By Lynn Venhaus

With a modern sense and sensibility, local playwright John Wolbers created a warm, welcoming and wild woman’s world of the 16th century in the private chambers of Queen Elizabeth I.

In Prism Theatre Company’s world premiere of the comedy-drama “Progress,” this is an uninhibited Bess – presented informally and not on official duty, although she prepares to meet dignitaries, ambassadors and advisors.

In discussions with his life partner Liz in 2020, he discovered an aspect of Bess’s untold story he needed to tell – that she had a savvy squad of advisors uplifting her so that her regal image would be impressive and dignified every day.

With an uncanny ability to write multi-dimensional roles for women, Wolbers has peeled back the curtain, creating a chummy workplace environment that feels lived-in and nurturing. Straight talk is how conversations are played – even if it would be TMI or NSFW in today’s parlance.

Featuring an all-star cast, these six crafty servants surround the queen in her inner sanctum. They manage her daily routine – dressing her, checking personal care, taking care of correspondence, schedule, budgets, sweet snacks and liquid refreshments.

Local treasure Michelle Hand assuredly plays the swearing sweet-and-sour “Virgin Queen” whose 45-year reign from 1558 to 1603 was viewed favorably as “Progress” and called a “Golden Age” because it brought stability, a cultural Renaissance and the rise of England as a world power.

Prone to emotional outbursts, Bess flies into a rage but then switches to warm and witty. Hand conveys the royal’s intellect, charm, and energy – and dishes dirt with glee. She’s also pragmatic when dealing with world leaders, not making hasty decisions.

KODAK Digital Still Camera

The play begins on Christmas Day in 1562, in London, at the Palace of Whitehall. Sarah Lantsberger excels as an earnest and eager newcomer, Mary, who is nervously introduced to the key ladies.

These colorful characters, all properly prepped and styled by virtuoso costume designer Liz Henning, include Nicole Angeli as right-hand Blanche, a rather stern taskmaster who is also a mother hen. Rachel Tibbetts is the pregnant Dorothy who prides herself on a good job.

Carly Uding is Sidney, who has a complex relationship with her majesty because she is the sister of childhood friend and suitor Robert Dudley.

Margeau Steinau is spicy as Kat, a crusty and blunt attendant whose husband is also on staff. She knows what’s what and who’s who and freely shares locker room talk.

The women are also given other duties to carry out and keep themselves busy when they’re not fussing and fretting. The queen delivers news of an impending bubonic plague in London, and in the second act, the women are relocated to Windsor Castle in late summer 1863, to evade the spreading infection.

They’re hot, tired, cranky and restless. Tempers flare and then cool down. The plague has everyone on high alert, and they all must learn to trust – and soothe each other.

The experienced ensemble is adept at the verbal jousting the dialogue demands, and as smart, intuitive actors, they shade their characters with personality. Wolbers laid out conflicts in those challenging times, and the women rose to their best selves when they’re with each other.

In Act II, there is an amusing dream sequence where Bess is visited by past and future queens – Steinau is Queen Elizabeth II, Lantsberger is Lady Jane Grey, Uding is Queen Boudica, Tibbetts is Queen Anne and Angeli is Queen Victoria. They were all in that elite birthright club and know some things.

The final scene jumps ahead 25 years to Christmas 1589, in London’s Richmond Palace. The queen defeated the Spanish Armada a year earlier and is more comfortable ruling. Hand demonstrates Bess’s growth, for she has marched through the fire, with the help of her loyal ladies – and they’ve changed too.

Director Trish Brown has trusted these talented performers to play well with others in a sister showcase, designed by women artisans, who convinced us of the period trappings and their predicaments. Zayana Brown is the ensemble swing, if needed.

Katherine Stepanek, scenic and lighting designer, immersed us in a cozy period piece, intimately illuminated, with aid from assistant lighting director Brianna Shipley. Leo Young was the technical director, Delaney Plank production intern, and stage manager Joy Addler (and co-producer), along with assistant stage manager Avery Harrison.

Sound designer Bryn McLaughlin also composed nicely textured music, including a lively folk song that the women often broke into, and fight choreographer Riley Capp designed moves for when things weren’t so collegial. Jenni Ryan served as dramaturg and assistant director.

This community breathed life into an engaging piece of very funny, thoughtfully executed theater that showed us how strong women can be when difficulties must be overcome, a timely message no matter from what century.

Prism Theatre Company presents “Progress” July 3-5 and July 9-12 at the Kranzberg Black Box Thearre, 501 N. Grand, St. Louis, Mo. For more information, visit www.prismtheatrecompany.org

This production contains adult language and discussion of adult content.

KODAK Digital Still Camera Nicole Angeli, Sarah Lantsberger, Liz Henning, Michelle Hand, Rachel Tibbetts, Margeau Steinau, Carly Uding, and John Wolbers.

By Lynn Venhaus

“From the Garden” is a clever topical one-act play that deserves to be seen. Its brief weekend run revealed a local writer’s biting wit and sharp observations that were realized by a zealous cast.

Whip-smart playwright Donald C. Miller directed his own show earlier this month (May 5-7) for four performances at the intimate venue, The Chapel, a modest production by Wee Laddie Theatrics.

It may have been staged on a shoestring budget, but the satire had big ideas and pointed barbs delivered by a taut ensemble of veteran performers, whose natural abilities carried over the message.

The three sold-out and one near-capacity matinee crowds got the jokes, so merry laughter ensued. Whether or not you know the real-life community conflict that sparked Miller to put pen to paper, tongue firmly in cheek in this “work of fiction,” you’ll mull over the points he’s making that are far from heavy-handed.

This is not a preachy diatribe about well-meaning citizens whose self-righteous stances can derail compassionate acts for ‘the greater good.’ It’s far more insightful about hypocrisy and personal agendas, pegging the democratic divide between old-school liberals and uberleft progressives.

And how some decent folks who want to avoid drama in their daily lives are unwittingly caught up in the maelstrom. And made very uncomfortable by those purporting to know what’s best for everyone.

We are familiar with the modern political climate of loud extremists, the right and left often far apart and unwilling to compromise or work together. It’s not just at the national and state level, but in our fair city’s distinct neighborhoods – and lines are drawn between left and far-left in the Democratic Party (and right and far-right in Republican circles).

This is an ‘across the aisle’ situation, only it’s set in an outdoor community garden tended to by neighbors and civic-minded people.

You’ll be able to recognize numerous characters as the cast nails the nimble wordplay. They are playing relatable people, not overly complicated roles.

Donald Kidd, Brenda Morrison, Mara Bollini and Camille Elena Fensterman

Playing against type, Ann Hier Brown is amusingly annoying as Lisbeth Stanton, an upper middle class urban housewife that has cultivated an activist-advocate persona through curated social media posts.

She considers herself a feminist but is not seeking equality, for she is a control-freak do-gooder. As the comedic melodrama unfolds, she agitates her neighbors who want to get involved but eventually are put off by her sanctimonious lectures – and her assortment of chic bandanas. She is not above escalating conflicts for her personal gain.

It’s no coincidence her name resembles the great woman’s suffragette Elizabeth Cady Stanton. Miller is not anti-women’s rights at all, just pointing out how some folks take charge and then play martyrs or victims when they don’t get their way.

He provides more Easter Eggs, for other characters are given the last names of Nixon, Carter, Monroe and Ford. Ring a bell?

Funny guy Jason Meyers plays her husband Kirk, who tries to be supportive but is often a referee between mother and daughter. Teenager Emmy, conveyed by Nadja Kapetanovich in a defiant and questioning way, is like oil and water with her mom, who gets snippy and defensive in interactions.

Lisbeth also tussles with her no-nonsense natty mom, Sylvia Ford, played shrewdly by Margeau Steinau. Sylvia, with a deep pocketbook, travels in important circles and is organizing a benefit that Lisbeth is loath to attend.

Donald Kidd is well-suited to play Dwayne Jenkins, a committed activist who is running for the city council, but Lisbeth attempts to pull the strings and back another candidate. Rut-ro.

Neighbors who want to make a difference, but not necessarily get into a toxic situation, include Mara Bollini as Kate Carter, Camille Elena Fensterman as Xiomara Monroe, and Brenda Morrison as Ruth Nixon. They toss off snappy remarks with ease – and can spot a Karen lurking on the tree-lined streets – and don’t buy the disingenuous Lisbeth’s savior schtick.

Calvin Chambers was the technical coordinator and stage manager Ann Rapko.

The scenes are divided into soil preparation, weed prevention, watering and care, infestation, harvest, and dormancy. Of course, these are structured so that people can read between the lines.

The scene changes were a tad cumbersome, given the short time-length and the small performance space. But the sets were simple, reflecting the low-budget labor of love.

Nevertheless, small technical issues – like some performers being easier to hear than others – would be worked out in an encore presentation.

Hopefully, the play will have some staying power and there will be an opportunity for more theatergoers to enjoy it. Because an examination of identity politics is a good thing, exposing how unproductive it can be.

For background on playwright motivation, read this article in the Riverfront Times:

https://www.riverfronttimes.com/news/andoes-society-page-its-left-vs-far-left-in-maplewood-politics-39605670?media=AMP%20HTML&fbclid=IwAR1tU88TYee-aMpt9BK_yUxpL_y2libTFCqj52gq5_jSabftcc009Gvzk9E

Because after all, not conforming and speaking out instead is always the preferable way to go, especially someone as skilled as Miller in expressing himself. In “From the Garden,” he mocks the obvious – and is not so subtle in a very funny way.

Margeau Steinau and Ann Hier Brown

Cover Photo: Nadja Kapetanovich and Jason Meyers