Spring Play: "Arsenic and Old Lace"
7 p.m. curtain each evening
Box Office opens at 6 p.m., doors at 6:30
All tickets $10, general admission
"New York is hectic on the eve of World War II, but in the stately Brewster home, Victorian manners are still in fashion. Abby and Martha Brewster, ladies of refinement, take pride in having even the most casual guest to tea in their parlor; and if that guest should expire, the window seat provides for impromptu storage. But it’s not the tea that does it—when spiked with their signature blend of arsenic, strychnine, and cyanide, tea “has a distinct odor,” Martha explains to her distraught nephew Mortimer. No, it’s the Brewster sisters’ homemade elderberry wine that conceals the taste of the poison and sends lonely gentlemen callers (12, so far) into the hereafter—and the cellar, where enthusiastic nephew Teddy channels President Roosevelt by digging a new lock for the Panama Canal as a final resting place. What’s poor Mortimer to do? His sweetheart’s on her way over and his aunts have a disconcerting habit of murdering visitors. But his problems are just beginning: his black-sheep brother Jonathan turns up on the lam, with crooked plastic surgeon Dr. Einstein and another dead body in tow. With Grandfather Brewster’s laboratory upstairs—the old man “always used to have a cadaver or two around the house”—Jonathan’s convinced that his childhood home is the perfect place to set up operations. The first order of business? Re-do his face, which Einstein drunkenly carved into the spitting image of Frankenstein actor Boris Karloff. With two fresh bodies and only one empty grave in the basement, the sleepy Brewster house gets pretty crowded, even before the police show up to discuss the finer points of playwriting with Mortimer. The comic mayhem of Arsenic & Old Lace, Joseph Kesselring’s most famous play, has made it a true classic. Much like Abby and Martha’s secret recipe, the combination of screwball comedy and gothic chills is a potent mix, sure to send a few delicious shivers up your spine—but don’t worry, we promise you won’t die laughing."