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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.

IRT’s ‘Carol’ familiar and fresh

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By John Lyle Belden

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

IRT presents ‘Folks’ in a comic situation

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By John Lyle Belden

The situation comedy, a/k/a sitcom, is primarily an American invention, and in its many settings often reflects an aspect of the American Dream. But put something that could be made into a TV pilot on a stage with no cameras – just the live audience – and you find that the difference between a “Full House” and “A Raisin in the Sun” becomes little more than the laugh track.

This is the genre-testing approach of R. Eric Thomas’s “The Folks at Home,” in its second-ever production, presented by Indiana Repertory Theatre (its premiere was in Baltimore, where the story is set).

Young married couple Brandon and Roger (Garrett Young and Keith Illidge) are hitting what could be a rough patch. The big house they bought is changing from a wise investment to a burden as Roger has trouble finding a job; still, Brandon has things budgeted so they can stay until they sell the house – which Roger privately doesn’t want to do. Also, the ghost put the mail in the refrigerator again.

While Brandon’s at work, Roger’s parents Pamela and Vernon (Oliva D. Dawson and Sean Blake) arrive, informing him that their house is in foreclosure, and they are going to have to move in. Later, Brandon’s says-whatever’s-in-her-head mother Maureen (Tracy Michelle Arnold) shows up, stating that since she’s between jobs and living situations, her son said she could move in. Then the “maid” Alice (Claire Wilcher) abruptly arrives to clean off the dust and bad vibes.

As they say in the biz, hilarity ensues.

It’s interesting to guess all the possible classic sitcom influences jammed into this play – “Odd Couple,” “All in the Family,” “Jeffersons,” “Roseanne/Conners,” “Ghosts,” “Modern Family,” you name it – but that would be a disservice to Thomas and director Reggie D. White. In this homage to problems that work out in half an hour of wholesome humor, we see what happens when the issues don’t stop when the theme song kicks back in. Just as many teleplays are based on lived experiences in family homes, this fictional family sees things getting real between the quippy one-liners and odd misunderstandings.

Even with the ever-lurking drama, there are some belly-laugh comic moments, including the always-awkward “family meeting,” and the arrival in Act 2 of Wilcher as Brandon’s very pregnant sister Brittany, eager to dispense her “crock-pot” wisdom. The cast give us unique characters that still suggest archetypes – Maureen a bit Archie Bunker, Vernon a bit George Jefferson, Brandon and Roger like pals of Will and Grace – which like those personae keep them relatable to folks we know or people we’ve been. Given more than a half-hour for the plot to play out, it’s like binging a short season’s arc (complete with Intermission for a break) to see how all the storylines resolve. Funny, uplifting, and NOT available on Netflix or any other streaming service. Catch “The Folks at Home” at the IRT, 140 W. Washington St., Indianapolis, through March 16. Get tickets and information at irtlive.com.