By Lynn Venhaus

A comfortable slice of life, “Johnnie Taylor is Gone” is part nostalgia trip and part character study with a pleasant panoply of St. Louis cultural references and distinct personalities that draw one into a recognizable old-timey stomping ground.

Gregory S Carr’s warm-hearted and engaging original play is set in a cozy neighborhood hangout, the fictional Golden Zodiac Lounge, which was patterned after a real north city gathering spot. This is where regulars discuss current events, their personal relationships and philosophies on life, all while enjoying a beer and plunking change in the jukebox.

The time is a few years into the Millennium, and change is inevitable in many ways in this natural setting. Owner Will Strong is a man who likes things the way they are, and because he is set in his ways, resists modernizing and catering to a younger clientele. He is fond of an over 30 crowd, although an update would help the bar stay solvent.

As embodied by virtuoso Archie Coleman, Strong is a caring father figure and stubborn proprietor who clings to his heritage. His prized possession is his vintage jukebox that only plays R&B classics and soul singers.

A popular artist, Johnnie Taylor, once visited the bar, and his picture hangs prominently on the wall. .He represents an era that Strong most identifies with, and he doesn’t want the soundtrack of his life forgotten. Taylor, best known for four chart-topping hits including 1979’s “Disco Lady,” died in 2000.

The Chicago blues legend Koko Taylor is also a favorite. Retro tunes are played, and people dance down memory lane, evoking fond memories. A song is often used to shift a mood, too.

In addition to the familiar patrons – everyone knows their names – there is a changing cultural dynamic.

A flashy, hip and imposing young guy, called Jay-G, also known as Jiggy, struts in, projecting major attitude, and is eager to purchase the bar and turn it into a hip-hop club. He is not subtle, putting pressure on Strong, talking big ideas and appearing to live large. As the not-as-smooth-operator as he thinks he is, Sequoi Edwards nails this part.

He’s also involved with someone that has a complicated character arc best not spoiled, but Wanda is a flighty younger woman (Arriel Cummings). Generational clashes figure into the storyline.

Standing out are two of the bar’s employees – the streetwise hostess and world-weary Annie, who can be alternately sassy and sweet, and is fully realized by Mardra Thomas, and the cheery, lovable bartender Bette, played by the cheery and lovable LaWanda Jackson, who just brightens every scene she’s in, oozing optimism and hope.

They smoothly interact with customers like they’ve been working there for years. The patrons enjoying each other’s company include Jeremy Thomas as Pace, a barfly whose wife Myrtle is always calling the landline with grocery lists and checking up on where he is, Juan Smith as opinionated fixture Bruh and Jaz Tucker as a nice-guy delivery man Bud. Talk includes sports, music, art, politics, religion and current events.

In brief but memorable turns, veteran Don McClendon looks dapper in a bright yellow suit and fancy green hat as a church pastor called Churchill and Ieshah Edwards as helpful beat cop Judy, looking out for the welfare of her turf.

The bar has such a lively feeling that you know exactly what kind of place it is, having no doubt entered the door of similar establishments, where the staff knows drink orders and there is always something to talk about, whether it’s criticizing Cardinals manager Tony LaRussa or bringing up people who live in the vicinity. That’s a charming aspect of this 2-hour, 15-minute show.

Another delight is listening to the golden oldies that play. The music is integral to the whole experience and is part of the show’s vibe. Sound designer Darrious Varner has curated an interesting list of tunes, which add authenticity. He also assembled the costumes.

While its heart is in the right place and one applauds their ambition, Aquarian Rising Productions is a fledgling professional theater group that strives to represent black voices and black experiences, and their enthusiasm is contagious.

Because they are so new, this is a very low-budget production that is obviously a labor of love. Some of the technical issues – sound and lights, especially – are problematic. It is often hard to hear characters, which is a shame because Carr has a flair for writing witty dialogue and the local references are fun to hear.

The venue is the Jefferson Avenue Mission, a former old church, so the audience sits in pews, and the small stage provides limited space for some of the action. Wiring for microphones and lights hit some snags opening weekend. Hopefully as the company grows and flourishes, the stagecraft elements will be stronger, for they’re off to a good start with quality performances and eager creatives.

The director is veteran actress and artist Thomasina Clarke, who is Jaz Tucker’s mother. Tucker not only is in the ensemble, but is the group’s founder. Clarke also wore several hats – designing a functional set for easy interaction, despite the limitations, giving everyone maximum visibility when sharing their story.

You’ll recognize these characters, and this place, feel the community spirit, and enjoy a sentimental journey. The conflicts and crises that make up the dramatic elements are quickly resolved, in some ways you don’t expect, and you’ll want to root for everyone to do better as time marches on.

Aquarian Rising Productions presents “Johnnie Taylor is Gone” from April 25 to May 4, with performances Fridays and Saturdays at 7 p.m. and Sundays at 4 p.m. at the Jefferson Avenue Mission, 2241 Jefferson, in the Fox Park neighborhood. For more information: www.jamstl.org.

By Lynn Venhaus

Featuring an indelible performance by Naima Randolph as the traumatized Catharine Holly in an impeccably staged “Suddenly Last Summer,” this year’s Tennessee Williams Festival St. Louis’ centerpiece created a vivid atmospheric contemplation on mental health, homophobia, and the truth.

These topics often associated with the playwright are still thought-provoking in contemporary times, some 66 years after he wrote it in New York City and first presented off-Broadway in 1958 as a 90-minute one-act, double-billed with “Something Unspoken.”

One of Williams’ most haunting and lyrical works, “Suddenly Last Summer” is best known for the melodramatic 1959 movie starring three future legends –Elizabeth Taylor as Cathy and Katherine Hepburn as Violent Venable, both Oscar-nominated for their performances, and Montgomery Clift as Dr. “Sugar,” and those shadows loom large.

The screenplay, a Williams’ collaboration with Gore Vidal, differs from the play in opening it up to show scenes at the beach, and other scenes, characters, and subplots were added. This being through a ‘50s lens, they had to remove explicit references to homosexuality. It’s a different world today in terms of taboos, although people still use each other, and issues raised persist.

Lisa Terejo by Suzy Gorman

However dated the material, director Tim Ocel doesn’t downplay the inferences. He is a master at interpreting Williams’ artistry, making it relatable for a modern audience.

Along with producer Carrie Houk, a master caster and the festival’s executive producer, he has put together a powerhouse ensemble, who brings to life many dark elements of human nature – including greed, deception, delusion, desire, desperation, and dominance.

Just as he did in a stunning “A Streetcar Named Desire” in 2018 and meticulous “The Night of the Iguana” in 2019, both at The Grandel, Ocel’s retelling is fresh and visionary, emphasizing the horror of a tragic death that is framed like a fascinating murder mystery and gripping courtroom drama.

Oh, what a tangled web we find the Venable family in when they reinforce lies over truth. At the domineering matriarch’s mansion in the affluent Garden District of New Orleans in 1936, brain surgeon Dr. Cukrowicz, aka “Dr. Sugar,” is summoned there to review her niece’s case.

Through her wealth, the bitter Violet hopes to keep Cathy institutionalized and have a lobotomy performed, so that a scandalous family secret won’t be exposed. She has kept her in a private mental asylum since she returned from Europe.

Violet’s cherished son, Sebastian, a closeted gay poet, has been brutally killed while on vacation in Spain, accompanied by his cousin instead of Mommie dearest. The circumstances are unclear, and no one believes Cathy’s horrific account. Locked away against her will, she has been further victimized by her treatment. Now, she can not only reveal the ugly truth but be spared more damage.

Randolph is spellbinding as she recounts the details of a summer holiday at Cabeza de Lobo to those assembled, led by an always stellar Bradley Tejeda as Dr. Sugar, who skillfully guides the proceedings as he gently probes a vulnerable and broken Cathy.

Cathy knows she is being manipulated, and after being injected with a truth serum, weaves a riveting account of being a decoy to attract young boys for the predatory Sebastian’s exploitation. She was used just like they were, but instead of earning sympathy, she’s trying to be suppressed by everyone.

Photo by Suzy Gorman

Dr. Sugar’s not entirely convinced Cathy is insane, but at stake is a large donation to his psychiatric research from Mrs. Venable.

Tejeda, brilliant as Tom in 2021’s outdoor “The Glass Menagerie” and comical as Alvaro in last year’s “The Rose Tattoo,” is cool and calm in a crisp white suit, fully aware of the evil in the Venable’s jungle-garden, where his interrogation takes place.

Lisa Tejero deftly commands the stage as the controlling Mama Bear who makes her late husband’s family feel small in her presence, ready to pounce on those she considers duplicitous and weak. She will do whatever it takes to preserve her son’s legacy, even if it is fiction.

Clad in black and using a cane as a scepter, Tejero displays cunning in all interactions, as well as impatience and aggravation when things don’t go her way. She also conveys selfishness, an appalling lack of civility as a socialite and less-than-gracious hostess.

Cathy’s mother and brother, Mrs. Holly and George, eager to not have anything interfere with the $100,000 inheritance bequeathed by Sebastian in his will, are trying not to act anxious, but their true colors emerge. Rengin Altay as the fretful in-law, and Harrison Farmer, as her ambitious son, comfortably service Williams’ script in these stock characters.

In other supporting roles are Bethany Barr as Violet’s accommodating assistant Miss Foxhill, and Ieshah Edwards as the not-so-compassionate Sister Felicity.

Of course, Williams would name characters Venable and Felicity, as he mines his life for a sad exploration of horrible human behavior.

Photo by Suzy Gorman

The production team has enhanced the Southern gothic moods, with captivating lighting design by Matthew McCarthy, evocative set design by James Wolk, and polished period costume design by Dottie Marshall Englis. Henry Palkes’ original music score, this third for TWSTL, adds so much texture to these productions.

What is missing in Williams’ play is the protagonist, and it is up to the cast to flesh out Sebastian, and all his contradictions, through the filters of his mother and cousin. The actors conjure up graphic images through their ability to craft a portrait through language.

Many of Williams’ tortured soul characters face moral dilemmas, either as prey or predator, to survive in an unforgiving world. Randolph’s unnerving portrait of a victim shatters the norms, which is what Williams so often does.

While her performance leaves a lasting impression, that’s not the only memorable aspect. The nuance and craft have left their mark on this eighth annual festival, which continually surprises with new ways and different angles to Williams’ storytelling.

The Tennessee Williams Festival St. Louis presents “Suddenly Last Summer” Sept. 7 – 17, with Thursday through Saturday performances at 7:30 p.m. and Sunday matinees at 3 p.m. in the Catherine B. Berges Theatre at COCA, University City. For more information, visit www.twstl.org

Photos by Suzy Gorman

Bradley Tejeda by Suzy Gorman