Phoenix in its Xmas era

By John Lyle Belden

That Holiday Tradition that’s an alternative to Nutcrackers or Tiny Tim or other Christmassy cliches – except perhaps to mock them – has returned to the Phoenix Theatre Cultural Centre.

“A Very Phoenix Xmas XVII: Sleigh, Queen, Sleigh!” takes the stage with its various funny and nicely naughty short plays. This time these all-original skits all have common creators – written by director Zack Neiditch with songs by Paige Scott. They are brought to life by Suraj Choudhary, Samantha Lewis, Craig Underwood, Cara Wilson, and Christine Zavakos, who also each give a disturbingly charming (or charmingly disturbing) “Christmas memory” in videos by Zach Rosing.

The various pieces are presented in historical order from past to present, starting with a breaking TV news report from Roman Palestine. A more historically accurate approach is taken in a hilarious look at Christmas in Renaissance-era England. As for the Victorian era, Marley’s still dead. In the 20th century, things really get strange. With more recent decades, be sure to “like and subscribe.”

Note this isn’t all-ages. Mature content includes f-bombs and middle fingers, but no outright blasphemy. Think of it as SNL with HBO standards.

The ensemble work very well together, with most of them interacting in nearly every scene. Neiditch’s knack for comedy and Scott’s for a catchy tune give them plenty to work with.

If this kind of humor fits your stocking, you’ll find it very entertaining with familiar themes taken on like nobody else.  

“A Very Phoenix Xmas” runs through Dec. 21 at 705 N. Illinois St., downtown Indianapolis. Get info and tickets at phoenixtheatre.org.

Cryptid ‘Evil Dead’ a big mess – just how we like it

By John Lyle Belden

Why am I even writing this?

Oh, right. They let us in for free. Got thoroughly doused with wet, cold, red, gelatin-fortified fake blood – right in the face, torso, and thoroughly in the crotch – at no charge.

However, if you are reading this, wishing to enjoy the same macabre shower, and you don’t have a ticket to Cryptid Entertainment’s production of “Evil Dead: The Musical,” well, you are pretty much out of luck. Every seat in the IF Theatre’s Basile main stage is covered in gore sold out, every show, except – possibly – the added final performance at midnight on Halloween.

Let me reassure you, though, if you are bothered by wild horror-based humor, R-rated hijinks, nasty words, near-nudity, horny trees, and FUN, then you have (metaphorically) dodged the bullet (and for-real a lot of wet ickiness). Dakota Jones and company can provide you more wholesome entertainment next month.

Since you are likely to miss it, I could frankly write anything here: that Chris Ritchie as Ash truly commits to the role by actually cutting off his hand every night (they sew it back on; these people are professionals!) or that Kylie Schweikarth intensely studied the Mike Rowe “crawlspace” commercials to perfect her lurking in the basement, or that Payton Ullman keeps an exorcist on speed-dial, or that Jess Hackenberg is so method that she took three and a half semesters of the Lost Enochian language to better evoke the Necronomicon, or that Suraj Choudhary managed to memorize the line “stupid b*tch” in Guiness World Record Time (look it up), or even that Tony Schaab’s passionate portrayal of the Moose was so moving the audience could not stay in their seats. And Jonathan Young’s Jake was indeed reliable, we just can’t publicly say at what.

Oh, but you do have a ticket and was just wondering what to expect? If I told you it was awful, would you give up your seats, because I’ve got these friends, and…

All, right, I’ll admit it. It was awesome.

Like “The Rocky Horror Show,” it’s a fully immersive theatre experience – but instead of the audience messing with the actors, the cast and crew mess with you! And it does get messy, reaching well into the seating. Don’t wear anything too delicate. The musical takes on the plots of “Evil Dead” and “Evil Dead 2: Dead by Dawn” with lots of nods to “Army of Darkness,” featuring Ritchie at his most Bruce Campbell-est and the others all camping it up, including songs and a zombie dance number. Unfamiliar with the films? It’s not a hard plot to follow.

And that Moose – give him the Tony!  

Find out more at indyfringe.org or the Cryptid Entertainment page on Facebook.

Little extras make Z&Z ‘Rocky’ an ‘absolute pleasure’

By John Lyle Belden

It’s been a few years since we looked in on the Zach & Zack (“Zachk”) production of “The Rocky Horror Show” (not the movie, the original Richard O’Brien stage play) and “Brad, I’m so glad” I returned for this year’s edition.

If you are reading this, odds are you know the story – a super-campy musical tribute to the spooky “science-fiction double-feature” of decades past. If you don’t… well, “virgins,” this isn’t just a play, it’s an experience. Just roll with the weirdness and shout along when prompted.

That’s one of the cool things about this production: The audience prompts are flashed above the stage. It keeps everyone mostly in unison, though it standardizes the shouts and we are asked not to add more if we know additional lines (I said quite a few, normal-voiced, at my table, surprised by how many I remembered).

Producer Zach Rosing and director Zack Neiditch have assembled an excellent cast of joyous freaks. In charge of this menagerie is the incomparable Tim Hunt as Dr. Frank N. Furter, the “Sweet Transvestite” and our host as “a-hole” square Brad (Suraj Choudhary) and naïve “slut” Janet (Logan Hill) arrive at his castle looking for a phone but instead finding a mad experiment – bringing life (itself!) to the muscular Creature, Rocky (Johnnie Ray Hughes). Overseeing this mayhem are Matt Branic as Riff-Raff, Elizabeth Gee as Magenta, and Matthew Altman as a marvelous trans Columbia (it completely works, especially when the costume malfunctions).

Steven Ryan Crays appears as unfortunate Eddie and returns as the noble Dr. Scott. The funky phantom ensemble are Alexa Abbott, Megan Arrington, Kelvin Burzon, Brittany Michelle Davis, Danny Kingston, and Kendrell Stiff.

Most impressive to me was the interludes with our dramatic Narrator, Craig Kemp. While initially shown on the nearby screen in the expected stuffy study, his performance literally goes all over the place. You never know where he and his faithful videographer will appear next as he expresses in solemn tones the goings-on and how imperiled our (sorta) innocent couple truly are. This aspect of the show adds to an already immersive experience, raising the entertainment value, especially for us jaded “Rocky” veterans.

A Halloween treat for mature audiences with immature tastes, “The Rocky Horror Show” runs through Nov. 2 at the Athenaeum Theatre (due to its historic nature, no bringing “props” allowed), 401 E. Michigan in downtown Indy (corner of Michigan, New Jersey, and Mass Ave). For tickets, go to rockyhorrorindy.com.

Waves of laughter at Cryptid’s ‘Beach Party’

By John Lyle Belden

Let’s take a beachin’ trip back to 1962, as weirdly envisioned in 1987, then done for film in 2000 with actors you may know but the same dude doing the script, for further irreverent treatment by Indy’s Cryptid Entertainment today in “Psycho Beach Party,” directed by Kevin Holladay.

Did you know that Oscar-winning actress Sally Field famously played both beach-chick Gidget and, in a different film, the multiple-personality sufferer Sybil? Not sure why I brought that up…

Anyway, the Off-Broadway hit by Charles Busch sends up the ‘60s Beach films with inspiration from Hitchcock-style horror. Note to the triggered, especially as it is Mental Health Awareness Month, but this also hearkens back to not-that-long-ago when being a total whacko was fair game for comedy. This doesn’t so much mock Dissociative Identity Disorder (which is real, but rare, and caused by deep trauma) so much as the way such conditions were exaggerated for dramatic and comic effect.

In our mythical Malibu, The Great Kanaka (Thomas Sebald) rules the waves, accompanied by college dropout – Psych, of course – Starcat (Suraj Choudhary). Chicklet (Ellie Graves) a girl with small boobs and big dreams, provided she can stay free of her overbearing mother (Andrea Haskett), wants to learn to surf, even if it is a man’s world. Bikini hottie Marvel Ann (Hannah Embree) has her eyes on one of those men, and Chicklet’s bestie Berdine (Ezri Braid-Grizell) has her mind occupied by the great (non-surfing) philosophers. Other surfer dudes are Provoloney (Case Jacobus), Yo-yo (Katie Endres), and Nicky (Kelly Haas).

An incognito movie star, Bettina Barnes (Jessica Hawkins), shows up hoping to get away from the world of schlock films. Meanwhile, Kanaka accidentally discovers that sometimes Chicklet really isn’t herself – and alter ego Ann Bowman (!) kinda turns him on.

Also, there have been bizarre shaving attacks.

Considering that Busch played Chicklet in the original New York production, don’t be surprised that things here get a bit gender-fluid and queer. It just adds to the fun.

The cast all ride the waves of absurdity for all they’re worth. Graves shows entertaining range and talent, so that she could also move on to more dramatic roles (y’know, like Sally Field did). Sebald looks like Indy’s version of Jason Mamoa with all the same fun energy and cool charisma. Choudhary (who was cool with me saying he looks like if Jesus were drawn correctly) charms as well. Embree is cutely committed to her high-class persona. Hawkins has no problem hanging with these characters, taking to being rightly feted like a queen with her court.

What is the secret of Chicklet’s troubled past? Will Provoloney and Yo-Yo admit their feelings? Can I get an invite to the Luau? (The answer to the last one is no, but they did give me a beach ball.)

See the Cryptids without the time restraints of a Fringe show, Thursday through Sunday (two shows on Saturday), May 16-19, at Fonseca Theatre, 2805 W. Michigan St., Indianapolis. Find Cryptid Entertainment on Facebook for info and tickets or try this link.