By John Lyle Belden
(Note: Out of respect for the art form and its performers, they are identified by their Drag names as given in the show program.)
As we find today’s politicians embracing Victorian-style social mores, Indy Drag Theatre takes its own swipe at the 19th century with its Parody Musical production of “Sweeney Todd,” the penny dreadful-inspired Tony winner by Stephen Sondheim (book by Hugh Wheeler).
As in past Drag Parodies, this company employs appropriate yet over-the-top looks and attitude, while lip-synching to a blended audio track of Broadway and Hollywood (the 2007 Tim Burton film).
In wonderful form are performers Beelzebabe as the titular Demon Barber of Fleet Street; Heather Bea as Mrs. Lovett whose “worst pies in London” suddenly get a lot better; Madison Avenue as aptly melodramatic lost daughter Johanna; Johnee Crash as conniving enforcer Beadle Bamford; Natalie Port-Ma’am as faux-Italian huckster Adolfo Pirelli; Senator Gale Lagations as Tobias Ragg, the boy true to whoever feeds him; and Ilana a la Mode as the mad Beggar Woman. Also featured are Kelsey McDaniel as self-righteous and evil Judge Turpin and Parker Taylor (who could actually sing his parts and was even in a regular production of this musical) as noble lovestruck hero Anthony Hope. The ensemble includes Samoria Mie (who is also the Bird Seller), Abbey Lay, Freddie Fatale, Alicia Brooke, and Kristen N. Peterson (who also cameos as bedlam-keeper Jonas Fogg).
The plot is unchanged: Todd returns to London with a hunger for revenge, and in the process sets up his deadly barber shop to practice with his ultra-sharp razors until the he gets the Judge in his chair. Those dispatched in the process provide the necessary ingredient for partner Lovett’s pies. Meanwhile, Anthony has found Todd’s daughter Johanna locked away (by the Judge, of course) and conspires to free her. There’s also a lot of singing, you get the gist.
While this tale of “man devouring man” has always been served up with a dollop of social commentary, it’s never been done quite like this. Under the direction of Max McCreary, assisted by Kalinda, one point emphasized is that while murder, cannibalism, kidnapping, etc., are just fodder for musical comedy, the “crime” that has us all concerned now in 2025 is the legislative attacks on Drag. Audio cut-ins include the text and debate on anti-drag bills proposed in states nationwide. (The one in Indiana recently failed in committee, but language from “dead bills” can appear in other measures.) Posters on the walls point up how retrograde such attitudes are, connecting the Victorian drama to current events, making the unlikely choice of “Sweeney Todd” for this production strangely perfect.
Messaging aside, the show is spectacular and thoroughly entertaining, with boundless energy and sassy humor. Kudos to choreographer April Rose, as well as to Alish Forner for costumes, Ciara Myst for makeup, and wigs by Hair By Blair.
If you are wondering about the Barber Chair, typically the silent star of the show – no drag queen is going to let herself be upstaged by furniture. The chair is plain, but the deaths are fabulous with flowing blood-ribbons. There is a nice barber seat in the VIP room, in case you want to upgrade your ticket.
For satire that cuts deep, make your appointment with “Sweeney Todd: A Drag Parody Musical,” Thursday at 7 p.m., Friday and Saturday at 8 p.m., and Saturday and Sunday at 2 p.m. at The District Theatre, 627 Massachusetts Ave., downtown Indianapolis. Get tickets at indydistricttheatre.org.
