A Streetcar Named Desire

November 13, 14,20,22 2003

Directed By: Colleen McAdory

Technical Director
Jeanne Pugh

Scenic Design
Kelly Dunston

Producer
Frances Burnet

Student Director
Shelly Parver

Stage Manager
Emily Gallivan

Light & Sound Engineer
Mischa Jampolsky

Props
Nora Marshall & Russell Curtis

Paint Design
Laura Rehbehn & Amanda Rosen

Costume Design
Ani Tossounian
Make-up & Hair Design
Erica Chiusano & Anna Vlasova
Publicity
Laura Leemon
Fundraising
Laura Rehbehn
House Managers
Max Nellis & David Wagner
Cast
Blanche Dubois Erica Chiusano
Monica Grandy
Stanley Kowalski Travis Savitt-Kraft
John Lindsay
Stella Kowalski Jessica Rice
Bridget Armstrong
Harold "Mitch" Mitchell Eric Silberman
Eunice Hubbell Betsy Quilter
Steve Hubbell Sam Nellis
Pablo Gonzales Matt Byars
Young Collector Luke Haskins
Doctor A.J. Cooke
Nurse Florrie Bagel
Flower Vendor/Woman Rachel Gidez
 
Ensemble
Florrie Bagel Daniel Berdak
A.J. Cooke Rachel Gidez
Sara Kay Colleen McCarthy
 
Understudies
Mitch Matt Byars
General Male U/S Daniel Berdak
General Female U/S Sara Kay
 
Other Production Staff
Assistant Stage Managers Elise Alkire & Alice Hawfield
Acting Coach Jason Nellis
Set Crew Chiefs Elise Alkire & Alice Hawfield
Assistant Set Crew Chief Peter Silberman
Assistant Light & Sound Engineer Paul Johnson
ENCORE Crew Chiefs Laura Leemon & Jessica Rice
The Crew
Neeraj Agrawal Diana Alkire Megan Aquaviva
Adriana Aspiazu Billy Astrove Phillip Baeza
Florrie Bagel Ayelet Baruch Joe Batwinis
Katie Beaulieu Ben Bergstein Joel Bergstein
Marc Breitman Adam Cambell Sheeria Chaudhary
Jacob Coburn Patrick Dwyer Steven Ellis
Roxane Farahifar Jen Fedotova Tracy Flanders
Heather Freeman Emily Fucello Allison Ghaman
Sam Glazer Ivan Goldensohn Leah Goldensohn
Rebecca Goldman Zoe Hoarty Mindy Kalman
David Lee Andrea Libelo Katie Loeb
Addie Merrick April Nilson Daniel Orkin
Jason Pearson Laura Lee Pearson Joe Radford
Beth Rehbehn Trish Riordan Kristen Smith
Geoff Thompson Jessica Ulman Blair Ward
Chris Wathen Mandy Yu
A Crew Tale: 
Darkness descended upon the land that day, the day didst harbor the Great Communist Insurrection. The Pit Commies, in a desperate attempt to reclaim what was once there own, were planning to attack the Stage Fascists. Of a Sudden, a lowly freshman stumbled onto the hallowed ground of the Communists' camp. "Dost thou know where I may find a tool with which to beat upon the brows of my oppressors?" "Ay," replied the Commies. "Thou shalt use the Crench of Death, which hangeth in all its splendor in the Tool Cabinet of Truth." From the Pit Communists did rise a great bearded man, holding betwixt his hands a crowbar of great stature. The bearded man stood tall like a well-constructed platform, sturdy, and able to support the multitudes which would stand upon his ideas. And so the Communists sent propaganda to the stage, and soon in one in four members of S*T*A*G*E was a card-carrying member of the communist party. And lo, they did strike from the great green room staircase, and they did obtain three inch screws. And the freshman went to the Dictatorship of the Light to ask for the Crench of Death to use to free his people. The Fascists, outraged by this offense against their God, Wooden Trapezoid, sent a messenger to the Dictator. But the mighty Dictator, she didst raise her Crench of Death and declare, "I will not lessen my minions to be the blood of thine field. For our sacred Fresnel has decreed that we shall stay aloof, and not take part in the battles of the lesser crews. Begone, for the Crench of Death Shall maintain its shiny power." He, the bearded man, set forth the plagues upon the enemies: Sawdust, Focusing, Stripped Screws, Bad Power Cords, Unsafe tools, Bad Mics, Sleepless Nights, Dead Batteries, Freshmen, and the Death of the first born router. But alas, the Communist insurrection did not rise, for the Week of Hell had descended. From the land was drawn all energy and will, and it was dark, and the people crawled hopelessly in search of the wings of the elusive Red Bull. Slowly did rise the Fascists amidst the hellish confusion to take power of the weakened broodlings. But fear not, the insurrection will rise again! "Unbreakable Union of freeborn Republics, great Russia has welded forever to stand. Created in struggle by the will of the people, United and mighty, our Soviet land!" To Pop Tarts and Communism, because no proper uprising is complete without a hearty breakfast.

The End