From the moment the lights dim at Turner Theatre at The Factory in Franklin and shadowed members of the ensemble began their hypnotic whispered “the blood is the life” mantra, Studio Tenn’s production of DRACULA (on stage through Sunday, October 26) takes a firm hold of its audience with a smart and tight grip. Under former Nashville Ballet artistic director Paul Vasterling’s direction, expertly aided by costume genius and set design phenom, Matt Logan, this staging of William McNulty’s adaptation (first made available in 2008) strides confidently between classic Gothic terror and gorgeous modern theatrical immediacy.
McNulty’s version—while drawing on the legacy of Deane & Balderstone’s earlier stage dramatizations of Bram Stoker’s 1897 novel—makes clear that DRACULA is not meant to be the one-dimensional romantic antihero so often seen in television and film adaptations, but equally a predatory force. In the playwright’s own notes, the Count is emphatically a predator, not a lover. That conception is borne out vividly here. From start to finish, this is a show that relies equally on precision, mood, and theatrical craft.
Jay Sullivan is chilling as Count Dracula. He doesn’t simply linger in darkness or seduce with tropes and languid charm; he strikes, unsettles, and stalks. Director Vasterling’s background in artistic movement are ever-present in Sullivan’s Dracula. Not only does he enrapture the beautiful Mina (Savannah Stein) in a spell-binding dance early on, but with every jump-scare stage entrance, Sullivan’s Dracula moves with purpose. And yes, just for fun, there’s even a fully cloaked cape-tossing moment or two mixed in. Throughout, Sullivan’s Dracula’s presence is truly commanding. While he could easily fit the bill of the stereotypical matinee idol fanged icon, Sullivan is never merely handsome—remaining always horrifying.
Opposite him, Sullivan’s performances is beautifully balanced by Brian Webb Russell who gives a gravely controlled performance as Abram Van Helsing, anchoring the heroic opposition with clarity of intent and moral weight. Russell’s Van Helsing offers the perfect amount of sharp intellect and righteous urgency. His verbal sparring with Sullivan’s Dracula are electric—two forces circling each other in a battle of will and belief.
Morgan-Ellene Davis (Lucy Westphal) delivers one of the show’s most affecting arcs: her descent from bright innocence into vampiric torment is staged with heartbreaking clarity. Davis’ Lucy, once bitten, switches from demure to demonic with ease and believability.
As previously mentioned Stein’s Mina is simply breathtaking. As the Count’s earlier victim before the action of the play, Stein’s Mina is as enchanting as she is enchanted. A later scene involving Mina and The Child (Emily Stephens) is chillingly portrayed, evoking terror and tenderness as the undead Mina and The Child form a undead maternal bond that equally heartbreaking and horror.
Andrew Johnson (Dr. Thomas Seward) and Nathan Quay Thomas (Jonathan Harker) each ground the story in human urgency; their moments of fear, confusion, and resolve feel earned.
The trio of Lane Adam Williamson’s Renfield, DéYonté Jenkins’ Norbert Briggs and Catherine Gray’s Margaret Sullivan are tasked with carrying a bit of dark humor that helps temper the heavy suspense.
Williamson’s Renfield is the right mix of mania and pathos. Adding much-needed and unexpected light moments to the piece, Williamson’s Renfield is an absolute delight as he bounds around the stage in some sort of manic merriment. Truly a tour de force making the most of a role that is often portrayed simply as a fly-ingesting whack job, Williamson’s Renfield doesn’t just steal every scene he’s in, he steals it, strips it down for parts, rebuilds it and sells it to you again!
Jenkins and Gray also shine as employees of Dr. Seward, offering a bit of fun and frivolity in their relationship. When (Spoiler Alert) Margaret falls under the Count’s spell, her maniacal side takes over and Gray plays it like that one bipolar friend who’s off her meds. Additionally, Jenkins’ Briggs, when interacting with the bothersome Renfield is quite fun to watch.
On the subject of trios, the trio of brides—Savannah Stein, Jordan Tudor, and Emily Stephens—are ghostly and intoxicating. Their choreography, shifting entrances, and chilling harmonious wailings lend the production a spectral elegance.
Jonah M. Jackson as The Monster (the manifestation of Dracula’s cursed power) makes an audacious and visceral impression. His physicality in the climactic confrontation is bone-chilling, indeed.
Even the stagehands, cloaked in hood black, add to the seasonal spooktacular vibe.
From a design aspect, Matt Logan is simply a wunderkind. As mentioned above, Logan wears dual hats as scenic and costume designer, and his aesthetic is one of controlled Gothic minimalism. Rather than busying the stage with heavy, ornate wooden furniture, Logan has chosen to present a relatively stripped-down set design. Throughout the action, a pair of rolling stair units are easily moved for each scene change by the aforementioned cloaked stagehands, each with a lighted candelabra for effects. More candle-esque lighting is seen hanging high above the stage. Upstage is draped with a velvety fabric that reflects the light and seems to change color as the action (and Stephen Moss’ lighting cues) intensifies. Immediately in front of the drape Logan has designed a seemingly simple but effective stained glass backdrop reminiscent of oversized windows often seen atop a grand staircase in gothic castles of days gone by. Rather than present it as a typical pattern of multicolored glass, Logan’s stained glass appears to be translucent and iridescent shards in a circular pattern, not unlike a spider’s web. Perhaps yours truly is just too into the vampire lore, but I fancied Logan’s backdrop symbolic on many levels. The shards of glass represent the broken lives affected by the Count’s reign. The spiderweb-like pattern, a nod to the web of deceit the Count inflicts upon his victims. The iridescent glass, perhaps a call-back to the age-old notion that vampires cast no reflection.
Then there’s Logan’s costumes. Every costume a work of art. The female cast members regal and radiant in finery fitting the period of the action. Van Helsing’s leather wardrobe, perfectly fitting for battle. Renfield’s asylum attire tattered and torn, but with a hit of glamour by way of some blinged-out blood spots. But it’s Dracula’s wardrobe that is truly glamorous and entrancing. From his first appearance bare-chested, but corseted in black to a black jacket accented with blood-red beaded erratic epaulets when he returns from a mysterious night right. (Gotta love that this particular look gets no mention within the context of the play, but is a jarring visual clue to the most astute audience member). The beauty of that costume not without merit, my personal favorite is yet another black jacket and pants combination. The jacket, from one side appears nothing special as the hem hits just below the actor’s waist, but from front view, its asymmetrical as the other side is more the length of a morning coat. Perhaps another visual clue of the duality of the wearer? Just when you think Logan’s used up his bag of costume tricks, in the final scene Dracula appears the most sparkly transfixing figure yet, but I’ll let you experience that on your own.
Elsewhere among the creatives behind the scenes, Stephen Moss’ lighting (with contributions from Rylee Hickey) is a constant revelation: pools of cold moonlight, abrupt slashes of red, deep shadows that swallow actors whole. Danny Northup’s sound design magnifies the small — a footstep, the soft drawn breath, the low hum in a crypt, mysterious howls in the night — and turns them into moments of tension. Eric Pasto-Crosby’s fight choreography delivers fight sequences that are not merely stagey but grounded: scrambles in dim light, body’s crashing violently (and realistically) against walls and tables, accentuating both subtle and substantial power shifts. Nettie Mae Craft’s work as dialect coach ensures an authenticity to the time the action takes place. Meredith Schieltz and the wig and makeup team and dressers intensify the look without theater-of-the-grotesque excess, sustaining consistency even through blood and transformation. Props by Charlie Webb, scenic artistry by Lauren Walters, and the carpentry under Brandon Penry all contribute quietly but indispensably—when a creature of the night beckons, a window smashes, or the coffin appears, you believe it.
What impresses most about this DRACULA is how it leans into its horror while refusing sentimentality. McNulty’s choice to portray Dracula as predator (not tortured romantic) is honored here. That clarity gives other elements room to breathe: the trauma of Lucy’s affliction, Mina’s struggle with memory and agency, Van Helsing’s moral burden, Seward’s scientific disbelief challenged by the impossible.
The play’s structure (multiple fast scene changes, eerie transitions, raising stakes) is handled deftly. The pacing is smart: you never lose tension, but you’re given moments to breathe, to register dread, before it ratchets upward again. The final confrontation is, yes, wild and shocking — and fully satisfying.
Studio Tenn has earned a reputation for ambitious, emotionally rooted theater, and this DRACULA fits right in. It reminds me of their earlier presentations of Frankenstein and The Elephant Man. The earlier pieces ask “how do we see others?” While DRACULA asks “what does it mean to be unseen, to prey and be preyed upon?” Each, done exceptionally well, move past spectacle into something more haunting. In DRACULA, they pivot to horror, but retain that same appetite for theatrical integrity.
The fact that The Elephant Man and Frankenstein focused on what it means to be seen, to be judged by appearances—and DRACULA similarly addresses what is hidden, what preys beneath the surface—makes them complementary bookends in Studio Tenn’s always forward-moving trajectory.
Studio Tenn’s DRACULA is a production about control—control of terror, of space, of silence, and finally, of life and death. Its success lies in restraint and focus: the cast, led by Sullivan and Russell, deliver committed and precise performances; Logan’s design and the entire technical team generates atmosphere that lives in your spine; and Vasterling’s direction always keeps more in shadow than in full reveal. After all, it’s what we don’t see that scares us the most.
If you’re looking for a Halloween theater experience that is both smart and visceral, Studio Tenn’s DRACULA is more than just a seasonal thrill—it’s a dark, disciplined piece of art. CLICK HERE for tickets and showtimes.
Following the drama of DRACULA, Studio Tenn lightens the mood with a PINK GOES GOOD WITH GREEN: A Cabaret Fundraiser for Studio Tenn at TPAC on November 8. Broadway stars Carrie St. Louis and Teal Wick, who both spent time on The Great White Way in the mega-hit WICKED, as Glinda and Elphaba, respectively, will headline this one-night-only event. CLICK HERE for tickets or more info. Then, it’s a decidedly different holiday offering when Studio Tenn‘s Season 16 resumes as they present IRVING BERLIN’s WHITE CHRISTMAS, which happens to be my personal favorite musical…not just holiday musical, but my favorite musical of any genre and any era! CLICK HERE for tickets or more information.
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At the center of the action is Philip David Black as the suave, gambling man Sky Masterson. Black brings the expected effortless charisma mixed with the perfect blend of uncertainty that only unforseen love can cause. His Luck Be A Lady is smooth and sweet, showcasing his ability to walk the line between rogue and romantic with ease. His chemistry with Rebekah Howell’s Sarah Brown is electric, especially in the Havana sequence where sparks (and drinks) fly. Howell, ever the vocal powerhouse, lends depth and sincerity to the morally upright mission worker. Her rendition of If I Were a Bell, a charm-filled Act 1 highlight.
It comes as no surprise that Brian Charles Rooney’s Nicely-Nicely Johnson is a true showstopper. With impeccable comic timing and a dynamite voice–gotta love that sopranista range–Rooney brings down the house in the rollicking Sit Down, You’re Rockin’ the Boat—arguably the night’s most rousing number. He’s well matched by Jahi Emaud’s Benny Southstreet, whose swagger and harmony work are equally sharp. If you’re reading this, Studio Tenn, I’ve got your Wallace and Davis cast for your upcoming holiday production of White Christmas right here with these two!
The Hot Box numbers are just plain fun, led with style and precision by Kelsey Brodeur (also serving as dance captain), alongside the effervescent Madison Crosby, Emily Stephens, and Allie Spengler. Their ensemble work perfectly sizzles thanks to playful choreography courtesy Allison Little, who keeps the movement crisp and era-appropriate while still leaving room for individual character. With Stein’s Adelaide, the Hot Box Girls’ performance of A Bushel and a Peck (one of my personal favorite Doris Day tunes, recorded the year the Broadway musical debuted) wonderfully presents the flitatious innocence of such numbers from that era.
Where character portrayal is concerned, Clue could be considered a bit of a theatrical anomaly. Typically actors stepping into roles made famous by others are charged with making the character their own, but Clue, a true farce, almost demands that the company present the characters pretty much as those who portrayed the roles in the film had done. That’s not to discredit the actors in any way, but to thank them for brilliantly recreating moments and actions of the film to glorious life live on stage.
John Shartzer’s Mr. Green (the Michael McKean role in the film) is the scene stealer of the show. With precise comedic timing, hilariously deadpan reactions and borderline acrobatic slapstick movement, Shartzer is suspect Number 1 is so many ways.
For The Keeton’s presentation, co-directors Maguire and Gray have enlisted a great mix of newcomers and seasoned performers including
Now, back to the show…From the character’s initial entrance, Lloyd offers the first broken fourth wall as he stops the action on stage when one of the actors misses a prop cue. Carmichael’s Lloyd bellows from the audience and the fun begins. The actress Lloyd chastises for missing her cue is none other than Ann Street-Kavanagh, as middle-aged actress Dotty Otley, who’s playing the housekeeper in the show-within-a show. Street-Kavanagh is perfect for the role of Dotty as she’s never better than when she’s playing it a bit confused and daft. Like Lloyd, Dotty is also embroiled in a love triangle. All Dotty’s Nothing On character wants to do is put her feet up and enjoy the the telly. Oh, and did I mention she enjoys a snack of sardines? Worth noting, since a plate of the fishy snacks result in much of the show’s hilarity when left about, or taken off, cluing the other visitors in Nothing On that they’re not alone in the house.
Then comes the entire company for Mysterious Ways, a hymn of a song, set in the local church (effectively indicated as such by a singular light source casting the shape of a illuminated cross onto the wall behind the action) where the entire community sings of God watching over them no matter. Nia Safari Banks’ costumes are a highlight of this number, for if you’ve ever had the great fortune to attend a Black Church, you KNOW the way you present yourself before the Lord IN the Lord’s House is of utmost importance! Which leads me to the Church Ladies, Darlene, Doris and Jarene, a snooping, truth-tellin’ trio who pop up now and again throughout the show to fill the audience in on the latest happening. Lindsay Kay Pace, Yolanda Treece and Meggan Utech a divine trio indeed as the Church Ladies. Characters I know all too well, for you see, growing up, there were two ladies in the church my family attended who I lovingly referred to as my very own ‘Church Ladies’. They were always there to stick their noses in and offer advice, unsolicited though it may have been. I can’t be the only one who kind of wishes Pace, Treece and Utech would develop their own show around these three characters. Not only do they provide intel, but plenty of smiles as the absurdity of their insertion into every situation.
Giving the Church Ladies something to talk about…enter Mister, as played by Elliott Winston Robinson. As Robinson alluded in my 
Speaking of memorable men, Gerold Oliver is just sooooo good as Harpo, Mister’s ne’er do well son. He get’s his moment to really shine alongside the men during Brown Betty, a song praising the beauty of Black women, Raven Buntyn’s Squeak, in particular. Speaking of Squeak, thank goodness Buntyn vocally pays homage to the character’s name by occasionally hitting a pitch so high that she actually squeaks when she talks, something the recent film adaptation opted not the do. I also loved the quick pop-in appearances by some of the female ensemble during this one, too. Oliver’s Harpo offers not only comedic levity from time to time, but also becomes the first man in the story to break the cycle of violence towards women.
Of course Harpo has a bit of assistance in breaking that cycle in the form of his no-bullshit-taking wife, Sofia, played to the absolute hilt by the gloriously talented Shinnerie Jackson. It was everything I could do to remain in my seat at the end of her anthemic Hell No number. The thunderous applause that followed was evidence I was not alone in my appreciation of the number and Jackson’s performance. Cause here the thing, Jackson’s portrayal of Sofia hits all the notes, not just musically, but emotionally. When she’s strong and defiant, the audience feels that defiance and empowering presence. When Sofia is temporarily defeated, we feel that too. An exemplary performance all ‘round!
The chemistry between Nicole’s Shug and Hardon’s Celie is simply magical. You truly believe these two women have discovered a love and bond like never before.The progression of this relationship is perfidy paced and played out not doubt by way of the director’s precise instruction, but also these two actors’ understanding a care for the characters.
From the moment Katerina McCrimmon takes the stage, she IS Fanny Brice. She’s got the period-authentic New York dialect, the exaggerated facial expressions, but most of all, she’s got the voice. Ok, so the voice might be more what audiences expect thanks to the aforementioned Streisand portrayal, but I’m here to tell you McCrimmon makes the character her own while carefully maneuvering through, and well beyond what could easily be brushed off as an impression. Throughout the show, including more familiar territory of musical moments like I’m the Greatest Star, Don’t Rain on My Parade and People, and my personal favorite, His Love Makes Me Beautiful, McCrimmon vocal range, strength and ability prove time and time again she’s the perfect powerhouse to introduce Fanny Brice to a whole new generation of musical theatre fans. 
Izaiah Montague Harris plays the always in-step and dependable Eddie Ryan, a dancer/choreographer friend of Fanny’s who’s always there to help her with her career and pick up the pieces when Nicky is out of step. When I say Harris’ Eddie is in-step, I mean it. One of the best non-Fanny-centric moments of the show features Harris in a tap-tactic dance sequence. Which reminds me, kudos to the show’s costume designer, Susan Hilferty. Yes, all of Fanny’s period-perfect costumes are fabulous, but it was during Harris’ tap number that I notice a wonderfully clever costuming detail. Hiferty has sewn the occasional rhinestone throughout the pant legs of Harris costume, which catch the light of his fancy footwork and draw the eye throughout the dancer’s entire body, allowing those of us who picked up on this seemingly random detail the joy of watching the full mechanics, precision and skill of the dance.
Speaking of Scrooge, Matthew Carlton is simply brilliant in the role, and it’s a bit of a full-circle moment! His bio reveals his first foray into A Christmas Carol at The Rep came in 1990 when he was cast as Scrooge’s young nephew, Fred. Over the years, Carlton says he’s played a dozen or more characters in eleven different production. I’m here to tell you though, he better free up his winter calendar going forward because it’s official, Matthew Carlton now ranks among my favorites to have ever taken on the role. He’s in good company, too, considering Sir Michael Caine’s Scrooge from The Muppet Christmas Carol tops the list! What’s interesting about Carlton’s performance is, it’s all-encompassing. Yes, he can mean-mug with the best of them, but the scene that struck me most, and may or may not have made my eyes sweat takes place during a party when Scrooge is transported back in time by Kris Sidberry’s beautiful Ghost of Christmas Past. In the scene, Carlton’s Scrooge sees his beloved Belle (Ivory Bodnar) enjoying the merriment of a dance with fellow holiday revelers. Caught up in the moment, but forgetting that he’s only a shadow presence, Scrooge attempts to join in the fun, getting caught at one point in the center of a quartet of dancers. Of course unseen because he isn’t actually there in his present form, he’s ignored as the dancers continue moving about without him. Within just a few minutes as this scene plays out, Carlton, under the keen direction of Brewer, runs the gamut of emotion from excitement to regret and sadness. Being a self-confessed Scrooge myself, I was a puddle. 
You know you’re a great actor when just a projection of your face can elicit an internal squee. That’s the exact reaction when another longtime Nashville favorite, Brian Webb Russell’s face appeared on Scrooge’s door as the “dead to begin with” Jacob Marley. In an early scene, when Marley visits Scrooge to warn him of the coming visitors, Russell’s Marley rattles his chains as he floats about the room. More fanciful than frightening, a joy to watch. He’s equally enjoyable when paired with Deb Meeks (making her Rep debut) as a rather boisterous party-goer who’s husband (Russell) is partaking of a few too many Christmas ‘spirits’ of his own. These two need to be paired together more!
Can’t talk about A Christmas Carol without talking about the Spirits. Mentioned above, Kris Sidberry, making her Nashville Rep debut, is simply magical as Ghost of Christmas Past. Delightful, sweet and fun…all the things we think of most when we remember the past are personified in Sidberry’s performance. She doesn’t just shine in her performance, she sparkles. In part, thanks to Costumer Designer, Melissa Durmon’s literally and figuratively glowing gown!
Brian Charles Rooney, seen last holiday season as Buddy the Elf in Nashville Rep’s Elf, is larger than life as Ghost of Christmas Present, and what a present his performance is. Towering above Carlton’s Scrooge (did I see light-up disco platforms under Rooney’s velvet robe?) Rooney’s Ghost of Christmas Present is cheeky, loud and bossy. Everything you could wish for in a ghost guide. Again, kudos to Durmon, and added kudos to her and her wig department team for transforming Rooney into an almost unrecognizable bacchanalian party god with flowing ginger locks and beard. Didn’t think I was into scruffy gingers, but you never know. As mentioned previously, Rooney is among those featured throughout the action as a caroler. I have it on good authority he had been dealing with a bit of laryngitis during the opening days of the show. All I know is, if that’s Rooney with laryngitis, belting out and hitting those unfathomable soprano-high notes, the rest of the run the audiences were in for a treat.
Round out the ghostly trio is Ben Friesen as Ghost of Christmas Future. Even though the show is about to enter its final week at the time of this review being posted, I’m a staunch believer that spoilers do just that…they spoil aspects of shows that are meant to surprise and entertain. To that end, Friesen’s Ghost of Christmas Future definitely delivers. Visually hauntingly brilliant and looming large, Friesen’s appearance is definitely a powerful one. Suffice it to say, his performances a Ghost of Christmas Future would no doubt make Jim Henson proud..and that’s as much of a spoiler as you’ll get from me. Not to fret though, he’s also featured throughout the show, most notably as Dick Wilkins, a friend and colleague of younger Scrooge. 
The entire cast is filled with great supporting performances. Mention should be made of Max Fleischhacker as Scrooge’s Nephew Fred, Ethan H. Jones as Mr. Blakeley, Abby Hopper as Alice Cratchit, Alex Hillaker as Henry Cratchit, David Long III as Peter Cratchit, Shelby Talbert as Martha Cratchit, Elle Wesley as Belinda Cratchit, Caroline Henry as Alice Cratchit and Emily Hooper and David Matthew Clark (on alternate nights) each sharing the role as Tiny Tim.