross (Chris Taylor) offer little insight, though Robert feels confident enough while alone with him to relate haunting details from his crash and capture by the Germans.

Suspense and suspicion build to a tragic end, leaving us much to consider about the fragility of the mind, especially when forced to choose when there is no good choice. The play’s title refers to the vulnerable position of Robert’s aircraft, flying at the rear of the formation. In a way, his fortunes never get better.

Smith lends calm gravitas to the Dobson patriarch, even in a mental fog, delivering a scene that sets the play’s tone with a character whose lingering effect haunts both his sons. Shaul plays George in a way that deftly keeps us guessing – is this a redemption arc, or is he an exceptional liar? Duprey gives us a heartbreaking portrayal of “Dee,” a good-natured woman worn down by the stresses of the homefront, nearly broken with the news of the previous summer, and still struggling to do more than deal with other people’s circumstances.

Craig does well in giving us in Robert the soldier whose demeanor is not quite off the battlefield – survival reflexes now manifest in hair-trigger moods and snap reactions, compounded by the possibility of a sort of family curse, and the mental baggage he doesn’t dare unpack. Then there’s Frank, a merciless provocateur with the insight of a nagging conscience, which McKee plays with relish.

Language gets intense, though mostly PG-13; there is some impressively choreographed fighting; and we are alerted there will be a gunshot – the circumstances I’ll leave you to discover.

“Tail End Charlie” has two more weekends, July 25-27 and Aug. 1-3, at 604 Powell St. in Lebanon. Get tickets at centerstagecommunitytheatre.org.

‘HI!’ – ‘Puffs’ a hero’s story for the rest of us

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By John Lyle Belden

The difficulty in writing about the hilarious parody, “Puffs, or Seven Increasingly Eventful Years at a Certain School of Magic and Magic,” is that in the years since the original books and movies of the subject franchise were made and initially enjoyed, its creator has turned out to be much like the villains in her stories.

Still, this Off-Broadway hit by Matt Cox, presented as the summer youth production of Main Street Productions in Westfield, in a way responds to the sense of betrayal by She-Who-Will-Not-Be-Named by giving the narrative to those who don’t feel particularly “Brave,” or “Smart,” or in a privileged elite (like “Snakes”). This one’s for the “Puffs” everywhere, in the spirit, as director Amber K. Roth puts it, of “true friendship.”

Our intrepid Narrator (Carolyn Noneman) informs us up front that this takes place in a certain school of magic in Great Britian in the 1990s, when a certain 11-year-old spent seven years getting into all kinds of adventures, including a literal war. This is NOT about him, despite the fact he keeps showing up.

In rural New Mexico, 11-year-old Wayne Hopkins (Teddy Epstein) also discovers that he is a wizard – also that wizards exist, he’s really British, and owls can deliver mail. He makes his way to the school, where a talking hat chooses to which House each student will belong. While others famously join the “Braves,” Wayne finds himself in the “Puffs,” which is apparently the opposite. His housemates include Oliver Rivers (Spencer Rees Bland), a boy from a non-magical family in Indiana who is gifted in mathematics (for what good that does him here); and Megan Jones (MJ Elliott) a goth loner whose mother (Annalisa Schuth) is in the prison for “Sirius” criminals because she follows the Dark Lord.

Other Puffs include goofy Leanne (Morgan Rusbasan) who thinks that being a wizard at all is cool, and just wants to have a silly slumber party; Ernie Mac (Liam Thompson), succeeding to some degree at trying to be cool; Hannah Abbott (Eve Carson), who maintains high spirits despite the frequent bullying; J. Finch Fletchly (Layne Thompson), whose charisma combines the slacker and class clown archetypes so well, he even enjoys being a possible figment of others’ imagination; nervous Susie Bones (Greta Shambarger), whose family may be cursed; Sally Perks (Nora Gapinski-Coon), who finds she is more attractive without her glasses, making her confident but nearly blind; and Cedric (Carter Dean Kinnett, the one Puff that readers of the books all know about.

The scar-faced kid with weird luck who talks to snakes (name starts with H) is played by Moon Siebe. All other characters are portrayed by Preston M. Blair, Mackey Brose, Lucy Cooper, Lousia Dobson, Jack Elicker, Keighan Johnson, Jack Levine, Calvin Noneman, Dhruvi Shah, Ella M. Steffans, and a mop.

In under two hours (including intermission) we roll through seven years, each more dangerous – with a thicker book – than the one before. The more familiar you are with the franchise, the funnier the jokes and sharper the jabs are. And that really bad thing that happens at the climax of Book 4? It still happens.

Still, this is more than a good-natured mocking of a popular set of stories. It sticks to the point of view of the people trying to live their own epic while finding themselves in support of someone else’s. Those kids in the yellow and black school uniforms mattered, too, and any win can feel good, even if it means climbing from fourth place (of four) to third.

This is reflected in the exuberant performances of our talented cast. While Epstein, Bland, and Elliott are solid as the main trio (a counterpoint to the novels’ threesome), Rusbasan and Thompson are naturals at physical comedy – earning as much as stealing their scenes. Kinnett shines, appropriately, with all the suaveness his housemates lack, as well as cooly presenting a much darker side in Act II. Schuth is fun to watch as she demonstrates that you can take the girl out of the Puffs, but not the Puff from the girl. In addition, we give a shout-out to the ensemble member who played Bippy, the odd elf-like character the Puffs really should have noticed earlier, given their dorm’s proximity to the kitchen.

Carolyn Noneman is an excellent host, engaging the audience as she guides us through the story, taking all its absurdities in stride.

Roth is assisted by Melina J. DeGolyer, with student director and dramaturge Anna Pfeiffer. Stage manager is Samantha Kelly, assisted by students Julia Brammer and Corwyn Barrows. Stage crew are William Gapinski-Coon, Jackson Brammer and Sullivan Hill – hopefully among these I mention are the excellent “shadows” helping make the magic happen.

The spell lasts for one more weekend. See “Puffs” Thursday through Sunday, July 24-27, at the Basile Westfield Playhouse, 220 N. Union St.; get tickets at westfieldplayhouse.org.

New ensemble makes a splash with true tale

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By John Lyle Belden

An incredible amount of local talent coalesced within the Phoenix Theatre Cultural Centre to present the first production of JoJoTomBilBen Theatricals, “The Magnificent Fall: Folding Napkins, Selecting Forks, and Other Death-Defying Feats,” based on the true story of Annie Edson Taylor, the first person to ride a barrel over Niagara Falls and survive.

Jolene Mentink Moffatt portrays Annie, joined on stage by John M. Goodson and Ben Asaykwee in various roles – these are the “Jo,” “Jo,” and “Ben” of the company. The play is directed by Bill Simmons (the “Bil”) and was written by Tom Horan (the “Tom,” of course), employing his style that examines history and legend with quirky humor and our tricky relationship with memory.

Goodson primarily portrays Annie’s talkative housecat, our principal narrator. Asaykwee’s roles include Mr. Carmichael, who makes the barrel, and Frank Russell, the carnival promoter who later makes off with it. Initially, his default mode is as the star pupil of Mrs. Taylor, who we meet as a teacher of Manners in a Bay City, Mich., school in 1900. This is one of many jobs and locales in this woman’s life (being a bit older than she’ll ever admit to), and she resolves to take her plunge into history at the Falls near Buffalo, N.Y., on her birthday in October 1901.

In fact, we are all Annie’s students, as there is a degree of audience participation.

Overall, this is a fascinating and entertaining examination of the process of achieving this “brash and irrational act” as well as what happens afterward, complete with whimsical elements – such as dueling mustaches – while relating the efforts of those who did not do so well at the Falls. The wild humor rolls with a serious undercurrent, the question of why this aging widow went through her daredevil phase. In this, perhaps the play’s title refers to more than just Niagara’s plummeting waters.

Moffatt’s charming portrayal is of an American woman of the turn of the (20th) century, seeing and seizing opportunity with a confidence that exaggerates her courage as it dashes ahead, like an object in roaring rapids, too fast for second thoughts to catch up. Goodson is appropriately catty, even when taking on a human role, and we even see his feline’s essential true role in the Niagara stunt. Asaykwee shines in his own way – not too brightly, though, with his knack for not stealing a scene in another’s story but always slyly enhancing it. Simmons’ subtle yet effective direction gives the narrative a genuine feel, and he says in his program note that there was collaboration with the actors, Horan, stage manager Erin Robson-Smith, and crew throughout to shape the final presentation. The show also features props and fine puppets by Emily Solt McGee.

For this and one more weekend, through July 20, you can see the “Queen of the Mist” and her various methods of folding napkins (and other feats) in “The Magnificent Fall” on the Basile Stage of the Phoenix Theatre Cultural Centre, 705 N. Illinois St., Indianapolis. Get tickets at phoenixtheatre.org.

CrazyLake presents wacky western whodunit

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By John Lyle Belden

Our goofy Greenfield friends at CrazyLake Acting Company tackle the multi-genre mess of “Murder at the O.K. Corral” by Blair Graeme, who was apparently inspired to simultaneously write a farce, a Western, a tribute to television’s golden era, and a mystery that honestly keeps you guessing throughout.

Set in those mid-20th-century years when all three of your TV channels featured legendary cowboys, gunslingers, and lawmen in white hats, we are on the remote desert location of “Days of the O.K. Corral.” Famed German director Hermet Von Kibbel (Jesse Vetters) has been hired to apply his eccentric style to Episode 57: “Curse of the Rattler.”

The show stars Hoyt Hite (Luke Agee) as Marshal Bat Bannister, with Stoop Nasley (Corey Yeaman) as his sidekick Ordinary Jones, Arlene Saknusen (Taylor Shelton) as schoolmarm Miss Fripp, Betty Bannon (Alex Paddock) as saloon girl Miss Pretty, and Fred (Matt Little) as Fred, the bartender. This episode features Leslie Syntax (Chris Vehorn) as gun-toting Wild Belle Oakley; Sheila Voo (Katherine Novick) as Gloria, daughter of the Rattler’s first victim; and Duncan Cadwallader (Trever Brown) as Chief Adobe, a stereotypical (typical in context) Indian.

Von Kibbel’s wild ways are frustrating for the cast and practically abusive to his assistant and script boy Wendell Alapeno (Peyton Rader). For camera man Bosco Laine, (Ethan Stearns), it’s just another job. It quickly becomes apparent that Hoyt was hired for his dashing good looks – and that’s about it. While he comically breaks character, and what few lines he remembers aren’t always his, the other actors are not exactly A-list either. Between takes, we get in their own accents their regrets in being stuck on a sweaty soundstage rather than on Broadway – or practically anywhere else.

Things go from bad to weird when the Rattler, a vengeful Native spirit, emerges from their story to actually kill someone. Who really did it? And who could be next? While each person has their suspicions and (like everyone in showbiz) secrets, Duncan – very aware how offensive his Adobe character is – frets that he’s obviously next to die.

I won’t say here who the victim(s) is/are, because not everyone stays “dead,” which further complicates the plot. Revelations of other names (which might belong to anyone here) add to the mystery. For instance, the actors all have the same agent, the mysterious Cookie LaJar, whom none have actually met.

The play is directed by Alex Agee and Christine Schefer, answering the question of what if Agatha Christie wrote a Carol Burnett skit on the set of “Gunsmoke.” The set here, with some clever features, was designed by Dan Riddle. Andy Sparks is stage manager.

Vetters shows his talent for an unapologetically over-the-top character in Von Kibbel, while Luke Agee gives us a likeable doofus as Hoyt. Rader looks a bit like a young Weird Al, complete with manic personality, as Wendell. Novick plays a character suspiciously in flux, from girlish to sneaky, while Shelton’s Arlene has quirks of her own – including aspiring to be in a musical, and frequently flirting with Fred. Performances all around are noteworthy, as everyone eagerly contributes to the mayhem, bringing on big laughs and head-scratching twists.

To visit the Old West, go east: “Murder at the O.K. Corral” opens Friday, running July 11-12 and 18-20 at the H.J. Ricks Centre for the Arts, 122 W. Main St. (US 40), Greenfield. Get tickets at crazylakeacting.com or Hometown Comics in Greenfield.

Summit shows the ‘Different’ could be any of us

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By John Lyle Belden and Wendy Carson

Summit Performance Indianapolis does more than produce great plays. As a community outreach, it presents “This is Different,” an original one-act play, followed by open panel discussion, on living with and looking past the stigma of substance use disorder (SUD).

Quoting Summit: “It is the ninth Community Conversation One-Act produced by Summit and developed in collaboration with Dr. Sally Wasmuth… at the IU Indianapolis School of Health and Human Services… created from local interviews, conducted by Dr. Wasmuth.”

One performance remains, 7 p.m. tonight (June 28) on the main stage of the Phoenix Theatre Cultural Centre, 705 N. Illinois St., downtown Indianapolis. As the production is made possible in part by the City of Indianapolis and the Opioid Settlement Funds through the Indy Arts Council, all tickets are free, but reservations are needed at phoenixtheatre.org.

Told mainly through compelling monologues, the first-person stories collected by Wasmuth were crafted by playwrights Lauren Briggeman, the director and a Summit founder with long experience in drama; and Kelsey Johnson Lyons, who approached the script from her experience as a poet. Briggemen noted that choreographer Mariel Greenlee, formerly a company member with Dance Kaleidoscope, took the initiative in recommending movement used to underscore the performances. Simple yet effective lighting and sound are by Laura Glover and Olivia Lawson; Nico Meisner is stage manager.

The spirit of collaboration is reflected by the cast, each a major local talent: Tracy Herring, Miki Mathioudadkis, Morgan Morton, and Tracy Nakagozi. The source, script, and earnest delivery combine to thoroughly humanize the addicts in recovery that they represent. While additiction is expensive and devastating, they warn, most of all it is “sneaky.” It’s a party – until it’s not. Without excuses or complaint, the women who speak through these four relate their circumstances, their losses, what they salvage, and the human desire to belong, whether among others or just alone in your own yellow house.

You likely know or may even have been someone like these anonymous real souls. Especially if you don’t, it is imperative to understand them. The discussion after the one-hour performance gives plenty of room for exploring what this means to you, and all of us.

The title, “This is Different,” turns out to have a double meaning. It is what that voice within says when it dawns that instead of using a substance, the roles are reversed; then it’s the realization when after all your attempts to get “clean,” you finally see real recovery.

Big thanks to Dove Recovery House for its participation in this production, and to the continued community work of Summit Performance Indianapolis.