The Boy Who Cried a Solo Show With Just Three More Performances Is Not to be Missed

The Boy Who Cried is Em Adam Rosenberg’s first solo show. Faithful readers will know what a huge fan I am of Rosenberg, dating back to the first time I saw them onstage in the early days of The Stages of MN, in Theatre Pro Rata’s production of Top Girls at the Crane Theatre. So of course I was there for their first solo show, one that Rosenberg not only performs, but wrote as well.

As the title suggests, the piece uses the familiar lesson turned bedtime story of the boy who cried wolf as a launching point to explore Rosenberg’s own ideas. The show is divided into two acts. The first is about 85 percent comedic, with Rosenberg addressing the audience as though we are the sheep to their shepherd boy. This shepherd has a vivid imagination and fills long, lonely hours with elaborate fantasies—like a courtroom trial in which my wife and I (as sheep) are prosecuted for public sex. Rosenberg plays prosecutor, defense attorney, witness, judge, everyone! Delivering a comedic tour de force. But at the end of the first act, what has been light and silly takes a dark turn when a wolf attacks. But is it a wolf or a wolf in men’s clothing? What has been slain sheep, or innocence?

The second act jumps 20 years into the future, exploring how the past reverberates into the present, before taking a final leap into something strange and wonderful.

The website says the production weaves a personal narrative together with the familiar fable. Part of me doesn’t want that to be true. We like to imagine that our favorite artists’ creativity comes from childhoods full of encouragement and freedom, where imagination is allowed to run wild. But more often than we’d like to admit, it comes from darker places. Just as turbulent political times, like the ones we’re living through now, can inspire great artistic work, the same is true on a personal level. For many, creation is a way to confront or purge demons; for others, it’s a sign they’ve moved beyond them, able to transform pain into art rather than let it cause harm.

I don’t know whether Rosenberg experienced the trauma the piece implies, or if this is a fable meant to help us better understand the trauma of others. Either way, it offers a more meaningful lesson than a simple story about a boy so desperate for attention that he risks the safety of his village just to be seen.

I can’t speak to Em Adam Rosenberg the person, only to the artist. And the artist has once again revealed a new dimension, this time as a writer. In one fell swoop, they demonstrate not only that they can write a great show, but that they can move fluidly between comedy, drama, and fable at a high level. Every time I see Rosenberg’s work, I discover something new to admire, another talent coming into focus.

Em, I hope you never stop surprising me. But should we ever reach the end of “new” talents to discover, it won’t matter. You will always be seen. I will always see you.

The Boy Who Cried is running randomly at The Hive Collaborative through April 26th but there are only 3 more performances and this should not be missed. For specific dates, times, and tickets go to https://www.thehivecollaborativemn.com/events/ekfp2ln88d86u7qwotd6ortatym11h

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Hmong Futures: The Future of Us A World Premiere From Theater Mu.

The full cast of “HMong Futures: The Future of Us” Photo by Rich Ryan

Hmong Futures: The Future of Us is the new play by Katie Ka Vang, having its world premiere from Theater Mu. It’s the story of three generations of a Hmong American family a mother, daughter, and granddaughter. It is, to be sure, a story about family, but also about community, or our found families.

Fhoua comes to the home of her mother, Zong, whom she hasn’t spoken to in five years. We learn from a phone call with her own daughter, Maly, who is away at camp, that she has something difficult to ask her mother. We suspect she wants to ask if they can stay with her. There is a lot of information we are not privy to at first, which is gradually revealed. That withholding mirrors a key theme of the play: these characters don’t speak openly about important things, and the script reinforces that by keeping certain details from us.

The secrets matter, of course, but the real thrill of the production, and where Katie Ka Vang truly excels, is in the voice of the characters. Their exchanges, their frustrations, all ring true. The way they talk around issues, saying one thing while meaning much more than they verbalize, feels authentic and deeply observed.

The cast is fantastic at making the dialogue feel natural while conveying the unspoken meaning beneath it. Sharon Omi, as Zong, is excellent as a mother shaped by a different country and a more survival driven life. Nancy Ma is stunning as Fhoua, a woman so accustomed to avoiding conflict that she struggles to reconnect with her mother and seems ready to slip away again. Melody Her, as the 16-year-old Maly, is one to watch. This is my second time seeing Her perform, the first was in Again, also by Vang, with songs by Melissa Li, which I loved, particularly Her’s performance. A college graduate, she can still convincingly play a teenager without it ever feeling forced or artificial.

Rounding out the cast is Greg Watanabe as Unclefriend, a very funny role and part of the found family Zong has built. Mason Yang appears as Aben, a young man helping out in the cooperative Zong is part of and also staying with her. He is also 16, and he and Her share a nice scene in which they open up to each other about their family situations.

A final note on the set design by Sarah Bahr. The set places the interior of Zong’s house upstage, with her garden downstage. The characters actually garden at various points, and it beautifully blends their inner lives with their connection to nature and farming. It’s a wonderful achievement and an impressively executed design.

Hmong Futures: The Future of Us runs through May 3rd at the Gremlin Theatre in St. Paul. For more information and to purchase tickets, visit https://www.theatermu.org/hmong-futures#gsc.tab=0

Water For Elephants All the Fun of a Trip to the Circus But With the Added Bonus of Great Music, and No Smells.

The cast of WATER FOR ELEPHANTS Photo by Matthew Murphy for MurphyMade

Water for Elephants is based on the novel by Sara Gruen, which I haven’t read, that was adapted into a film, which I haven’t seen. Really, all I knew going in was that Mrs. The Stages of MN and I saw the poster when we were in NYC in 2024 and wished we’d had time to see it.

The story is told by an old man to two circus employees after a performance, so it is a memory play. The older Jacob tells of his days in the circus as a young man who missed taking his veterinary exams when his parents were killed in a car accident. With their house taken over by the bank, he hops a train looking for… what, he doesn’t know. What he finds is a circus in need of a veterinarian who can’t afford a real one. He reluctantly agrees to stay on, and when the circus acquires Rosie, the elephant of the title, he helps train her along with the circus owner and ringmaster August’s wife, Marlena. Marlena and Jacob bond over training Rosie, whose addition to the circus reverses its fortunes, endearing Jacob to the rest of the workers and performers. Everything could be wonderful, but, August is not a good man…

The story is compelling enough, and I enjoyed the score and songs enough that I may give the cast recording a listen or two. Sorry, current audiobook, I’ll get back to you in a day or two. But what really makes this show stand out is the choreography by Jesse Robb and Shana Carroll, assuming that’s what you call the spectacular and seemingly peril-filled circus aerial acts. There are some genuinely jaw-dropping moments that you’re amazed they pull off once, let alone eight times a week. As much as I enjoyed everything else about the show, it was those circus acts, and the clowning by Walter, played by Tyler West, that delighted me most. The clowning is so funny and wonderfully slapstick. I loved it, and West was probably my favorite performer in the entire show.

This must be an exceptionally hard show to cast, and to be honest, I think they cast for the ability to do the stunts first and singing voice second. Very few in the cast are outstanding vocally, but none are terrible. Based on what I was most delighted by, I’d say that was probably the right call. The best singers were Zakeyia Lacey, who was in as the understudy for Marlena, and Javier Garcia, who plays Camel, the elderly circus worker who first befriends Jacob. The real stars, though, as I’ve said, are the people floating gracefully through the sky and free-falling headfirst down ropes, stopping themselves inches from the floor. It’s breathtaking.

Visually, in every respect, the show is a winner, from the scenic design by Takeshi Kata, which works seamlessly with Bradley King’s lighting design and David Bengali’s restrained, mood-enhancing projections to create the look of a simpler time. The animals are created via puppets by Ray Wetmore, Jr Goodman, and Camille LaBarre, and while not on the level of Life of Pi or The Lion King, they’re still effective.

Water for Elephants runs through March 8th at Hennepin Arts Orpheum Theatre through March 8th. For more information and to purchase tickets go to https://hennepinarts.org/events/water-for-elephants

Connor Sullivan, Helen Krushinski, and Zachary Keller Photo by Matthew Murphy for MurphyMade

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And Then There Were None Gets a Suspenseful and Atmospheric Production at Lyric Arts

Agatha Christie fans who are only familiar with the 1939 novel And Then There Were None should not avoid this under the assumption that they know how it ends. When Christie adapted her novel for the stage in 1943, she made a significant change to the outcome that most adaptations in other mediums have also utilized. I’ll just say it isn’t as bleak as the novel. Those who have seen previous productions, this is my third, should know that if you’re a fan, this is the best adaptation I’ve seen so far. I attribute that to a uniformly strong cast and excellent direction by Lee Hannah Conrads. Conrads and her cast find humor in the character banter and exploit our fear of the dark with well-designed sequences when the power goes out.

I read the novel in junior high for English class, but I was a Christie fan, and an And Then There Were None fan, long before that. I don’t remember a time when I didn’t know who Christie was, and I must have been under ten when I first saw the 1945 film adaptation directed by René Clair. Somehow, a classic whodunnit always feels like it should be in black and white. All the best ones are: And Then There Were None, Green for Danger, The Thin Man. The great missed opportunity of British postwar cinema was that they didn’t make a series of Inspector Cockrill films with Alastair Sim in the 1940s after Green for Danger, one of the greatest mystery films of all time. If you haven’t seen it, seek it out. But I digress.

Christie’s plot will sound familiar to everyone, even those unfamiliar with the title. Ten strangers are brought together by an unknown host. Cut off from the rest of the world on an island, the “ten little soldiers,” as the rhyme goes, begin to find themselves murdered one by one. Each is accused of having murdered someone, and this is their host’s plan to even the scales. Is there a madman loose on the island, or is the killer one of them? It’s devilishly good fun, with a top-notch setup and payoff. Every single slasher movie ever made owes something to it, but don’t hold that against it.

The show does tip its hand a little in that there is a clear attraction between two of the ten, and you can pretty much guess they’ll make it to the final four. Beyond that, all bets are off. Nadya Dominique and Brendan Veerman play the would-be lovers Vera Claythorne and Philip Lombard. Dominique and Veerman perfectly capture the tone, sometimes serious, sometimes playful, of those classic movies I love so much. Bruce Abas gives an intelligent performance as the former judge Sir Lawrence Wargrave, methodical in his attempt to keep everyone safe and root out the true killer. David Denninger gives a very sympathetic performance, particularly in his character’s final scenes, as he seems to get lost in memories of his late wife. It’s disappointing to see Michael Quadrozzi in such a small role as Fred Narracott, who brings everyone to the island at the beginning of the play, and is never heard from again. But perhaps it makes sense, as he’s listed as an understudy, you want someone of his caliber when you need someone who can cover multiple roles. Also, a nod to understudy Sarah Furniss, who stepped in as Mrs. Rogers at the performance I attended and did a very nice job.

Justin Hooper’s set design is well constructed, with perhaps the exception of the glass doors to the patio, which looked to be made of loosely stretched cellophane. It may have been where I was sitting, off to the side of the stage, as the production photos don’t look chintzy, and they hint at a backdrop that adds interesting visuals I may have missed. What was on full display for all to see, or not, was the lighting design by Alyssa Kraft. It’s one of the more effective uses of candlelight I’ve seen in a show. Usually the designer or director is too timid to let the stage be lit solely by candles, but I’ll tell you, it is very effective. I applaud Kraft for going that route, and Conrads stages everything wonderfully, making full use of the darkness to ramp up the tension and play on our collective fear of it.

And Then There Were None at Lyric Arts is a top-notch mystery thriller for those of us who love a good whodunnit and a slap of suspense now and then. The production runs through March 22. For more information and to purchase tickets, go to https://www.lyricarts.org/then-there-were-none.

Showdown at the Kar-a-OK-e Corral, One Final Murder to Solve Before The Mystery Cafe Closes.

It was my fifth case with The Mystery Café, and the writing was on the email: this would be my last. After its 38th season, the Café is closing down. The head of the agency, Brian Kelly, cites rising food costs as one of the motives, though I just heard President Trump say grocery prices are lower than they’ve ever been since the Great Depression, so who knows what to believe. One thing was certain: a crime was going to be committed at the Kar-a-OK-e Corral, and I needed to be there to help find the murderer.

The problem? It was the worst weather of the season in Minnesota. The roads were slicker than the cap of an olive oil bottle after the kids have “helped” you cook dinner. I made it to the venue, though it was a white-knuckler if I’ve ever seen one. Mother Nature was angrier than a TSA agent without a paycheck, and I knew this crime needed to be solved quickly before the roads became completely impassable.

When I arrived, I was met at the entrance by Mama Myrna Shamwow herself, owner of the Kar-a-OK-e Corral. Mama was full of life, though her sense of fashion direction had clearly taken a turn down bargain basement alley. It was immediately clear that she might be a little down on her luck, but that didn’t affect her confidence. This was her place, and she was firmly in charge. Rumors of karaoke fixing had swirled around Mama like bees around a little black rain cloud for years, but so far she’d never been stung. This year, however, the Ham Lake City Council announced that things would be watched closely to ensure everything was above board.

The news that there would be no fix this year ran through the contestants like COVID through a senior center on grandkids’ day. They were elated, unlike the residents of a senior center four to seven days after grandkids’ day. All of them, that is, except Tiffany Shamwow, Mama’s daughter and six-time winner of the annual singing competition. Tiffany was none too pleased to learn she wouldn’t be handed the championship on a golden platter this time.

Not yet knowing what crime would be committed, I began making a mental list of potential victims and suspects. First up were Sully and Shar, a couple who saw this as their first real chance to win. Shar was so desperate for victory that she prevented Sully from singing, which clearly upset Sully, and seemed to relieve the audience. Next was Colt Yokum, Mama’s accountant and a man with friends in low places. Then there was Iris Vox, Tiffany’s perpetual second fiddle, who she played like a harp from hell. It wasn’t hard to imagine Iris getting as tired of Tiffany plucking her strings, as this metaphor is. Also in the mix was last-minute entrant Jimi Wylde, as gifted vocally as he was clueless about everything else. Finally, there was Bernie Love, the DJ, who opened with a musical number that left me wondering why he wasn’t competing.

As for the crime itself? I’ll leave that to you, faithful readers, to discover when you make your final journey to The Mystery Café.

This show gives audience members the opportunity to sign up and perform a karaoke song during the evening, for those so inclined. I attended a Sunday brunch performance, when the weather, and therefore the roads, were particularly terrible. I don’t drink, and I’m therefore unlikely to summon the courage to sing karaoke under any circumstances. Add in the time of day and the icy roads, and participation was understandably low. We did have two audience performances, both so good that they effectively shut down the rest of us who lack confidence in our vocal abilities. I’m told evening performances inspire much higher levels of participation, and that it’s a judgment free, just have fun space.

The food, as always, was enjoyable, and I loved seeing some of my favorite local performers. Josh Carson plays Sully and does finally get to sing, once the waitstaff had collected their tips. I’m not saying there’s a correlation, but I’m also not not saying it. Also performing are Twin Cities power couple Nissa Nordland and Sam “the Man” Landman as Tiffany Shamwow and Bernie Love.

This may not be the funniest Mystery Café show I’ve seen, and the mystery itself is no Agatha Christie or Conan Doyle puzzle. Though it’s fair to say it stumped me. But like all their productions, it’s an enjoyable outing with friends or family, but never both, don’t cross the streams. I gave tickets as a Christmas gift to the Aged P’s and my brother and sister-in-law; it’s been a bit of a tradition for us, and I’m genuinely sad to have to find something new next year.

The addition of karaoke is an inspired one and likely adds a lot to the fun. I happened to see it under less than ideal circumstances, but I’m confident that anyone who sings, or drinks enough to think they can, will enjoy it even more.

Showdown at the Kar-a-OK-e Corral runs through February 15 at Majestic Oaks Golf Club in Ham Lake. The show includes dinner (or brunch at matinees) and a crime. If karaoke isn’t your thing, there are two other shows in this final season: A Cruise-mas Carol, running through January 9 at the Sheraton Bloomington, and ’Til Death Do Us Die, playing January 16–31, also at the Sheraton Bloomington.

You can read my reviews of previous years’ productions here:
https://bit.ly/TSOMNCruismasCarol
https://bit.ly/41TqaJh

For performance dates and reservations, visit:
https://www.themysterycafe.com/

A Nice Family Christmas Unwraps a Lot, is This Very Funny Holiday Show at Lyric Arts

Kathleen Winters, Anthony Zadra, Lyreshia Ghostlon-Green, Lori Constable Photo by Molly Jay

A Nice Family Christmas? They should probably call it A Very Dysfunctional Family Christmas, but maybe that’s a little too on the nose. Still, “nice” feels a bit disingenuous. Funny? Yes! Delightful? Absolutely! Nice? Not on your life. Like all holiday stories about families, we get the ugly, the humorous dysfunction, but also, beneath it all, something genuinely good. After all, what is a Christmas story if not an opportunity for redemption, healing, forgiveness, and reconnecting with the people who drive us crazy?

Set in Minnesota, the play takes place on Christmas Eve in Mom’s condo, where her three grown children arrive to find Grandma there unexpectedly from Florida… and then their very unwanted Uncle Bob barges in as well. The three siblings, who barely seem to speak to each other, are all in relationships that are teetering on various precarious edges. Over the course of the evening, secrets will come out, Grandma will deliver approximately 237 inappropriate comments, and yes, everyone will grow a little. But mostly? The audience will laugh their butts off.

It’s hard to imagine anyone who won’t relate to something in this show. A family dynamic, a tradition, an awkward secret, a chaotic holiday memory, or a rogue Uncle Bob. You’ll spot a piece of your own life somewhere in the mix. At times it almost feels like a modern TV comedy—one of the good ones, not something from the late ’80s. Add a dash of The Golden Girls and you’re in the ballpark. Grandma, in particular, channels major Sophia energy, firing off one-liners like she’s got a writers’ room in her purse.

It’s funny, usually when I leave a show, I’ll think, “I wish this person had seen that.” But for the first time I walked out thinking, “I wish I’d seen this with my brother and sisters.” I think we would’ve had a blast, and dinner afterward would’ve been even more entertaining.

Performance wise, Grandma and Uncle Bob are such wildly outrageous characters that you can’t help but love them. Kathleen Winters and Anthony Zadra have fantastic timing and fully commit to the eccentricities of their characters. I most identified with Carl, the middle child, he’s a writer, not for anything as prestigious as The Stages of MN, but for the Star Tribune. I especially related to the moment when his Mom and Grandma come to see who arrived and are visibly disappointed that it’s him and not his brother Michael. Patrick Kozicky does wonderful work as one of the few semi normal humans in this family, and even when he isn’t the focus of a scene, his reactions land perfectly.

Giving him solid competition in the “closest to normal” category is Lyreshia Ghostlon-Green as his sister Stacy. It’s probably the most under written role in the script, but Ghostlon-Green adds more to the role than she’s given on the page. As Michael and his wife Jill, Sam Sweere and Waverly Ann McCollum deliver hilariously physical performances. When Michael needs to make amends with a member of his family, his discomfort at doing so doesn’t just seep into the rest of his body it floods like a busted dam. His wife is a tsunami of hormonal hysteria due to fertility hormones she is on, It’s a lot and it’s hilarious.

Lori Constable masterfully plays Mom, nailing every aspect of the character’s many roles. She’s the one caught in the middle, put upon, the peacemaker, and ultimately the glue that holds the entire family together.

Phil Olson’s script (he’s a Minnesota native) is genuinely funny. While it doesn’t tug too hard on the heartstrings, the characters do grow, and we arrive at a very nice ending. I’m now curious about his companion play, A Nice Family Gathering. I’d love to see Lyric Arts bring it to the stage next season with the same cast.

A Nice Family Christmas runs through 12/21 at Lyric Arts in Anoka.
For more information and to purchase tickets, visit: https://www.lyricarts.org/nice-family-christmas

Episode 22: Beware the Phantom of the Stages of MN is Up and Ready to View over on YouTube!

On this very indulgent episode of The Stages of MN Show I sit down with my son Alex and we discuss our Phantastic double feature day! It was a trip down memory lane for both of us as we were surprised by the very good production of R.L. Stine’s Goosebumps: Phantom of the Auditorium at Park Square Theatre and the gorgeous Touring production of Andrew Lloyd Webber’s Phantom of the Opera. You can watch the episode here https://bit.ly/TSOMNEpisode22YouTube. Or if you or not blessed with the power of sight you can listen to the podcast edition here https://bit.ly/TSOMNEpisode22Podcast.

You can still see both of these shows! to get tickets to Goosebumps: Phantom of the Auditorium which runs through December 14th at Park Square in St. Paul bit.ly/ParkSquareGoosebumps and The Phantom of the Opera which runs through December 7th at Hennepin Arts Orpheum Theater in Minneapolis https://hennepinarts.org/events/the-phantom-of-the-opera