John P. Worthing (Jack)	David Lonsdorf
Algernon Moncrieff	Chris Myers
Lady Bracknell	Deborah Harville
Gwendolen Fairfax	Michelle Matysik
Cecily Cardew	Kristin Reuschlein
Miss Prism	Dee Baldock
Rev. Canon Chasuble	Rick Owens
Lane, Manservant	Greg Matysik
Merriman, Butler	Stanley Serkosky
Footman	Greg Matysik

 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Date and Place:

1895 London

ACT I	Algernon Moncrieff's flat in Half Moon Street, W.
ACT II	The garden at the Manor House, Woolton
ACT III	Drawing-room at the Manor House, Woolton

PRODUCTION MANAGER	Dee Baldock
DIRECTOR	Rich Novotney
TECHNICAL DIRECTOR	Mark Holten
SOUND DIRECTOR	Dale Nickels
STAGE MANAGERS	Heidi Stewart Julie Kinney Novotney
PROPS	Meg Stevens Deb Harville, Sheila Ritchie
LIGHTING DESIGN	Mark Holten
SET DESIGN	Rich Novotney
SET CONSTRUCTION MANAGER	Dick Vock
COSTUMES	Christine Hampton Missy Holcomb, Jane Pulda
STAGEHANDS	Julie Athas, Jerilyn Bramson Brad Blumer, Marianne Gill, Sara L'Herault Katie Monk, Jane Pulda, Mary Quade Roger Roethlisberger
PUBLICITY	Peggy DeJesus, Lynn Berge
VIDEO/PHOTOGRAPHY	Steve Witherspoon
TICKETS	Debbie Bass
HOUSE	Delma Basthemer, Monica Dinauer Jeannie Pitsch
PROGRAM	Jeannie Pitsch Greg Bass
POSTER DESIGN	Rich Novotney
T-SHIRTS	Meg Stevens, Stan Serkosky
SET CONSTRUCTION Julie Athas, Dee Baldock Christine Bodilly, Emma Dowd, Michael Dowd Marianne Gill, Christine Hampton, Deb Harville Jim Kyle, David Lonsdorf, Marie Luers Richard Lonsdorf, Allison Matysik, Greg Matysik Matt Matysik, Michelle Matysik, Jeff Molzahn Tom Monk, Katie Monk, Julie Novotney, Rich Novotney Eleanor Owens, Rick Owens, Jeannie Pitsch Mary Quade, Roger Roethlisberger, Brian Schultz Meg Stevens, Heidi Stewart, Dock Vock

DIRECTOR'S NOTES

By its subtitle, one might believe that this show is little more than a farcical comedy for a night's entertainment. If it were only that, it would be a great play. If you come away this evening looking for and finding only that--that is, a few laughs and a bit of bedazzlement at Mr. Wilde's wit--you will leave with more than many stage comedies can deliver. But some have believed that Mr. Wilde's last stage play is more than just fun, and perhaps quite the opposite of what its subtitle proclaims.
Oscar Wilde loathed what he saw as the hypocrisy of the Victorian society he lived in, and this show serves to mock, skewer, and otherwise parody a multitude of targets. The "clever people who talk about the fools" that Algernon and Jack debate are all one in the same. The ideals of true love, and any declarations thereof, are all shams. Some of the most savage jokes state bald truths. And Mr. Wilde is not preaching from any pulpit; he not only mocks all levels and walks of Victorian society, from menservants to matriarchs, but even himself.
Finally, even the play's sudden denouement is itself a parody of the popular novels and dramas of the day, not to mention that high-minded Victorian confidence that somehow everything will work out for the best. Wilde's own trial and imprisonment are disproof of that. Fortunately for us, Oscar Wilde was brilliant enough to be able to apply such wit and panache that, for the course of one evening at least, we are liable to believe anything.