Tuesdays With Morrie at Chanhassen Dinner Theatres is Inspirational, Funny, and Thoughtful.

Gabriele Angieri and Ryan London Levin Photo by Tom Wallace Photography

Tuesdays with Morrie is a memoir published in 1997 by Mitch Albom. It had an initial run of 20,000 copies. After exposure on The Oprah Winfrey Show, it made it onto the New York Times nonfiction bestseller list, where it stayed for over four years. It has now sold over 17 million copies worldwide and been translated into dozens of languages. Albom reconnected with his favorite college professor after seeing him on Nightline and learning he had ALS. The bulk of the book and this adaptation consists of the weekly Tuesday sessions Mitch has with Morrie Schwartz before his death. The production is less sad and much funnier than I anticipated. Did I cry? Come on, faithful readers, you know damn well I did. But Albom and Hatcher avoid easy manipulation and obvious heartstring-pulling moments. They are not concerned with making you cry; they are much more interested in sharing the wisdom Morrie has gained over his lifetime and exploring the love between these two men. Schwartz was a teacher, and these Tuesday meetups are his final class. He isn’t looking for Mitch’s sympathy; he is trying to help him be the best version of himself he can be. Like Morrie, the play is less concerned with dying and more concerned with sharing how we can live our best, most fulfilling lives.

The adaptation is by Albom and Jeffrey Hatcher, who is number six on the list of most-produced playwrights in America for the 2026–27 season. Hatcher, who resides in the Twin Cities, has four additional shows running locally this season. His adaptation of Dial M for Murder opens at Theatre in the Round on November 20. His adaptation of A Tale of Two Cities runs April 3 through May 23 at the Guthrie Theater. His adaptation of Rope opens at the Park Square Theatre on July 28, and his new musical with Glensheen collaborator Chan Poling, Love on a Stick, has its world premiere next summer at the History Theatre in St. Paul. I am a fan of Hatcher’s thrillers, whether they’re his original scripts, like Holmes and Watson or the recent The Butler Did It, or his adaptations of older properties, like Dial M for Murder and The Turn of the Screw. This is the first non-thriller I’ve seen of Hatcher’s, and it solidifies my opinion that he is one of our finest working playwrights.

The production marks the directorial debut of Twin Cities actor Serena Brooks, who, along with directing this show, is starring as Miss Hannigan in Annie on the Chanhassen Dinner Theatres Main Stage. She’s excellent in that role, a standout of the production. As for her directing future, based on this show, I’d say it’s as bright as her acting career. The show doesn’t have a moment of fat on it. Brooks doesn’t allow the actors to pause, knowing that those are the moments in which maudlin tendencies might peek through. She keeps it real, she keeps it moving, and she keeps the characters positive. In that way, she avoids emotionally manipulating us and allows the positive and inspiring messages to be the focus. We laugh too much to be sad, at least for too long.

Ryan London Levin and Gabriele Angieri play Mitch and Morrie, and their performances are naturalistic and filled with an easy humor that makes the audience bond with them quickly. Levin’s Mitch narrates the play as if he were looking back on it from beyond the end of the play. As such, he addresses us directly more often, allowing him to share his inner thoughts as well. This makes sense since Albom was the author of the book; he had those insights to draw on. Levin uses that to build an easy rapport with the audience, and it also allows for a stronger contrast to the emotional reticence he shows throughout his actual time with Morrie.

Angieri’s Morrie is alert, intelligent, and quick with a witty response. He’s also devoid of cruelty. There is a warmheartedness that Angieri brings to the role. He shows how effective a teacher Morrie is by using humor and little conversational moments to slip in his philosophies. He never seems to be teaching; he’s just talking, and when he finishes, you realize he made you laugh and somehow also shared something profound. The two performers play off each other so beautifully that when they hugged each other after their bows, it felt genuine. The best compliment you can give a performer after a show is that, for the runtime of the show, you believed they were those people.

Mitch is the character I related to, the one in whom I saw parts of myself. I know not everyone has that favorite teacher who was more than a teacher, but I did. His name was Ted Larson. He was my film teacher, my boss the summer I worked promotions for The Straw Hat Players Summer Theater program at Moorhead State University, my mentor, and my friend. Like Mitch and Morrie, our time together when I was in college went way beyond the teacher-student connection. We had dinners together, saw movies together, and he was a guest at my first wedding. And like Mitch and Morrie, when I left college and moved to Albuquerque, Ted told me to stay in touch, and I didn’t.

When he heard my first wife and I were getting divorced, he called the bookstore I was working at in New Mexico to talk to me, to make sure I was OK. I didn’t get 14 Tuesdays with Ted. I got two more visits. One was to introduce him to my second wife and Alex, our first child. I envy Mitch Albom that he got the chance to reconnect, to let Morrie know what he meant to him. Maybe if Ted had lived 15 years instead of five, I’d have had the chance to tell him what a more mature man came to understand too late: that I loved him, and that despite the fact that I had a wonderful father, Ted had also filled that role for me. It would have been great to thank him for all he showed me and taught me. And that, I think, is the most important thing Tuesdays with Morrie is telling us: say those things now. You never know when it will be too late.

Tuesdays with Morrie is running through November 29 at Chanhassen Dinner Theatres’ Playhouse Theatre Stage. It’s a much smaller and more intimate theater, perfect for a show like this. Smaller theater, but the same great food and beverage options. For more information and to purchase tickets, go to https://chanhassendt.com/series/tuesdays-with-morrie-2026/

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Kunene and the King Provides a History Lesson as Well as a Study of Humanity Itself

Edward Gero and John Kani in the 2025 Shakespeare Theatre Company production (Teresa Castracane Photography)

Kunene and the King is flying under the radar a little bit, but it shouldn’t. I mean, here’s a play starring the Black Panther being performed at the Guthrie Theater. OK, so it’s the old Black Panther, the one who has stopped wearing the costume and just rules Wakanda as King in Captain America: Civil War before being killed. But hey, he was Black Panther! It’s been a season for high-profile performers, with David Strathairn’s performance last month in Waiting for Godot. This is not stunt casting, though, by any means. John Kani (Black Panther) is also the author of Kunene and the King, a play that draws heavily on his own experiences as a South African. I’m guessing that I am like a lot of Americans in that I know apartheid was bad, and I know about Nelson Mandela, his long imprisonment, his release, and his election as President of South Africa. I knew a little of the country’s tumultuous history, but, to be honest, not nearly as much as I should. I appreciated gaining a better understanding of where that country is now as well as filling in gaps in my understanding of its history.

Kani’s play is not a history of South Africa. It is set in 2019, but through the conversations between its two characters, we learn some of that history, as well as the ways in which it affected both South Africa’s black and white people. But it is also a play about two very different men who do find ways to connect, one of which is through the works of William Shakespeare. Kani plays Lunga Kunene, a top caregiver who has been hired to look after Jack Morris, an actor who has been diagnosed with stage-four liver cancer. Morris, who is played by Edward Gero, has been cast as the King in an upcoming production of King Lear and is working on memorizing his lines. The two men find an odd common ground in Shakespeare. It is Kunene’s remembrance of reading Julius Caesar in school that initially breaks the ice between the two men, who are uncomfortable with each other.

But while the men do share some laughs, this isn’t the kind of play where they become best friends. They yell and lash out at each other almost as much as they bond. In that way, it feels deeply honest. Morris shows his ingrained racism in his mistrust of Kunene. Kunene shows that he is a man like any other, subject to frustrations and anger. Neither man is a saint, and neither man is a demon. Which of us is truly one or the other? None of us. We all have the capacity to be both at different times. Both actors have moments of powerful vulnerability, and one scene contains spotlight moments for each performance. Morris has not made it to the bathroom in time and comes back onstage in just his shirt, carrying his soiled pants. Gero expertly plays the embarrassment, the shame, the frustration, and the anger that arise from this all-too-human moment, when his body betrays him and his mortality comes closer to the surface. Kunene is the victim of an outburst from Morris that is deeply disrespectful, and Kani shows us flashes of outrage and anger, and near violence. Both men play these scenes so that we understand their reactions, we recognize the raw emotions that lead to less than desirable behaviors.

The play opens, and the transitions between scenes are broken up by segments of song sung by Ntebo. This is one of the elements that makes this production really special. Ntebo sings in another language. I won’t shame myself by trying to guess what it is, but even though we do not understand the lyrics, we are entranced by the power and beauty of her voice.

The set design by Lawrence E. Moten III is of Jack’s home, and we are neither impressed nor underwhelmed by it. It is a well-crafted, realistic set. And then… it changes for the third scene to Kunene’s home in a transformation that is so astonishing it reminded me of the moment the train cars moved in the Guthrie’s production of Murder on the Orient Express several years ago. That scene change is almost worth the price of admission alone.

I enjoyed the performances, the set design, the singing, and the connection to Shakespeare. There was one little tidbit about Morris’ process that I found really interesting. I don’t know if this is something a lot of actors do or not, but he talks about translating the play from Shakespeare’s English to modern English. His explanation of why he does it makes a lot of sense and is a fascinating bit of insider knowledge.

Kunene and the King runs through November 8 at the Guthrie Theater in Minneapolis. For more information and to purchase tickets, go to https://www.guthrietheater.org/whats-on/kunene-and-the-king/

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Twin Cities Horror Festival XV Final Six Reviews: Kalinga: Feast of the Fallen, Bicentennial Auger, The Sludge, Shed, Carmilla, and Music & Monsters: A Grand Guignol Double Feature

These are my final six reviews of the Twin Cities Horror Festival XV, and with these, I will have successfully seen and reviewed all 14 shows in this year’s festival. I don’t think I could have finished with a stronger lineup. All six shows I saw today fall into the bloody good category, which is the highest category you can achieve at the TCHF, at least in the system I just made up. Not only was every show a winner today, but the lineup also mirrored the diversity and variety of the TCHF.

If you haven’t seen everything yet, or haven’t seen anything, there are still six days left of the festival, and you now have reviews of all the shows to help you figure out which ones are must-sees. But listen, a lot of shows have been selling out this year, so don’t wait and see. Figure out what you want to see, go online, and get tickets. This really is the best way to celebrate Monster Month. Not only are the shows a blast, but the whole vibe of the festival, its atmosphere and community, is so unique. Find some time between now and Halloween, when the festival closes, to check it out. Here is a link to the festival website so you can get all the details and purchase tickets.

KALINGA: Feast of the Fallen is definitely a unique show in this year’s TCHF, and basically any year, really. Created and performed by Saath, a South Asian theater company, this is a show that involves extensive dance. The show reimagines an ancient South Indian tale of a great battle and the goddess Kali and her ghostly followers, who descend and feast upon the remains of the battle.

First of all, the dancing is amazing. To be honest, that is the one thing I did expect from this production, and I wasn’t disappointed. What I did not expect was the atmosphere they created, first by having a cast member wandering through the audience ahead of the show, creeping us out. And I mean that as a compliment! I love when shows engage with us in this way and create anticipation for what is to come.

I think I was expecting them to tell a story that could tangentially be labeled horror through dance. But this was a full-blown horror production, not in the sense that it was too scary or too bloody for anyone, but in the way they used many of the techniques we are accustomed to at the TCHF: props of severed limbs, some very cool and unexpected makeup effects, and strategic lighting cues.

This really was a delight to behold and very effective as horror dance theater. I hope this company returns to the TCHF in the future with new stories told in their unique style.

Bicentennial Auger takes over the studio space for the second half of the festival. Each festival, two shows share the space, one at the start of the festival and the second toward the end. The studio space allows shows to have more complex sets because they don’t have to be loaded in and out in ten minutes before every show.

This one features a great set designed and built by Derek Lee Miller. It’s an ice house, the kind used in Minnesota winters for ice fishing. It’s a great-looking set that also includes some surprises for the audience.

The story concerns two siblings who haven’t seen each other in seven years, meeting up to go ice fishing. There is tension between them, which we will come to understand. The show features great performances from the cast: Noe Tallen, Dave Gangler, and Jared Reise.

It also features effective use of music, no surprise there, as the show is written and directed by Sam Landman, who can occasionally be found DJing and whose musical knowledge is as eclectic as it is extensive. This is a man who wrote a They Might Be Giants musical but filled it with deep cuts rather than the band’s more popular songs.

There have been several very well-written shows at the festival this year, and this is right up there with the best of them. Landman has an ear for dialogue that sets his scripts apart from others. They are funny without relying on jokes and go in directions you do not expect.

The Sludge is a family-friendly show. It’s the one show this festival where I’ve seen multiple youngsters in the audience. That doesn’t mean it’s for kids; it means it’s for everyone. Shows at the TCHF run the gamut from gory and scary to quirky and funny, and this one leans very heavily into the humor.

The story follows two sets of mothers and daughters. One, Elliot and her daughter Viv, is going through a divorce, and the other, Drew and her daughter Harper, are the friends they go and stay with. Harper is a science nerd who discovers something she can’t identify in the woods and brings it home. This is the sludge of the title. As we discover, it is not the harmless piece of nature Harper supposes it to be.

The script is definitely funny, but is it as funny as the show itself? What I’m getting at is that a lot of the humor comes from the performances as much as it does from the script.

The one thing this show makes abundantly clear is that Rita Boersma, who plays Drew, is a Twin Cities treasure and quite likely the best line reader in Minnesota. I’m not entirely sure she can speak a line without eliciting at least a grin from the audience. Don’t get me wrong, the entire cast is very good and very funny, but Boersma makes sorting socks funny.

It was also nice to see Victoria Pyan in several roles, including Harper’s soccer coach. I’m really starting to wonder how this talented young woman flew under my radar until recently.

This is a very funny, all-ages-friendly show without being aimed at children. I enjoyed it as much, probably more, than any kid would. Written by Rachel Teagle and directed by Jenny Moeller, the dialogue has such a natural, off-the-cuff feel to it that you’d almost think it was improvised.

Shed is this year’s entry from TCHF veterans Dangerous Productions. Faithful readers or regular attendees at the TCHF might remember this company as the tarp team. They are known for being the theater company that actually tries to scare the audience. They are masters of pointing flashlights out into the audience to surprise us with jump scares involving how or what comes onstage while we are blinded by the light. They also generally put on the bloodiest shows, hence the tarp.

This one was actually a little restrained for Dangerous Productions, but what they did in terms of effects was extremely effective.

Jay Kistler, who is usually in Dangerous Productions’ TCHF shows, plays Jeff, a guest on a podcast. He’s there to tell the story of the Man in the Shed, but what starts out ordinarily enough becomes more and more bizarre as the host, Natalie, doesn’t just want Jeff to tell the story but wants them to act it out. Add in a third performer, who plays the man in the shed in his underwear and a pig’s mask, and all bets are off.

With this company, you expect the unexpected, and that certainly happens. This is bloody, to be sure. It has several genuinely frightening moments and also manages a few laughs.

There’s a reason Dangerous Productions always gets a slot at the TCHF: they never disappoint. They are the one company you can rely on to try and actually be scary. And let’s face it, when people think of horror shows, blood is one of the things that comes to mind. With Dangerous Productions, you know there will be blood.

Carmilla is an adaptation of the classic 1872 vampire novella by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu.

Every October in The Stages of MN household, we try to watch only horror movies. Now, Mrs. The Stages of MN, Micky to her friends, can’t really handle things that are too scary or too bloody. Therefore, we watch a lot of older horror movies, and this year, among other movies, we are watching the Hammer Films Karnstein Trilogy. The first film, The Vampire Lovers, is based on Le Fanu’s novella. This source material, you may be surprised to learn, predates Bram Stoker’s Dracula by a quarter of a century.

This adaptation is written and directed by Cara White. Carmilla is told from the perspective of Laura, who, under hypnosis, relays the story to a doctor who is concerned about her health. She is the focus of Carmilla’s desire.

The play is unabashedly erotic without being explicit. Carmilla is the prototype of the lesbian vampire. The relationship between Carmilla and Laura, played by Maretta Zilic, is less that of hunter and prey and more romantic in nature.

Zilic is quite good in the role of Laura, as is Mahmoud Hakima, who plays Gen Speilsdorf, who arrives at the end of the play seeking to destroy Carmilla, who killed his daughter.

TCHF Artistic Director Nissa Nordland, who is also responsible for the blood effects in the show, which are very well done, brings an air of otherworldliness to the role of Carmilla. Fitting for a character who exists outside the natural world.

The show features some great costumes and set pieces. It’s always nice to have a classic story in the mix, and I appreciated how White didn’t try to modernize or sensationalize the story but remained faithful to the themes and ideas of the original.

We talk about the variety of the TCHF as a strength, and this final batch of shows really showcases that aspect. Music & Monsters: A Grand Guignol Double Feature was the perfect show to end the day with because it is itself a showcase for that variety.

The first tale is very much one of those supernatural stories you’d get in an episode of a horror anthology TV show like The Twilight Zone or The Veil. It concerns a man who arrives at a boarding house to rent a room. He is drawn to the music coming from another tenant’s room. That tenant is violently opposed to engaging with the new renter or sharing anything about his music with the man. But is it to maintain control of the music, or is the music itself the one really in control?

After that tale ends, we get a series of quick, hand-related jokes and gags that are extremely funny and act as a palate cleanser after the more-or-less played-straight first tale.

Then we go into our second story, which is a take on the Frankenstein story. This mixes comedy with some gore and blood-effects work. There is excellent use of shadow work in the opening creation scene and the conclusion of the tale.

This show is definitely not for kids. There is an erect, though clothed, penis on display for a lengthy amount of time, and let’s just say things don’t end well for the penis, in a moment that is both hilarious and terrifying.

The four-member cast of Kaitlen Osburn, Nick Miller, Jesse March, and Kathryn Cesarz is very strong, equally effective in the initial dramatic scene, the silly, almost vaudevillesque bridging sequence, and the funny but also horror-heavy second tale.

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Twin Cities Horror Festival XV Reviews 3 The New Batch: There’s Room For One Thousand More and Evidence: Silence Experiments

It was the best of times is was the worst of times. Hello faithful readers, I’m back with reviews of two more shows running at this years Twin Cities Horror Festival. One is undoubtably one of the best of the festival, the other the worst. The festival runs through Oct 31st and it’s the perfect way to celebrate Monster Month. Here is a link to the festival website so you can get all the details: https://www.tchorrorfestival.com/

There’s Room for One Thousand is one of the most elaborate shows I’ve ever seen at the TCHF. Set in the Haunted Mansion ride at Disney World, the show begins the minute you are ushered into the theater, where you suddenly become a guest about to take the ride. Just like the actual ride, everyone is ushered into the center of the stage, surrounded by the portraits from the Haunted Mansion. Then we hear the voice of Paul Frees, who is heard throughout, narrating the ride. The portraits stretch as they do in the ride, and after the intro, we are told to make our way to the ride cars, our seats.

We meet three employees who have earned the reward of getting to stay overnight in the Haunted Mansion, but you can be sure there is more to this than a reward for being such good employees. The characters move through the rooms of the mansion, where moments from the ride are reproduced with astonishing accuracy, especially considering that a TCHF production requires everything in the show to be loaded in and out in 10 minutes.

Writer Tim Wicks’ affection for the ride shines through, as does his creativity. This is such a beautiful blend of design and script. Every element, from the wallpaper on the mansion’s walls to the employees’ costumes, feels authentic. The realizations of characters from the ride, like Madame Leota, the head in the crystal ball in the séance room, and the puppet of the Hat Box Ghost, which is twice the size of the human cast and looks like it was Imagineered at Disney, are astonishing.

This is now the show most likely to be the best of the festival. There is one performance left that is not quite sold out, on Halloween at 6:00 p.m. I urge anyone who has ever been on the Haunted Mansion ride to get to that last performance. I hope this will not be creator Tim Wicks’ final show, he is dealing with a terminal cancer diagnosis, but if it is, he is going out on a high note, one he should be immensely proud of.

The description for Evidence: Silence Experiments says there is a suicide cult and that 11 people disappeared. Five bodies were found; six never were. That sounds interesting. I have no idea what that has to do with what I just saw.

This is one of the most aggressively inaccessible shows I’ve seen at TCHF. Essentially, it’s a music show with visual elements that are utterly pointless. There are three performers in the show, including Roberto Kerry, who plays music and sings. The other two alternate between speak-singing while music is being played and using a digital camera and projector to display washed-out images of photos and drawings and written words on a screen that cannot be seen well enough to discern what is on it..

There are moments when some of the music is enjoyable, but as you’re listening to it, you’re watching one of the other performers put images in front of the camera that cannot be seen and writing that cannot be read. They also, at times, use a marker to doodle on the paper or photos and, for good measure, drag electronic cords in front of the camera.

One of the final lines of the show was “Please stop,” and my only thought was, they read my mind.

This is a touring show. Someone mentioned that it was from North Dakota, where I grew up. The performers are young, and I imagine they get a certain thrill from alienating the audience or being misunderstood by the aged white CIS man in the audience.

The best way to enjoy the show is to close your eyes, ignore any and all visual elements, and let the music wash over you. But be careful. You definitely run the risk of falling asleep, there is a hypnotic aspect to the music.

If you avoid only one show at this horror fest, this should probably be it. I think Kerry has real musical talent; I just wish it had been in the service of something understandable.

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Twelve Angry Men at Lyric Arts is Guilty of Being Terrific Beyond a Reasonable Doubt

I first encountered 12 Angry Men in the seventh grade. We watched the film version in English class. I’m not sure why, but as a kid who grew up on black-and-white movies, I took to it immediately. It’s one of those films I go back to every five or six years for another screening, one I’ve probably purchased in every format I’ve collected over the years: VHS, LaserDisc, DVD, and Blu-ray. This is the second stage adaptation I’ve seen, following the musical version from Theatre Latté Da a few years back. Watching Twelve Angry Men today reinforced my feelings that this is a story that doesn’t lend itself well to the musical form. As with the film, this is a fast-paced, no-frills, emotionally raw, and tense drama. Coming in at a lean 85 minutes with no intermission, the play speeds by, with the drama steadily ticking upward like the mercury in the thermometer measuring the increasing heat of the unairconditioned jury room. Lyric Arts’ production hits the mark with an exceptional cast who quickly and believably deliver twelve distinct personalities.

Twelve Angry Men is set in a Chicago city courthouse on a particularly hot day, in the 1950s, I assume, based on the set design and costuming. The play opens with a voice-over of a judge giving the jury their instructions, reminding them that if there is reasonable doubt in their minds that the defendant committed the crime he is being tried for, they must vote not guilty. With no air conditioning, nerves are already raw as the twelve jurors file into the room to deliberate on a murder trial in which a nineteen-year-old Black man is accused of murdering his father. Based on the conversations as they take their places around a long rectangular table, it seems like they are all of the opinion that it is an open-and-shut case and that the boy is guilty. They take a vote immediately and discover that there is one vote for not guilty. The next 80 minutes or so have the characters debating the case, with Juror 8, the holdout, slowly convincing others that there is reasonable doubt.

The case is intriguing, and the debate about the details of the crime and the questioning of the evidence are great, entertaining stuff. And to be sure, the play works as a tense, thriller-esque drama, but it is really about something larger: it is a microcosm of our society. Sometimes we think we have evolved and become more enlightened than previous generations, or at least we used to. The last decade has revealed that we are closer to the world these twelve jurors inhabit than we once thought. For those interested in looking beyond the entertaining story, there are themes of institutional racism, racism, ageism, and the ways in which our own personal pasts inform how we project onto others.

The cast is solid, with several standouts. As the two ends of the guilty/not guilty spectrum, David Denninger as Juror 3, who is convinced the boy is guilty because of his anger at his own son, and Davin Grindstaff as Juror 8, who feels that before you pass judgment on a man’s life, you should at least discuss it for a little bit, are great sparring partners. Dominic Delong-Rodgers is exceptional as the logical Juror 4, never losing his buttoned-up, emotionless cool while broadcasting intelligence and a sense of fair play. He holds out until close to the very end, but not out of prejudice or personal baggage. Instead, he is weighing all the facts, and one can almost see the scales of justice in his mind and know that if the evidence shifts enough and the scales tip toward reasonable doubt, he will vote accordingly. Abdoul Kondo, as Juror 11, an immigrant, is our reminder of the ideals on which our country is supposed to be founded. This role could easily become a caricature, but Kondo refuses to be just a mouthpiece for ideas. He internalizes the dialogue and makes it organic and character-driven.

Cory Skold’s set design is spot-on, giving us a sense of the ordinary so that we feel like we are in this place at this time without ever distracting us from the people inhabiting the space. Director Julie K. Phillips does an excellent job of ratcheting up the tension as the play goes on. There is a creative choice to black out the set at moments when emotions boil over. At first, I thought it was a lighting cue error, but after it happened a couple more times, I realized what was going on. Despite my initial reaction to the choice, I actually think it’s a brilliant decision. It gives us a moment to breathe and emphasizes those moments so that the points being made, whether it’s a declaration of “I’ll kill you!” or something else, are not lost in the momentum of the play.

My verdict on Lyric Arts’ Twelve Angry Men? GUILTY ON ALL COUNTS! Guilty of delivering a riveting production of a classic that holds a mirror up to our strengths and weaknesses as humans and as a society. Guilty of ratcheting up the tension until the final moments. And guilty of being first-rate entertainment. No reasonable doubt about it!

Twelve Angry Men runs through November first at Lyric Arts in Anoka. For more information and to purchase tickets go to https://www.lyricarts.org/twelve-angry-men

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The Orpheum Theatre is Alive With The Sound of Music in This Fantastic Production, Highly Recommended!

Kevin Earley (Captain Georg von Trapp) with the von Trapp Children (with guitar) Ariana Ferch (Liesl), (seated) Luciana VanDette (Gretl). Also pictured: Haddie Mac (Brigitta), Ruby Caramore (Marta), Benjamin Stasiek (Kurt), Eli Vander Griend (Friedrich), Ava Davis (Louisa) in The Sound of Music. Photo by Jeremy Daniel.

A strange thing happened as I sat in the theater tonight watching the touring company of The Sound of Music. A wave of nostalgia washed over me, and unlike the typical wave that comes and goes, it stayed with me. I’m not sure my eyes ever fully dried; they just kept leaking. Why was this? There is something about art that affects us in a unique way, particularly those works that are our gateways.

The film version of The Sound of Music was a yearly viewing event in my family’s house. Beginning in 1979, NBC began airing the film yearly, usually in February. I can clearly remember the first time I saw it during the 1979 broadcast. I was seven years old. It wasn’t my first film musical; I’m sure that was The Wizard of Oz, but I honestly don’t think of that as a musical for some odd reason, because clearly it is. But it’s a children’s fantasy first and foremost. The Sound of Music was an adult film, and everything about it moved me profoundly.

For years, I thought the dance between Liesl and Rolf during “Sixteen Going on Seventeen” was the most beautiful dancing I’d ever seen. I think Charmian Carr, who played Liesl, was my first celebrity crush. Little did my seven-year-old brain know that by that time, she wasn’t just nine years older than me, surely a number we could work through, but by the time I saw the film, she was 30 years older than me.

So tonight, I think all of those memories, of staying up way past my bedtime, of falling in love with Liesl, of that wonderful dance, and of all those beautiful songs, flooded back into my heart. I was reminded of that first pure love of a musical, long before I had a critical eye with which to view things. I don’t know that any other musical could have had as deep an impact as this one did. Tonight, I was reminded of all of that, and I think I was weeping for all of the reasons above, but also because I had been reminded of my love of the musical as an art form. These songs are like old friends, and seeing the show felt like coming home.

I think for some, The Sound of Music falls under the heading of shows they know well and think they don’t need to see again. To that, I would simply say: You’ve heard Meat Loaf’s Bat Out of Hell a bunch of times. Does that mean you never need to hear it again? Of course not! And that’s why my fellow bloggers and I go and see shows we’ve already seen productions of, because the great shows are like a favorite album. They are a joy to revisit, and they remind you of who you were when you first saw them. Each production is like hearing something new on a well-known album.

Now, fans of the film who have never seen a stage production may also be surprised by several differences. There are two songs in the stage musical that do not appear in the film. They flesh out the roles of Max and Elsa. Truth be told, they were no real loss from the film. But all the songs you know and love from the film are here, though sometimes not when you expect them to appear. “My Favorite Things,” for example, is sung by Maria and Mother Abbess before Maria leaves the Abbey. Missing from the stage musical is “I Have Confidence,” which was written for the film. Oddly, “Something Good,” which was also written for the film, does appear in this version in place of the original song “An Ordinary Couple.”

The changes are ones we note mentally and then let wash over us. They work where they are, just as they worked in the film, where director Robert Wise and screenwriter Ernest Lehman moved them to. There is very little in this production that doesn’t work. It was not just nostalgia that provoked the reactions I was having; it was also a response to this production.

One of the standout elements is the scenic design by Douglas W. Schmidt. Something as simple as following Mother Abbess through the Abbey in the opening is made dynamic by the set pieces that move along with her. The transitions are expertly timed and executed by director Jack O’Brien and the stage management team. There are some gorgeous backdrops, and the final set piece, depicting the grounds of the Abbey and the mountains the von Trapp family escapes Austria by climbing over (which they actually do in the show), is brilliantly designed.

The children are all great, as is Kevin Earley as Captain von Trapp. Ariana Ferch, who plays Liesl, is a standout. She is constantly adding little movements that give the character added awareness and depth. When she first plays the guitar in front of her father, sensing his protest, she moves forward in a way that conveys a new sense of defiance and agency, it’s silent, but it speaks volumes.

Lisa Howard plays Mother Abbess with a stunning voice that brings the theater alive with the sound of music. The real stunner, though, was Sydney K. Borchers as Maria, who is in as the understudy. It’s hard not to think we lucked out in getting the understudy, because it’s hard to imagine anyone playing the role better.

Borchers is absolutely a revelation in the role. This is Maria as we know and love her, but she’s also different. There is a freshness, a youthfulness, possibly even a slightly more modern edge to her. No, “edge” is the wrong word. She is not edgy in the slightest; she is sweet, good, loving, joyful, wise, all of those things, but without any of the cornier aspects those words summon.

I’d love to see this production again while it’s in town, but I’d be worried we wouldn’t have Borchers, and at this moment, I have no desire to see anyone else in that role. She is that good. Watching her, I completely forgot Julie Andrews’ performance, and that is really saying something, as Andrews is so ingrained in my mind as Maria.

There was just one casting choice that was all wrong: Dylan Bradford, who plays Rolf. He is supposed to be 17; Liesl is 16, and Ferch looks like she could easily be 16. I’m sure she is really in her twenties, but she doesn’t look it. Bradford looks 34, and it feels weird and just pulls you right out of the play for a moment. You can cast someone who’s 34, but they need to at least be able to pass for 17-ish.

Fans of The Sound of Music, don’t sit back and let this one come and go. Grab your tickets; you will not be disappointed. If you are a fan of musicals but haven’t ever seen The Sound of Music, it’s a musical you absolutely need to see, and this is probably the best stage version you’ll ever see.

The Sound of Music runs through October 25 at the Orpheum Theatre in downtown Minneapolis. For more information and to purchase tickets, go to Hennepin Arts.

Twin Cities Horror Festival XV Reviews II: Lumbrada, and The Slender Vale Archives.

Hello faithful readers, I’m back with reviews of two more shows running at this years Twin Cities Horror Festival. The festival runs through Oct 31st and it’s the perfect way to celebrate Monster Month. Here is a link to the festival website so you can get all the details: https://www.tchorrorfestival.com/

Every show can’t be a winner. I see everything so that I can hopefully guide those who can only make it to a few shows to the best ones, or the ones that are going to hit your sweet spot. Lumbrada is kind of a miss. It’s confusing. One character is someone whose voice we only hear, and we’re unsure why that is. It doesn’t become clear at any point. The performances vary in terms of the actors’ comfort on stage, with dialogue getting lost in some less-than-confident performances.

There are about four or five moments, lines, or an effect that work great! But the rest seems underwritten and/or doesn’t make sense. The story is about four friends camping out and telling stories. One example of a head-scratching line comes when one character is telling their scary story, and another comments on a detail that seems very much in tune with the story they’re relating: “Why would you share that with us?” I wanted to shout out, “Because she’s telling you a story!”

I love that the TCHF gives newer artists opportunities. Sometimes you get something truly great. This time, it just doesn’t really work, aside from those four or five moments. But if you’re looking to catch only a few shows, this is probably one to skip.

The Slender Vale Archives is another improv show, sharing some of the creatives involved in Tales of Terror…From the Tomb!!! This one is narrated by the always reliable Sean Dillon, who sets up the show with his opening narration. Dillon explains that the town of Slender Vale is full of unexplained stories and uses a deck to select three words from which the improvisers must spin one long-form story.

As is the case with these improv shows, it’s really about the improvisers themselves and whether the show succeeds or fails. The TCHF jury has its pulse on the Twin Cities improv scene, so you know you’ll be in safe hands with any of those shows. This group features several performers who will be familiar to Twin Cities improv fans, like Destiny Davison, Ross Flores, and Chris Rodriguez.

I’ll be back at the Horror fest next weekend to see the remaining Eight shows, so check back then, but if your schedule only allows you to go this week, let me fill you in on a little secret. Being surprised is part of the fun. It’s like getting home to check out your trick-or-treat haul. My Mummy always said Horror Fest is like a pillowcase of candy, you never know what you’re goin ta get.