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Solid ‘Salesman’ in Westfield

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By John Lyle Belden

Nearly everyone has heard of Arthur Miller’s “Death of a Salesman.” If for nothing more, it’s known that this Pulitzer-winning drama is regarded as one of the greatest plays in the English language, with its titular lead Willy Loman ranking with Shakespeare’s Hamlet as a role that defines a great actor. However, I confess I had not seen this play until the current production by Main Street Productions in Westfield.

Directed by Kelly Keller, this staging more than lives up to the work’s reputation. Though it takes a full three hours, its pace and substance fill every minute with meaning. To quote Miller’s script, “Attention must be paid.”

Aaron Moon plays Loman, a traveling salesman who lives in Brooklyn while working the entire New England region. More than 30 years on this circuit has affected him, yet he remains upbeat, smiling big and talking bigger as always. But now there is sadness in his eyes while he speaks triumphantly, mostly of past events – increasingly to people only he can see.

This worries his wife, Linda (Susan Hill), who is also growing frustrated with adult sons Happy (Broden Irwin), who shows no signs of settling down from his playboy lifestyle, and Biff (Connor Phelan) who, while doing all manner of jobs in several different states, has not settled into a productive career path.

The scenes blend this present and Willy’s vivid reminiscing of the past, when his sons were teens, eager to please their old man. The memories especially stick around the time that Biff played in a high school championship football game with college scouts in attendance. These moments include the boys’ schoolmate Bernard (Mike Sosnowski) and his father Charley (Jim Gryga), who remain the Lomans’ friends in the later times.

Willy also remembers his brother, Ben (Tom Smith), who “walked into the jungle, and… walked out rich.”

The cast also includes Jonathan Rogers as Stanley, the waiter at the Chop House, Erin Keller and Desiree Black as two ladies who Happy and Biff meet there, Tanner Brunson as the son of the man who first hired Willy (and is now in charge), and Kristin Hilger as “The Woman.”

This parable from the late 1940s still resonates today with our current hustle and grind culture, coupled with an uncertain job market, as well as anxieties ranging from the personal to society in general. For those who struggle, “fake it till you make it” can only go so far, especially when one can no longer tell the illusion of success from the real thing. Compounding these issues, the play also features themes of mental illness and suicide. The title is not a metaphor.

Moon delivers an award-worthy turn as Willy Loman, a mensch you feel for and fear for as we witness his frustrations, optimistic delusions, and decline. Hill is also stunning as his wife, desperate to bring some sense of stability back to a family that had always been on shifting ground. Irwin’s Happy, in living his own way, is more like his father than he thinks. Phelan is exceptional as conflicted Biff, expressing the strain between expectations that diminish him and a life of freedom that would apparently disappoint those he loves. Smith’s dignified calm speaks volumes.

Excellent set design of the Loman home is by Jay Ganz. The lighting, designed by Stephen DiCarlo and operated by Scott Hall, neatly helps emphasize shifts of time and perspective. Tanya Keller is stage manager.

Remaining performances of “Death of a Salesman” are Thursday through Sunday, Nov. 20-23, at the Basile Westfield Playhouse, 220 N. Union St. Get tickets at westfieldplayhouse.org.

‘Absolute pleasure’ in Westfield

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By John Lyle Belden

“The Rocky Horror Show” is the kind of stage performance that defies conventional theatre reviews.

Its cheesy-bad plot and pretensions as an allegedly cautionary tale are taken seriously by absolutely no one in the cast or audience, not even its satirical aspects as a spoof/homage to mid-20th century schlock horror or “this could happen to you” films directed at teens. This is by design. Created by Richard O’Brien and – with the help of producer-director Jim Sharman and the star charisma of Tim Curry – a hit in London (then elsewhere) since 1973, this is not just a tribute to all its movie and music influences, but a completely immersive bizarre entertainment experience.

Main Street Productions of Westfield brings “Rocky Horror” to glorious life to open the spooky season, evenings of Oct. 1-4. Note this means those involved in or attending other local shows can see it on Wednesday. The Saturday, Oct. 4, performance is scheduled for midnight, ending the run in a perfectly demented atmosphere. Also note that this is indeed the stage musical, not the film “Picture Show,” and this is an actual cast – no shadowcast – however, any and all call-backs are welcome and encouraged. Authorized audience props are available for sale – no waterguns – and the show program is on newsprint for use as the newspaper. Finally, because things a bit obscene are portrayed and a lot obscene are shouted, it is recommended for ages 18 and up; viewer discretion advised.

You likely already know what’s happening. If not, just accept the lipstick “V” (for “virgin”) on your face, try to relax and be ready for anything – you’ll survive.

Bradley Allen Lowe is outstanding as the ambisextrous* Dr. Frank N. Furter. This is his world; we’re just dancing in it. DaSean McLucas bravely embodies his creation, Rocky. Kelby Herwehe-Schounce and Dezaray Dagey give incredible performances as Brad and Janet, the two squares caught in the middle of the madness (kudos to them for putting up with shouts of “a**hole/slut” every performance). Logan Laflin throws himself totally into “handyman” Riff Raff. Talje Wiersma compliments perfectly as his twisted sister Magenta, and Alyna Hope Whitis shines as energetic assistant Columbia. The Phantoms are phantastic: Gwen Burke (also Trixie, who sings the theme), Jake Carrico (who doubles as Eddie), Jonathan Ramey (also Dr. Everett V. Scott), Kiara Hollaway, Samantha Kelly, Abby Morris, and Diego Rafael Samaniego. The Narrator, Broden Irwin, apparently does have a neck – but feel free to mock him for not having one, just to see how he reacts.

Bringing this all together are directors James H. Williams and Brandon Schultz, with musical director Ben Rose. Choreography is by Bryttnei Whitehurst (though instructions for the “Time Warp” were already provided – it’s just a jump to the left…).

For those who only know the movie, some scenes are different. Brad gets a song, and while some stage versions don’t have the lines “everybody’s lucky” and “a toast;” both have been worked back in (O’Brien has tinkered with the script over the years due to the film’s popularity). We do recommend buying the props (money supports the theatre) as the “toast” you get is a nice souvenir.  Becky the Bakester has also made appropriately decorated cookies for the concessions stand.  

If this is your kind of show at all, its worth the trip up to Westfield (note the downtown construction detours), at 220 N. Union St. See westfieldplayhouse.org for tickets.

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(*This was an apt description of the character [played by Curry] in a Guardian review of the original production; I couldn’t resist using it here.)

‘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.

‘Wit’ in Westfield: Facing a ‘very tough’ end

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By John Lyle Belden

In ‘Wit,’ the Pulitzer-winning drama by Margaret Edson, presented by Main Street Productions in Westfield, it’s not a big spoiler to say that our central character, Vivian Bearing, Ph.D, dies at the end of aggressive stage-four ovarian cancer.

Vivian (Beverly Roche) confides as much when she enters the stage as her own narrator. Feeling the play’s run-time, she condenses the necessary flashbacks and eight months of experimental chemotherapy into having less than two hours to live. In her friendly engagement with us across the fourth wall, it feels initially like a one-woman play that happens to have several supporting actors – however, we also gain a sense of their own feelings on their endless struggle against the forces of death.

Dr. Bearing is not a medical doctor, but a renowned professor of literature, weaving her career-long study of the works of 16th century English poet John Donne (sonnets include “Death be not Proud”) into the narrative of her final days, grasping for the wit she saw in his approach to life and mortality. We see a pivotal moment of her as a college student of Donne expert E.M. Ashford (Susan Hill), engaging her attention to detail that would make Vivian notorious as a teacher herself.

“You have cancer,” Harvey Kelekian, M.D., (Mark Kamish) says frankly – which she appreciates. Being advanced stage four (there is no “stage five”), he sets up what turns out to be a brutal course of chemotherapy, telling Vivian he needs her “to be very tough.” She agrees and, somehow, will see it all through, bringing us all along.

We meet medical staff with contrasting approaches to her treatment: Dr. Kelekian’s research fellow, Dr. Jason Posner (Connor Phelan), who seems more interested in the cancerous cells than the woman they inhabit, and Nurse Susie Monahan (Becca Bartley) whose humanity and empathy become increasingly valuable as they work through the coming ordeal. 

Other roles are played smartly by Eric Bowman, Leah Hoover, MaryAnne Mathews, and Teresa Otis Skelton.

The play is directed with compassionate detail by Eric Bryant and Becky Schlomann. Bryant said he had proposed directing the play to MSP, then felt grateful when circumstances allowed him to add a co-director for a woman’s perspective. Their easy cooperation is reflected throughout the ensemble, who were encouraged in preparation to reflect on their own experiences with loved ones dying and/or working through cancer.

The background work included assistance from dramaturg Brooke Conti, Ph.D., of Cleveland, for her expertise on Donne; clinical consultant Glenn Dobbs, who aside from his involvement in local theatre is a retired OB/GYN; and intimacy director Lola LaVacious, considering the very personal and invasive nature of the disease and treatment.

“People always talk to us about the production (after a performance),” Schlomann said, but with this show, they “bring up their own stories, they find a personal connection.”

As Vivian, Roche makes that sense of kinship feel natural, as both a fascinating lecturer and an engaging guide. Her disease has cracked the professor’s cynical shell, allowing us to see the soul – with its stubborn wit – within.

Hill, whose professor has a more tempered approach to the Poet, gives us a wise mentor who bookends Vivian’s journey with a touching penultimate scene. Bartley’s Susie kindly and heroically reminds us that there is more to good medicine than doctorate-level knowledge.

Phelan’s Dr. Posner seems at times aloof, practically on the neurodivergent spectrum, but maintains his own complexity with his devotion to research and fascination with the “immortal” nature of cancer cells. Perhaps there is also a discomfort with mortality that informs his clinical distance from his very mortal patient.

This play, even with its own sense of wit among the serious goings-on, can be challenging to watch – especially if you have had any experience with the events portrayed – but it is well worth the effort to experience.

Speaking of which, it won’t be easy to reach the Westfield Basile Playhouse, 220 N. Union St., due to highway construction downtown. We found our way by driving the streets that lead to Westfield High School, then turning south on Union. Consult a maps app for alternate routes.

Performances of “Wit” are Thursday through Sunday, June 5-8. Get tickets at westfieldplayhouse.org.

What a ‘Web’ they weave in Westfield

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By John Lyle Belden

Quick warning for arachnophobes: Main Street Productions has placed numerous toy spiders (some quite life-like) around the Basile Westfield Playhouse. Guess how many there are (fill in a form during the first intermission) to win a prize. However, (ironically) there are none on the stage.

Count on Agatha Christie to weave an entertaining tangle of intrigue, mystery, and humor – we get all this and more in “Spider’s Web,” presented by Westfield’s Main Street Productions, directed by Jan Jamison.

The setting is a big house in the English countryside (of course), Copplestone Court in Kent, in 1954. While Henry Hailsham-Brown (Kevin Caraher) is away on business for the British Foreign Office, his young and highly imaginative wife Clarissa (Phoebe Aldridge) spins tales and plays tricks on whoever is around. In this case, it’s her former guardian Sir Roland Delahaye (Syd Loomis), his old friend Hugo Birch (Jim Simmonds), and young friend Jeremy Warrender (Jeff Haber). Clarissa also cares for Pippa (Ava McKee), Henry’s school-age daughter from his first marriage who is still fragile after the bitter divorce.

The servants on hand are humble Elgin (Thom Johnson) and his wife (unseen), as well as Mildred Peake (Molly Kraus), the gardener who is quite the busybody and suspicious of everyone. An unwelcome visitor, Oliver Costello (Matt McKee), the new husband of Pippa’s mother, stops by. Also, this being a murder mystery, we will soon meet Inspector Lord (Larry Adams) and Constable Jones (Erin Chandler), with an audio cameo by Greg Vander Wyden as the Doctor called to inspect the body.

Along with the corpus delicti, we also have a rather interesting antique writing desk and the presence of a “priest hole,” a short passage to the library disguised by a bookshelf. And a deck of cards. And a volume of Who’s Who. So many details, in fact, that Clarissa spins a number of stories about the events of the evening, confounding and frustrating the Inspector as we work through the various clues to find who did the deadly deed, and why. (Observant viewers can work it out before the climax, this clueless reviewer nearly did!)

Aldridge is wonderful as the fanciful and well-intentioned lady of the house (Wendy notes that this play could have been subtitled, “Clarissa Explains It All”). Loomis has paternal charm in his supporting role. Kraus eagerly takes on quite an interesting character herself as one who is and knows more than she lets on. Adams makes an interesting sleuth, though the frustrating nature of this caper could make Inspector Lord glad that Christie called on other detectives for most of her stories. Seventh-grader Ava McKee makes a nice stage debut as imperiled Pippa.

The wit is sharp with physical humor and a bit of Pythonesque absurdity. It almost qualifies as a comedy – except for, you know, that body behind the sofa.

This humorous whodunit has four more performances, Thursday through Sunday, April 10-13, at Basile Westfield Playhouse, 220 N. Union St. (note there is some road and building construction in the area). Get tickets at westfieldplayhouse.org.

Exploring stories with Westfield’s ‘Geezers’

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By John Lyle Belden

As we age, the mind still spinning in a body that’s not doing as well, we develop our eccentricities. In other words, we become “Geezers.” That’s the name of the heartwarming comedy by Tommy Lee Johnston, now on stage with Main Street Productions in Westfield, directed by Lori Raffel.

Gina (Brenna Whitaker) has her hands full with the residents of Maple Leaf Retirement Community. Ray (Duane Leatherman) naps all day in the comfy chair with his favorite pillow but doesn’t miss any conversation around him. Likewise, Emily (Wendy Brown) seems a tad out of it, watching TV for the commercials whose jingles she sings along with, yet she pops into lucidity at random yet appropriate times. Neil (Chris Otterman) is both a curmudgeon and a prankster. Then there’s Kate (Jen Otterman), a former actor whose constant flirting went too far with a now-fired orderly.

Into this milieu, enter Jack (Adrian Blackwell), a twenty-something who had spent most of his life caring for his deaf mother, a former worker at Maple Leaf, and with her passed on, is given the chance to take her job assisting Gina. He has his own issues, with his circumstances having given him or enhanced traits that resemble the high-functioning end of the autism spectrum – especially communication issues and anxiety. His way of managing his world is to write. He is good, though has trouble coming up with original ideas. At Kate and Neil’s urging, Jack, reluctantly at first, takes on a project of writing stories from the residents’ lives.

We also meet Jenny (Debbie Underwood), who comes to visit Emily but fears she has missed her chance to make their long-overdue reconnection.

Jack takes in the stories by listening and visualizing them – thus we see younger versions of Kate (Alyssa Lay) who almost got a part in one of the worst B-movies of all time (and still regrets it); Neil (David Shaul), an Air Force logistics specialist, meaning he didn’t fly but had to drive through the hell of Vietnam; and Ray (Mike Sosnowski), who was faced with a heart-rending choice.

“The funny thing about the truth,” the elder Ray says, “it holds a high standard.”

We eventually get everyone’s stories, including Gina’s, and why she cries at the end of every shift. Whitaker gives a solid performance as a caretaker with a firm yet soft touch, seeing the residents practically as family – a balm for her own issues that she reveals to Jack. For his part, Blackwell handles his tricky, complex part well, ensuring that we laugh along with, not at, his difficulties.

When folks of a certain age feel free to say practically anything – and do – that generates plenty of laughs, and these “Geezers” don’t hold back. In a play that touches on a wide range of emotions, there is more than sufficient comedy relief.

Still, I must add a “trigger warning” for elements of self-harm, gun violence, and suicide.

Visiting hours are almost up. “Geezers” has four more performances, Thursday through Sunday, Feb. 13-16, at Basile Westfield Playhouse, 220 N. Union St. Get info and tickets at westfieldplayhouse.org.

Westfield comedy ‘greets’ holiday anxiety in unusual way

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By John Lyle Belden

We tend to recall the past as somehow an easier time, but each era has its own anxieties. Many of us remember the 1990s, still it’s easy to forget how the feeling of imminent change at the end of a millennium carried a lot of uncertainty, even before the Y2K panic.

In the holiday comedy, “Greetings!” by Tom Dudzick, presented by Main Street Players of Westfield, they don’t have today’s terms like “autism spectrum” to describe the personal struggles of Mickey Gorski. The words “mentally handicapped” are briefly mentioned, then not said again as it is better to think of the young man as just a happy member of the family whom his parents cherish, accepting any little word he adds to his limited vocabulary as a divine gift.

Mickey (Dylan Acquaviva), with doting mom Emily (Barb Weaver) and sullen but loving dad Phil (James LaMonte), are preparing their Pittsburgh home for a Christmas Eve visit by big brother Andy (Nathaniel Taff), flying in from New York with his girlfriend Randi (Megan Fridenmaker). A couple of things seem to feel off from the start, including frequent issues with the house’s electrical wiring and Emily’s insistence that she recently heard Mickey say – for the first time ever – the word “greetings,” a feat she seems unable to make him repeat.

The stress of caring for this son has become routine, however, the arrival of Andy gives former minor-league pitcher Phil emotional curveballs he can barely handle. The good news is that Andy and Randi are engaged; the distressing part is that she is an atheist Jew and he has reconsidered aspects of the family’s Catholic faith.

As the inevitable argument ensues, Mickey calmly stands up straight and declares, “Greetings!”

And then, he says even more.

Directed by Jeremy Tuterow, this charming and funny family drama gives a meaning-of-Christmas lesson that blends aspects of “All in the Family” and “The Twilight Zone” with how the Shepherds at the Nativity must have felt.

LaMonte gives us in Phil a solid sitcom-esque Dad who lives with unresolved issues and regrets, as well as resistance to anything more that he feels he can’t understand. Weaver’s Emily greets it all with attempts at understanding and unconditional love, though she can be overwhelmed. Taff plays Andy as caught between his wanting to be there for the brother he loves and wanting to run from what he sees as inevitable parental disapproval. Fridenmaker gives Randi a demeanor in which you can almost see her psychological armor, already forged by friction with observant Jewish parents before being brought here to deal with potential new family. She, like the others, will find her own test of faith – or lack thereof.

Acquaviva is simply outstanding as Mickey. He emulates the tics and eccentricities of his autistic character with respect for the condition and smoothly transitions to other aspects of the role with precision delivery that makes its whole fantastic nature work within the world of the play. A high school freshman with already a few other notable roles on his CV, he has us looking forward to where his talents will take him next.

One weekend of performances remain, Thursday through Sunday, Dec. 12-15, before “Greetings!” becomes goodbye. Find it at Basile Westfield Playhouse, 220 N. Union St.; find tickets at westfieldplayhouse.org.

Westfield hosts ‘Ripcord’s rowdy rivalry

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By John Lyle Belden

For something different for October, a show in which it is one of the characters who is supposed to be frightened – for the audience, it’s all laughs. Main Street Productions of Westfield presents “Ripcord,” by David Lindsay-Abaire.

If the playwright sounds familiar, it is because he is known for hits including the deep drama “Rabbit Hole,” and the wild hilarity of the stage musical of “Shrek.” He shows a bit of both sides in this comedy. Director Andrea Odle lets the natural odd-couple humor shine through rather than let this devolve into farce, with just the right amount of slapstick.

Abby (Miki Mathioudakis), the acerbic resident of an assisted-living retirement home, doesn’t like having a roommate – especially her latest, upbeat talkative Marilyn (Tina Nehrling). When resident aide Scotty (Marshall) fails to arrange a room reassignment, the women come up with their own solution. In their wager, if unflappable Marilyn loses her cool and gets angry, she must move out; if unmovable Abby becomes afraid, she must let Marilyn stay and get the bed next to the window.

This includes a scene at a haunted house where aspiring actor Scotty is one of the performers. We also meet Marilyn’s daughter and son-in-law Colleen (Claire Slaven) and Derek (Scott Prill), who help run her skydiving business.

Cameron Ponce plays Marilyn’s son Benjamin; and he, Slaven, and Prill fill in other roles.

Mathioudakis and Nehrling have wonderful, volatile chemistry. Their characters can both dish it out and take it in their prank war, while revealing sufficient depth to engage us in the question of whether it’s possible to take their antics too far.

Marshall plays Scotty as a friend caught in the middle like a babysitter at a high-stakes pillow fight. He has limited authority, but unlimited concern. Prill and Slaven give Derek and Colleen a spirit of fun natural to a family raised on adventure.  

This production lets the fun “rip” four more times, Thursday through Sunday, Oct. 10-13, at Basile Westfield Playhouse, 220 N. Union St. Get info and tickets at westfieldplayhouse.org.

Venture into Narnia with Westfield kids

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By John Lyle Belden

During World War II, many English children were sent to friends’ or relatives’ homes in the countryside, away from cities where German bombs and rockets fell.

You can’t get much further away than Narnia.

This is the situation of the four siblings in “The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe,” a stage adaptation by Joseph Robinette, based on the beloved story by C.S. Lewis (a novel in his Chronicles of Narnia series). It is presented in Westfield as the summer youth production of Main Street Productions through this weekend.

In the country house where the Pevensie children are staying, the youngest, Lucy (Morgan Rusbasan) finds the Wardrobe in the Spare Room, and discovers in it a doorway to a vast, cold forest. There she encounters a faun, Tumnus (Makenzie Walter), who makes the fateful decision to warn her of the White Witch who keeps Narnia in winter – but without Christmas – and to send her to the lamp post that leads back to the Wardrobe portal. When easily-bored brother Edmund (Camren Davis) follows Lucy into the fantasy wood, he meets the Witch (Maile Alpizar) who says she’s the Queen of Narnia and promises him all the Turkish delight he can eat if Edmund brings his siblings to her.

When all four Pevensies cross over, including Peter (Harrison Gabinski Coon) and Susan (Annalisa Schuth), they learn from Mr. and Mrs. Beaver (Chaya Elicker and Nora Gapinski Coon) about the Witch’s treachery, the return of the true king Aslan the lion (Kaelyn Harvey), and a prophecy that these human children (“Sons of Adam, daughters of Eve”) are meant to fulfil. Meanwhile, the Witch dispatches the leader of her secret police, the wolf Fenris Ulf (Layne Thompson) to find the children and slay any being that stands in his way.

This cast of more than two dozen eager children and teens also includes Naomi Mattysse as the mysterious White Stag, Zack Harvey as a Centaur, Cersei Davis as a Unicorn, and John Engle as Father Christmas, who brings the perfect gifts for the Pevensies’ quest.

Directed by Brandi Davis, the fantasy characters are mainly distinguished by head makeup, not encumbered by furs or fake hooves. Full-body costuming is largely reserved for the lead arch-rivals, Alpizar’s Witch in a stunning white gown and Harvey’s Aslan in a dignified lion-hued suit.

Actors often get a kick out of playing the villain, and Alpizar and Thompson take to their roles with gusto. When the Witch/Queen is upset, you’ll know. At the other end of the scale, Harvey gives the Lion all the gravitas she can muster – appropriate as Lewis, a devout Christian, wrote Aslan as a sort of avatar of Jesus Christ.

You have four more chances to visit this vision of Narnia, 7:30 p.m. Thursday through Saturday and 2:30 p.m. Sunday (July 25-28) at Basile Westfield Playhouse, 220 N. Union St. (leave early to get around downtown construction). Get tickets at westfieldplayhouse.org.

Westfield takes on beloved comedy

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By John Lyle Belden

As it’s been said, classics are classic for a reason. From time to time, community theatres bring out the hilarious antics of the eccentric extended Sycamore family in Moss Hart and George S. Kaufman’s comedy, “You Can’t Take It With You.” This week, the invitation is extended by Main Street Productions of Westfield.

Sweet twenty-year-old Alice Sycamore (Hannah Partridge) is in love with her boss, Anthony Kirby (Aaron Budde), a young executive thanks to his chief executive father (David Dessauer). Tony and Alice want to get married, but she’s afraid the Kirbys couldn’t deal with her family – father Paul Sycamore (James Semmelroth Darnell) makes fireworks in the basement with the help of Mr. DePinna (Eric Bowman), who came to deliver ice years ago and never left; mother Penny Sycamore (Carrie Reiberg) writes melodramatic unfinished plays on a typewriter that just showed up on their doorstep; sister Essie (Cara Olson) makes candy “Love Dreams” daily but really wants to dance (though she’s awful at it), while her husband Ed Carmichael (Noah Shepard) plays the xylophone and obsessively prints cards, menus, and papers with whatever sounds interesting to him; finally, grandfather Martin Vanderhof (John Welch) does whatever he likes because he walked away from his downtown office decades ago and never looked back.

Their maid Rheba (Sophie Liese) is a so-so cook but very understanding and fits right in this household, along with her Irish boyfriend Donald (Austin Uebelhor), who helps when he can, as long as it doesn’t jeopardize his “relief” payments. Russian expat Boris Kolenkhov (Louis Cavallari) tries in vain to teach Essie ballet; this being 1938, he still remembers his homeland before the Soviets and knows exiled nobility including The Grand Duchess Olga Katrina (Miki Mathioudakis). We also meet inebriated actress Gay Wellington (Susan Hill), who isn’t related or a resident, yet adds to the chaos in her own way.

There are also appearances by Tony’s father and mother (Renee Whiten Lopez), as well as Tom Smith as nosy government agents, along with Aaron Ploof and Emma Fox.

For those unfamiliar, yes, it’s a lot. But there is subtle method to this madness in a funny fable about love, acceptance, and truly living out the pursuit of happiness.

Under director Nicole Amsler, everyone gets their moments to shine. Darnell plays Paul as single-minded, trusting the others to do what’s needed, yet amiable when not downstairs. Bowman gives DePinna a sense of joy that reveals a man who would much rather play with fire than work with ice. Reiberg’s Penny is the kind of unassuming person whom whatever she is doing at the moment is right thing, and you can’t help but agree. Shepard and Olson as Ed and Essie seem to not be the sharpest knives in the block, yet come across as charmingly naïve, never stupid. Cavallari brings big energy to his role, making Kolenkhov feel like just one of the family.

Partridge nimbly plays Alice’s struggle to maintain normalcy while still loving her family. Budde, for his part, gives Tony a growing admiration for the freedom that the household represents.

As the patriarch, Welch lends a subtle gravitas to Grandpa. He has his quirks – like keeping snakes – but is as down-to-earth a character one could find. When he says grace in his unique way during the mealtime scenes, you can’t help but feel welcome at his table.

Be their guest this Thursday through Sunday, June 6-9, at the Basile Westfield Playhouse, 220 N. Union St. Get tickets at westfieldplayhouse.org.