"Good Heavens!" a play written by Harry MacLure and directed by
Russel Stevenage was staged on the 25th of September 2004
at the Museum Theatre, Madras, in aid of less-fortunate Anglo-Indian students.

 

Ricardo Brass carried a major chunk of the script and did a very good job and showed much potential. Nicola Jeremiah and Suzanne Stevenage were a perfect foil for each other and impressed with their sense of confidence and ease on stage. The audience thoroughly enjoyed the comic act from David Pacheco and Reuben Quental and some lovely dancing from Neesha Johnson. There were no flaws, no gaps in the production. What was special about the evening was that it was an exclusive community effort all the way. There was a delightful undercurrent of bonding and unconditional support.
–Elizabeth Roy, “The Hindu”
1st October, 2004.


“Good Heavens!” cast and crew put up a marvellous show—hats off to Russel Stevenage, the director, and Harry MacLure, the playwright.
–G.R.Sindhu, “Trinity Mirror”
29th September, 2004.

When "Good Heavens!" rocked the hall

a review by Bernie Madraswalla

Chuckles. Guffaws. Rib-tickling laughter. This was the reaction as the 3-Act comedy "Good Heavens!" unfolded at the Museum Theatre, Madras, on September 25, 2004. The play, written by Harry MacLure and directed by Russel Stevenage, was a maiden venture by an Anglo-Indian theatre group in Madras.

The plot revolves around an upcoming actor who 'dies' and ‘awakes’ to find himself on the path to Heaven, with an Angel from Limbo, waiting to guide him on his journey. In the process, they fall in love. Adding spice and intrigue to the storyline, are two cat burglars (boss and sidekick) who attempt to burgle the actor’s flat, and who subsequently also ‘die’ and reach the mid-way path to Heaven. Thrown into this scenario, are two female characters from Hell, a flautist, a legal Angel, and six school children who ‘die’ in an autorickshaw accident. All the ‘dead’ want to find a way back to earth, which could only be achieved by a series of complicated moves, finally sorted out by the ‘legal Angel’. A happy ending wraps up the play—where the Angel assumes human form and marries the actor. The cat burglars are upgraded to movie directors, fail, and revert to being cat burglars. The school children are returned to earth, unscathed and unharmed. And the two devils—naturally, go back to Hell.

In the lead roles, Ricardo Brass as ‘Charley Boy Gomez’, the upcoming actor, and Nicola Jeremiah as ‘Angeline Heavens’, the Angel, gave sterling performances. They displayed a comfort level in their roles, right down to facial expressions and mute acting. Line perfect and flawless diction, added to their acting aplomb.

The cat burglar duo played by David Pacheco ‘Number One’, and Reuben Quental ‘Number Thirteen’ gave the play its humorous twist. As boss and sidekick, this pair entertained the audience with their crazy dialogue and antics on stage. Reuben deserves special mention for his portrayal of a mixed-up, half-baked burglar, who does everything—wrong. His facial expressions, body move-ments and line delivery, had the aud-ience in splits of laughter, from Act I.

Suzanne Stevenage as ‘Barbwire’ and Neesha Johnson as ‘Hot Kutty’—both representing Devils from Hell, gave adequate performances. Neesha, in her role as a siren out to seduce Charley Boy Gomez, performed a scintillating dance—fluid and graceful.

If ‘Number One’ and ‘Number Thirteen’ provided the main comedy scenes in the play, a special corner and mention must be reserved for Damien Collins, who played the ‘Flautist’. Initially introduced on stage by the Angel to prove her powers, the Flautist kept returning—uninvited—oozing his way across the stage, playing his flute. Dressed in heavy striped pyjamas with a clownish look, Damien won the hearts of the audience, and raised laughter at every appearance. His slow, overlapping leg movements when entering and exiting—indeed were rib tickling.

The six school kids were delightful to watch. They performed a dance to the tune of "Ibiza", and ranging in ages from 7-10, they gave it their all. The musical interludes by Ricardo Brass singing a parody of "If I were a Rich Man", Neesha Johnson dancing to "Everything I do", and the children dancing and singing to "Ibiza" gave the play a special touch.

Russel Stevenage, a seasoned writer, actor, director and theatre person, in his guest appearance as ‘Sorramlatté’ the legal Angel, was as to be expected, ‘a natural’. He provided a flawless finish to the play, with his easy and professional handling of the part.

The play was obviously produced on a small budget—props and stage settings were the bare minimum, with the burden of ‘delivery’ lying on the actors. As in any play, the first performance is equivalent to a kind of formal dress rehearsal, where kinks and errors are normally ironed out, ensuring that followup performances are flawless. However, in the case of "Good Heavens!" this was not possible. With only one performance programmed, some small flaws surfaced: With the actors not using microphone facilities, at times the dialogue was indistinct. Costumes (the Angel, in particular) needed more attention, and the sets (the backdrops), worked on a bit. Also, it was observed that a good percentage of the audience comprised of the Anglo-Indian community. Perhaps a mixed audience, and more advertising/publicity would have been more beneficial.

All in all—a performance to be applauded. This being his first effort at writing a full-length play, Harry MacLure must be commended for his original plot and knitting together of the characters, making for wholesome family entertainment. As mentioned, Russel Stevenage’s direction showed sparks of professionalism throughout the production. Backstage manage-ment was in the able hands of Amanda Stevenage, Gerard Butcher, Ronilla Long and Marleine Mitchell. While Keith Long and Michael Williams commandeered Lights, and Sound and Music, respectively.

This “For the people, of the people, by the people” (read Anglo-Indians) effort was indeed uplifting for other members of the Community. If such productions become an annual affair, "Good Heavens !"—this enterprising Anglo-Indian theatre group in Madras will certainly go far.

an excerpt from "Good Heavens!"

ACT II
SCENE 3

(light brightens the stage. Both Charley Boy and Angeline Heavens are sitting on a bench.)

CHARLEY BOY

What’s going to happen to me now, Angeline? I know you know something that you don’t want to share with me.

ANGELINE

We have to wait, Gomez...

CHARLEY BOY

Why, Angeline, why? I told you that I fully accept I’m dead. I believe that I can’t go back to Earth. I believe and trust you... You’re an angel... my angel...

(he takes her hand.)

Angeline, you’re the only friend I have here. Please, please, let me know my fate... what happens to me next?

ANGELINE

(gently extricates her hand from his.)

We have to wait, Gomez...

CHARLEY BOY

(gets up abruptly from the bench.)

This waiting is killing me!

(laughs.)

How can anything kill me now. I’m already dead.

ANGELINE

Please be patient, Gomez...

CHARLEY BOY

(sighs.)

Oh, how I wish I was alive back on Earth. How I really wish I was back home to my life... Angeline, do you realise that I was too young to die? Only twenty-five. Too young. Why did this happen to me? Me? Huh? Huh?

ANGELINE

(quietly.)

There’s a purpose in everything, Gomez.

CHARLEY BOY

(sighs.)

Oh, how I wish I was alive again... back home on Earth...
Dear God, many, many people have died and gone to Heaven. I realise, of course, that it’s an honour to come to Heaven... but it’s –er– a bit inconvenient to be dead too.

ANGELINE

I do understand Charley, but—

CHARLEY BOY

(excited.)

Say it again! Please, please, say it again!

ANGELINE

Say what?

CHARLEY BOY

That last word.

ANGELINE

(puzzled.)

What last word?

CHARLEY BOY

You said my name. You said ‘Charley’.

ANGELINE

Did I?

CHARLEY BOY

Yes, you did!

ANGELINE

Gomez. Charley. What difference does it make?

CHARLEY BOY

Oh yes, it makes a difference. A big difference. You were calling me Gomez right from the time I woke up to this journey. Gomez is impersonal, see? When a girl switches over from surname to first name, then its... its...

ANGELINE

It’s what?

CHARLEY BOY

It’s personal.

ANGELINE

Personal?

CHARLEY BOY

It could also mean... well, love.

ANGELINE

Love? How could ‘Gomez’ to ‘Charley’ become love?

CHARLEY BOY

Let’s wait and watch. My theories are invariably correct.

ANGELINE

I’ve lost you, Charley. I don’t know what you’re talking about.

CHARLEY BOY

Do angels fall in love, Angeline?

ANGELINE

I don’t think so... hmm, I don’t know.

CHARLEY BOY

What happens when an angel falls in love with her ward?

ANGELINE

It’s never happened before. Not that I know of. No, I haven’t come across a published case in the Angel Academy’s library.

CHARLEY BOY

Ok, let me put it this way – What happens when a ward falls for his angel?

ANGELINE

That doesn’t happen, either.

CHARLEY BOY

Angeline, It’s already happened.

ANGELINE

What do you mean, Charley?

CHARLEY BOY

You’re an angel, Angeline. You have supernatural powers. I’m sure you would have sensed it by now.

ANGELINE

Sensed what by now?

CHARLEY BOY

(throws up his hands in exasperation.)

Angeline... oh, dear, dear, Angeline —

ANGELINE

Charley Boy Gomez! Are you trying to get fresh with me?

CHARLEY BOY

Fresh? Fresh? Far from it! Can’t you see? I’m in love with you, Angeline!

(Angeline remains silent and looks away from Charley Boy.)

Angeline, Angeline, look at me. I’ve finally worked up enough courage to say it: I Love You!

(Angeline gets up, turns her back to Charley Boy; her shoulders tremble, she is crying. Charley Boy hesitatingly stretches out his hand, but does not make contact.)

I’m sorry, Angeline. I’m very, very sorry I made you cry.

ANGELINE

(turns around.)

It’s a strange feeling Charley. This crying, I mean. I feel... I feel so sad... and happy. It’s a wonderful emotion...

CHARLEY BOY

You mean, you haven’t ever cried in your life before?! Is this the first time?

ANGELINE

(bursts out with a fresh set of sobbing.)

Yes, Charley, yes... I’m crying for the first time in my life... I don’t know what started me off...

CHARLEY BOY

(gives her his handkerchief.)

I think those three magic words that I said did the trick.

ANGELINE

I love you?

CHARLEY BOY

(eagerly.)

You do?

ANGELINE

I mean, are those the three magic words?

CHARLEY BOY

Yes, those three words are supposed to bring out all sorts of emotions in a woman... crying included.

(takes Angeline’s hand in his.)

When I said those words to you, I expected an answer...

ANGELINE

O gentle Romeo,
If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully.
Or if thou think’st I am too quickly won,
I’ll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay,
So thou wilt woo; but else, not for the world.
In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond;

CHARLEY BOY

Let’s leave Romeo and Juliet out of this, Angeline. And let’s get on with our lives. Angeline and Charley Boy. Can they live happily ever after?

ANGELINE

Charley, you have to know the truth. An angel is not supposed to fall in love with a human soul in transit.

CHARLEY BOY

That means you don’t love me...?

ANGELINE

I didn’t say that. I have to report this matter to them —

CHARLEY BOY

Them? Who are ‘them’?

ANGELINE

My higher-ups. I have to inform them about this new development and my feelings for you.

CHARLEY BOY

Oh, why do you have to go by the book? Can’t you be little experimental once in a way? Is falling in love such a crime?

ANGELINE

Falling in love is not, but staying in love is. It’s not allowed. I have to erase my feelings for you, Charley.

CHARLEY BOY

Oh, no! Please don’t do that, Angeline. Please... I beg you not to —

ANGELINE

(presses her temples with her fingers.)

Charley, I’m getting some information...

(her head goes back, her eyes close tightly.)

Oh, no! Oh, no!

CHARLEY BOY

What is it, Angeline? What’s happening? Please tell me...

ANGELINE

Six children... Oh, no... six school children...

CHARLEY BOY

Six children? What’s wrong with them —

ANGELINE

They’ve met with a terrible accident while going to school in an autorickshaw...

CHARLEY BOY

Oh, no! Are ...are they going to be all right?

ANGELINE

They’re dead, Charley. They are all dead... Oh, the poor things... I have to go now. I’m needed. The six souls would be arriving any moment now...

(she turns, leaving.)

CHARLEY BOY

I’ll come with you, Angeline. I can be of help —

ANGELINE

This is a job for an angel. You wait here.

(exits and Charley Boy looks on for a while, then sits down on the bench. A little later he draws up his legs, hugs his knees and waits. Lights dim. Blackout.)