By Lynn Venhaus

With its pitch-black tale of love, murder, revenge and obsession, Stephen Sondheim’s singular “Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street” remains an ambitious, wildly popular musical that is a challenge to produce and even harder to satisfy high expectations, no matter whether the interpretation is traditional or innovative.

Such is Sondheim’s reputation as the most important figure in 20th century musical theater and the macabre masterpiece’s passionate fan base around the globe. For Sondheim enthusiasts, any opportunity to hear that majestic score is welcome – that is why it’s often adapted into a concert presentation or an opera.

For their second official foray into Sondheim’s daunting catalogue – after their award-winning and critically acclaimed “Assassins” in 2022 at the .Zack, Fly North Theatricals presents a thoughtfully staged and deeply committed 12-member cast for this demanding show.

Attention must be paid as the ensemble raises firm, emphatic voices to grab hold in the opening “The Ballad of Sweeney Todd: ‘Attend the Tale of Sweeney Todd” and stresses the dramatic stakes in the reprises, acting like a Greek chorus.

“God That’s Good!” Photo by Julie Merkle

Parker Miller, principal bass; Margaret Beekman, principal soprano; Mia Millican, principal alto; and Nathan Hakenewerth, Matt Ingram, Dereis Lambert, Crispin Shininger, Rachel Bailey, and Isobel Ramsey robustly raise their voices in unison.

They roar with energy in “God, That’s Good!” and are the mighty backbone of this grand, grim musical that is about 80% music.

Director Colin Healy has been strongly influenced by Sondheim throughout his career – and has a mural painting of Steve on the wall of the Greenfinch Theater & Dive Bar that he co-owns with technical wizard Bradley Rohlf, so his understanding of the material is never in doubt.

(Fun Fact: The bar is even named after one of Sondheim’s songs (“Green Finch and Linnet Bird”).

Healy dives into this monumental work with the intense drive of Hal Prince and the minimalistic eye of John Doyle, two legendary interpreters of Sondheim’s shows. (Prince directed the original mammoth 1979 Tony-winning Broadway show while Doyle reimagined an austere asylum-set 2005 revival).

Isobel Ramsey and Dereis Lambert. Photo by Julie Merkle.

To create an intimate production in the cozy confines of the Greenfinch theater space, Healy focused on the character-driven narrative, stripping it down to a few immersive set pieces and counting on the audience’s imagination. The 19th century Victorian London setting is more of a suggestion, which is fine.

Clever lighting co-designed by Healy and Lauren Perry and nimble stagehands/cast led by stage manager Dizzy Funke help create a foreboding atmosphere. Rohlf lends his considerable skills as technical director.

Fly North’s resourcefulness with a tiny budget is laudable. And the efficient staging of the murders and body disposal benefits from everyone’s dedicated timing. Now, fresh ‘blood’ is splattered on some audience members, but those sitting at other angles don’t get that special effect, nor do they see it.

The heart-rending book by Hugh Wheeler, Tony winner for this, “A Little Night Music” and “Candide,” shocks and awes – blending terrifying psychological horror with deliciously wicked flickers of humor, some of it campy, while the music chills and thrills.

The disturbing gothic narrative was adapted from Christopher Bond’s 1970 play “Sweeney Todd,” which featured motivation for the barber’s lurid crimes. He imagined Todd as the victim of a corrupt, lecherous judge, who exiled him to a penal colony in Australia and ravaged his wife.

Bond had used a 1847 ‘penny dreadful’ (popular Victorian pulp fiction) – “The String of Pearls,” which sensationalized the demon barber of Fleet Street as a killer who baked his victims into meat pies.

Sondheim’s music made it feel larger in scope, and Prince decided the downside of the Industrial Revolution was that it turned out soulless, defeated, and hopeless people. That outlook, combined with Sondheim’s flair for emotional depth — nobody could tinge lyrics with melancholy, regret, and revulsion quite like he could.

“The Contest.” Photo by Julie Merkle.

Because Healy is such a Sondheim zealot, the ensemble’s enunciation was commendable on the razor-sharp lyrics and rhythmically complex songs. He isn’t the music director for this show, his usual role, but he and music director Stephen Schermitzler created the sound. Greenfinch’s orchestra pit is in the basement.

Chandler Spradling appears as an imposing anti-hero as Todd, a man pushed into nefarious deeds because of his life’s circumstances, thwarted by depraved men. He has a strong bass-baritone on such numbers as the battle cry “Epiphany” and chilling “My Friends.”

He and Lambert establish their relationship with the hopeful “No Place Like London,” and he shares his piteous tale “The Barber and His Wife.” Todd sets his diabolical plan in motion.

He meets a chatty Mrs. Lovett at her failing pie shop and opens a barber practice located above. Their meeting of the minds results in a thrifty use of a ghastly ingredient that makes her meat pies so tasty.

“The Worst Pies in London.” Photo by Julie Merkle.

Multi-faceted Jennelle Gilreath Owens is everything one can expect in an earthy Mrs. Lovett – she engages immediately in her “The Worst Pies in London,” showing off her finely attuned comedic skills and superb timing, not to mention an impeccable Cockney accent. She’s more ditzy than blowzy, more Lucille Ball than Ethel Merman.

Owens has always been a gem on local stages and shines in this iconic role. (At Stray Dog Theatre, she was a fierce Witch in Sondheim’s “Into the Woods”). She excelled at the patter song “A Little Priest” and was wistful in the duet “By the Sea.”

Perhaps the taxing nature of the intricate rhymes and complex musicality of the score was so arduous that some character development was lacking – because there should be more to some of these roles than broad strokes.

Spradling displayed the anguish, reinforced by a hollow gaze, but was less convincing as he descended into madness. Todd’s all-consuming grief and simmering rage must be palpable. His twisted partnership worked with Mrs. Lovett – until it tragically doesn’t. That downfall in the devastating second act felt a tad rushed – we should feel the sorrow.

Judge Turpin. Photo by Julie Merkle.

Haller wasn’t a cruel Judge Turpin but rather a self-righteous, controlling authority figure where his possessive nature turns creepy when he lashes himself over his desires about his young ward. He could have been nastier and more intentional because he’s duplicitous.

Most disappointing was “Pretty Women.” Had the vocal prowess and the psychological depth met the moment, the beautiful song would have been haunting and unnerving.

The star-crossed lovers, Anthony Hope and Johanna Barker, seem doomed, and for the audience, they can cheer on the couple, despite Johanna being imprisoned and forced to marry the Judge (so cringy). Dereis Lambert and Isobel Ramsey are youthful in their ardor and have a lot at stake here in their songs. Lambert’s immediately smitten in “Ah, Miss” and blends romantic yearning in “Johanna.”

For the most part, Healy avoided cartoonish evil when things all start going sideways, and that meat grinder gets a workout. But pile on the menace! With the help of white curtains, shadows and light, they make the ominous asylum scene work, and the chaos grows in a wobbly “City on Fire!”

Matt Ingram as Beadle Bamford and Crispin Shininger as Tobias Ragg were compelling as these integral characters. Ingram, with a bold, strong voice and credible dialect, had to straddle the fine lines of pomposity with politeness, cruelty with complicities and his own sense of self-importance and broad humor. Ingram did so admirably, particularly in “Parlor Songs.” Nobody mourned his fate.

Matt Ingram. Photo by Julie Merkel.

However, the naïve Tobias must transition from comic relief to tragic figure, starting out as loyal assistant to the charlatan Pirelli then becoming protective of Mrs. Lovett as a maternal figure.

Shininger is heart-breaking in one of the show’s best songs, “Not While I’m Around,” and his inevitable mental breakdown. His trauma was believable, after he figures out Todd and Mrs. Lovett are murderers, but the blocking could have been more decisive.

Rachel Bailey. Photo by Julie Merkle.
Crispin Shininger. Photo by Julie Merkle.

Ever reliable Rachel Bailey is persuasive as a mysterious Beggar Woman, and her “Beggar Woman’s Lullaby” regrettably seals her fate.

Hakenewerth is effective as the fraudulent Pirelli who tries to blackmail Todd, which sets off the murder spree.

And sadly, the Demon Barber of Fleet Street must come to its inevitably tumultuous gut-wrenching finale. Whether you’ve watched Tim Burton’s 2007 Oscar-nominated film or can’t get enough of the 2023 Broadway revival album, “Sweeney Todd” has many intricate layers to discover and Fly North has taken us in their own unusual distinctive way to its dark side.

Fly North Theatricals presents “Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street” from July 17 to Aug. 9 at the Greenfinch Theater and Dive Bar, 2525 S. Jefferson Avenue. The show’s runtime is 2 hours, 30 minutes, with a 15-minute intermission. Content warning: this show contains mature themes, including murder and self-harm. For more information, visit www.flynorth.org

Full disclosure: My maternal grandmother and Matt Ingram’s maternal great-grandmother were sisters, therefore we are cousins.

By Lynn Venhaus
Managing Editor
Ah, Purgatory. It’s complicated. If our fate hung in the balance between a celestial playground and a worst-case scenario, how would we feel about sin and redemption?
Using Biblical passages, historical characters, street vernacular, imagined flashbacks and behavioral psychology, prodigious playwright Stephen Adly Guirgis tests our definitions of sin and grace in a bold and epic conundrum, “The Last Days of Judas Iscariot.”
Unusual, intense and penetrating — this ambitious Mustard Seed Theatre production is an extraordinary achievement for all involved. It’s tough, tender, edgy and above all, heartfelt.
In this sprawling and fiery opus, Guirgis explores a complex dynamic between Jesus and Judas that has confounded believers for centuries. We don’t know for certain, but Guirgis’ imagination is as limitless as it is meandering. He is a man bursting with ideas, concepts, philosophical musings and diatribes.
(And cursing. Lots o’ that among his nimble wordplay. Don’t bring the kids. Definitely for mature audiences).
Intimate in setting but big-picture brilliant in scope, the play is quite a winding – and witty — journey through time and space. So buckle up, the character clashes are riveting.
Guirgis, a 2015 Pulitzer Prize-winner for drama, for “Between Riverside and Crazy,” has given us so much to mull over that I felt as if I was cramming for a theology exam. Afterwards, I was exhilarated and emotionally spent. No test. (Or is it? Hmmm…).
But I also pondered how I would answer for my actions, decisions and interactions. I want to be more mindful, such is the effect of this play – it resonates spiritually and is rooted in reality. (Or maybe it’s the Catholic guilt rearing its ugly head. Never get away from it, no matter what age).
Assessing our lives is a natural by-product of this profound play. Oh, it’s alternately subtle, harsh, dark and funny — and more, throughout its nearly 3-hour runtime.
Because the drama’s heft is so daunting, director Adam Flores tackled the demands by shrewdly assembling a fearless cast, all up for the challenge.
His assistant director is Jacob Schmidt and Stage Manager Alycia Martin must have been a drill sergeant calling the show, for 27 characters come and go in a Purgatory courtroom.
Flores firmly moves the 13 actors as if he’s masterminding a chess tournament. It’s obviously a passion project, sparked by responding to the play in 2006, and arranging this leap of faith in the Fontbonne black box.
Previously, only Hot City Theatre staged it locally, and that was 12 years ago. The off-Broadway premiere at The Public in 2005 was directed by Philip Seymour Hoffman and starred Sam Rockwell as Judas, Eric Bogosian as Satan and John Ortiz as Jesus of Nazareth.
The enormous level of difficulty cannot be understated. Dramaturg Elisabeth Wurm had to make sense out of a rebel yell, full of faith and doubt, in a traditional court trial frame work. It’s thoughtful and has real depth.
Scenic designer Dunsi Dai has created a minimal set of angles and platforms, and a few symbolic nods, allowing us to visualize images suggested during the testimonies. Michael Sullivan’s lighting design enhances the post-modern atmosphere.
A defense attorney for Judas, indignant Cunningham (Courtney Bailey-Parker), argues that the disgraced disciple should not be damned for all time, that others are culpable in the greater scheme of things, while overzealous prosecutor El-Fayoumy (a dandy Carl Overly Jr.) thinks a special place in hell is just fine.
A jury will decide Judas’ fate, but not before a parade of high-profile witnesses take the stand while a cranky Judge (Chandler Spradling) presides, with a nervous bailiff (Chelsea Krenning) at his beck and bark.
Some folks are impatient, surly and obstinate about being called to testify. Just because they crossed over, doesn’t mean they shed their less appealing characteristics. Saints appear at random, offering afterlife tidbits and spouting humorous anecdotes.
Parker has a considerable amount of heavy lifting, and does not miss a beat in fervent commitment to her client. Overly is slick, cajoling and conniving.
At center is Judas, near catatonic and inconsolable. As Judas, Chris Ware projects both an innocence and a howling despair. Confused, hurt and angry, he is misinterpreted by others at every turn. He barely speaks, but when provoked, he lashes out defiantly. A sadness swells.
The leads are fierce, not intimidated by the show’s weight. While portraying multiple characters or different genders, supporting actors are integral to making it flow seamlessly. Everyone has a purpose, no matter how random it appears.
The smooth ebb and flow of the cast’s intersection is noteworthy, as each character builds upon the others — the cement between the bricks.
Performers must deliver dense dialogue, with passionate monologues tumbling out of them, emphasizing ranges of emotions coursing through their character.
The sorrow of Judas’ mother Henrietta (Carmen Garcia) opens the show. She’s in period garb. But the costumes from designer Andrea Robb bends periods, ranging from traditional to reimagined.
Later switching gears to become an angry Pontius Pilate, Garcia commands the stage with haughtiness and power, bristling at the suggestion he was to blame for Christ’s crucifixion.
The oh-so-smooth Eric Dean White brings the heat as Satan, aka Lu, oozing unctuousness and evil in his first scene. The next time, he’s a ranting megalomaniac, hurling insults, contemptuous of the process.
Those are blustery roles, meant to push buttons. Other performers shine in adrenalized vignettes, particularly the saints. Rae Davis is a delight as both Saint Monica and Simon, while FeliceSkye is laugh-out-loud funny as Saint Peter, and a character Gloria – and a hoot as Sigmund Freud.
Ariella Rovinsky presents a fresh take on Caiaphas and Mary Magdalene, while Rachel Tibbetts is a touch of Rose and a dash of Sophia in a “Golden Girls”-inspired depiction of Mother Teresa. She is also a relatable St. Thomas, stunned by his quick 180 at not being a stand-up guy when Jesus needed him.
Characters recount their beliefs and experiences, and the play becomes a multi-course meal of textures, temperatures and shared plates.
Guirgis, also an actor, appeared in Charlie Kaufman’s unwieldy film about how life works, “Synecdoche, New York,” and this piece is reminiscent in that it has much to digest, and at times, seems overwhelming. It is a long haul.
Stick with it, and you will be rewarded by two of the best moments near the end — intimate reflective exchanges that mimic a therapy session. Jesse Munoz, with a calm yet authoritative demeanor, conveys a compassionate, loving and forgiving Jesus. Graham Emmons is heartbreaking as Butch Honeywell, the jury foreman who breaks the news to a forlorn Judas. He’s compelled to pour out his remorse over self-destructive choices that haunt him forever, and Emmons – new to St. Louis stages this year – is mesmerizing.
Did we experience glimpses of heaven and hell through this erudite discourse? I think we did. Notions of what afterlife awaits us change during our lifetimes, but will forever remain an enigma, no matter how many years we’re here on earth. Simmering inferno or eternal serenity?
No questions are answered here, but plenty are raised — and that’s the point. But you’ll be thinking about the divine order of things for days. Theology students take entire semesters to explore the ideas that the playwright brings up. We had one evening.
But what a tapestry we are confronted with – through a lens of sinners and saints, friendship, free will, grief and destiny.
The New Testament version of Jesus’ final days has been interpreted different ways in popular entertainment, with Andrew Lloyd Webber and Tim Rice’s 47-year-old rock opera musical ‘Jesus Christ Superstar” now a blank canvas and Martin Scorsese’s controversial film “The Last Temptation of Christ,” just to name a few. This one’s more under the radar, but a wild ride nonetheless, and worthy of attention.
MST’s earnest, fiery effort will remain one of the year’s most impressive presentations – in its execution, creative dedication and the breadth of its sheer humanity. Your reaction might not be immediate, but this one lingers.
Mustard Seed Theatre presents “The Last Days of Judas Iscariot” from Oct. 10 – 28, Wednesday, Thursday and Saturday at 8 p.m., Sunday at 2 p.m., but no Friday, at the Fontbonne University Fine Arts Theatre, 6800 Wydown Blvd. For more information, visit: www.mustardseedtheatre.com
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Eric Dean White as Satan and Chris Ware as Judas.