
Franklin Theatrical Fellowship ups the ante with its high-energy, high-stakes production of GUYS AND DOLLS: AN IMMERSIVE THEATRICAL EXPERIENCE at Studio 615 as they transform the space into the hustle and bustle of 1950’s Biltmore Garage, lighting up the stage with a vivid blend of Broadway polish, classic charm, and heartfelt performances. Under the direction of Melanie Sutton, this beloved musical comedy overflows like a collection plate…or a bookie’s IOUs…with style, sincerity, and a whole lot of dicey fun.
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.
As Nathan Detroit, Austin Correll brings an easy likability, capturing both the desperation and devotion of a man balancing his floating crap game with a 14-year-long engagement. Savannah Stein as the object of Nathan’s affections/objections, Miss Adelaide, is a true comedic standout, leaning brilliantly into the always-crowd-pleasing nasal New York twang and physical comedy with glorious abandon. Her performance of Adelaide’s Lament earns big laughs and even bigger sympathy for the much-delayed future Mrs. Detroit.
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!
Max Fleischhacker (Harry the Horse), James Wier (Scranton Slim), Matthew Hunter Hayes (Rusty Charlie) and especially the flask-sneaking Trayton Kaminski (Brandy Bottle Bates) round out the gang of gamblers with gusto, each adding unique flair to this criminally fun ensemble.
As for this productions uptight citizens brigade, Brian Best offers a warm, paternal Arvide Abernathy, particularly touching in More I Cannot Wish You, while Jordan Tudor delivers authority and compassion, with a nice dose of humor for good measure, as General Cartwright. Katie Webb as Agatha and James Weir (doing double duty on the side of good as Calvin) round out the God squad of Salvation Army-esque Bible-thumpin’, cymbal-bangin’ do-gooders.
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.
Rounding out the cast, the towering Josh Kiev makes for a delightfully menacing notorious gambler, Big Jule, and Sawyer Latham’s by-the-book police Lt. Brannigan provides a nice comedic contrast.
Visually, the show pops with Jim Manning’s versatile, Old Hollywood-style set design. You know those big mid-centry musical movies…1955’s GUYS AND DOLLS being one of them, where between scenes there’s a montage of neon signs and marquees? Well, to my estimation, Manning pays perfect homage with areas of the immersive stage lit with such signage. With minimal set pieces…literally a few church pews, a newspaper box and the occasional chair, Manning’s set design seemlessly transforms from mission hall to Havana nightclub to big city alleyways with fluid ingenuity. Enhancing the show’s visual bliss, Melissa Durmon’s vibrant, mid-century-perfect costumes are a feast of pinstripes, sequins, and Salvation Army dress blues…well, reds. Kelly Scheuman’s lighting design and Jonah Burch‘s sound design ensure that every peak, from solo moments to ensemble showstoppers, hits just right.
With Scott Brons providing skillful musical direction, the band (Brons on keyboard, Max Dvorin and Gus Arnold on reeds, trumpeter Sam Merrill, trombonist Desmond Ng, Dan Kozlowski on drums and bassist Andy Byrd) keeps the tempo swinging and the harmonies lush throughout.
As FTF’s production’s full title suggests, GUYS AND DOLLS: AN IMMERSIVE THEATRICAL EXPERIENCE is being touted as an immersive night of theatre. To that end, patrons are encouraged to arrive an hour before curtain to take part in a little pre-show antics that include a backstage peek where the Hot Box girls ready themselves, a couple of casino tables for a quick roll of the dice and a chance for luck and some in-character interaction with the cast. As for the immersive aspect of the show itself, translation: think in-the-round or blackbox, as the creative team has cleverly included VIP seating (two pink velveteen banquettes and cocktail tables), as well as a Velvet Rope seating option and a Saints section (church pews) in addition to their general admission seating to up the ante for audience members, and to bring them close to the action. Big laughs, big voices, and a whole lot of Broadway-worthy brass make this a sure bet for summer theatergoers.






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. 
Further isolating Kevin, his parents are never seen in the play, and only his Mom’s voice is heard from off-stage from time to time. As the play begins, the audience gets their first glimpse at the show’s only set, the attic. Brilliantly created by Scenic Designer Anna Louizos with assistance from D. Craig M Napoliello, with lighting by Alessandra Docherty and assistant Isabella Gill-Gomez, the attic is easily recognized as both the family’s preferred storage area for seasonal decoration and Kevin’s former childhood playroom/teenage hangout. With pop culture relics from the far-distance 1980s, the attic set design is cleverly littered with things like a discarded GameBoy, an old Chineses Checkers boardgames and what appeared to be a single right Nike Air. But it’s the shrine to everyone’s favorite Country Music Songbird, Dolly Parton that’s most impressive…and I must admit relatable. I mean, switch all the Dolly posters, magazine pictures and photographs covering the walls for, say The Bionic Woman’s Lindsay Wagner, and you’d have my childhood bedroom.
While most of the songs featured were written by Dolly, even the prolific singer/songwriter occasionally records tunes penned by others. Why’d You Come in Here Lookin Like That, Sing For the Common Man and the Dolly Parton/Kenny Rogers megahit, Islands in the Stream are all prefect placed and wonderfully sung. Interestingly, Islands, written by the Bee Gees, is followed by a funny, but very un-Dolly bit of snark courtesy Vilanch’s script.



Circle Players’ Agatha Christie’s Murder on the Orient Express pulls out of the station for two more mystery-filled rides Saturday, January 28 at 7:30pm and Sunday, January 29 at 3pm. All tickets are $27 (including fees).