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Rivendell Theatre Ensemble closes its milestone 30th season with Bonnie’s Last Flight, a sly, sky‑high comedy set during a flight attendant’s final day on the job - a blend of sharp satire and warm, traditional character comedy that’s genuinely, disarmingly funny. Jan has always carried a quiet love for writing, and now she’s earned a spot in an elite program - a dream she’s never fully allowed herself to chase. Handing over her wings means more than leaving the airline; it means finally giving herself permission to focus, to create, and to figure out who she is when she’s no longer defined by the job that shaped her life. But instead of treating her retirement as a tidy celebration, the play leans into the strange limbo that comes when a long‑held identity is about to disappear. Jan isn’t just stepping off a plane - she’s stepping out of the role that has shaped her routines, her friendships, and the way she moves through the world. That kind of transition can feel exhilarating, but it can also feel like freefall: What happens when the structure you’ve relied on for decades suddenly dissolves? Who are you when the uniform comes off?

Around her, the cabin is filled with a wonderfully mismatched crew navigating their own turbulence. Greig, her closest colleague - and one of the few people Jan truly considers family - is somehow the only person on board who doesn’t realize this is her final flight. While Jan quietly braces for the unknown, Greig clings to nostalgia – reminiscing about the 70s and 80s when people flew with style and grace, which in turn translated to proper behavior as passengers. LeeAnne, the rookie attendant, is still wobbling her way through the basics and is convinced the rest of the crew resents her simply for being young. Meanwhile, the Captain - who relies a little too heavily on mid‑air “comforts” - and the Co‑Pilot form an offbeat duo doing their best to keep the ride smooth and the mood light, even as everything around them threatens to veer off course. And then there’s Mark Twain – Jan’s guiding light and inspiration - drifting through the cabin like a sardonic travel spirit, adding an off‑kilter, almost dreamlike layer to the already unpredictable atmosphere. At any given moment, he might toss out a Twain‑ish zinger like, “Don’t argue with stupid people - they’ll drag you down to their level and beat you with experience.”

And yes - the title Bonnie’s Last Flight does mean something specific. The play waits to share it, and it’s worth letting that moment land on its own.

Paul Oakley Stovall as Greig and Rebecca Spence as Jan. Photos by Jenn Udoni.

Rivendell’s latest offering finds sharp, playful humor in every recognizable quirk of air travel - from the ritual of cramming bags into overhead bins to the exaggerated seatbelt pantomime, from the sad little routines of in‑flight food service to the collective sigh of a delayed takeoff, and even the inevitable moment when the Boingo internet keeps going down. Playwright Eliza Bent (The Regulars, Karen, I Said) threads these details together with wit and oddball charm - comic gold, really - especially in the way she captures the crew’s half‑coded, half‑conspiratorial communication style. Director Devon de Mayo amplifies that energy by staging the entire piece as an 85‑minute real‑time passage through the air on the gloriously scrappy Smelta Airlines, traveling from “use your imagination” to Chicago. Audience members are assigned boarding groups before entering, and once inside, the immersion never breaks - we are the passengers, and the cast treats us as such. In Rivendell’s intimate 40–50 seat house, the action unfolds close enough to feel immediate, with scenes playing out just a few feet away and often surrounding you entirely. Surprise song‑and‑dance numbers erupt out of nowhere and are executed with precision that feels almost impossible in such close quarters. As someone who now dreads flying, I thoroughly enjoyed being on this airborne adventure.

On top of the cleverly crafted script and fine‑tuned direction, the cast’s blend of Rivendell regulars with notable newcomers is the last flourish that makes the whole thing take off. Rebecca Spence, a longtime Rivendell ensemble member fresh off her appearance in Chicago Shakespeare Theater’s Fault directed by Jason Alexander and her screen work on Taylor Sheridan’s The Madison, returns with a commanding presence as Jan, grounding the production with a performance that moves effortlessly between wry humor and quiet emotional depth. Up close, we see what a truly talented actor she is - we feel every beat of her internal calculus, the uncertainty, the flickers of excitement, the moments of reflection, and even the disappointments, all delivered with a subtlety that makes her journey resonate long after the plane arrives in Chicago.

Eric Slater (left) as Pilot and Glenn Obrero as Co-Pilot in Bonnie's Last Flight.

Spence is joined by fellow Rivendell ensemble members Jessica Ervin, Eric Slater, and Glenn Obrero, each bringing sharp timing, confident comic instincts, and just the right touch of vulnerability when the moment calls for it, with Paul Oakley Stovall and LaKecia Harris rounding out the cast as fantastic additions who elevate the ensemble’s already cohesive dynamic.

Eric Slater’s dry‑witted Captain/Pilot lands every beat with understated precision, while Jessica Ervin’s off‑balance LeeAnne provides a wonderfully unpredictable charge that never feels forced. Glenn Obrero’s earnest Co‑Pilot (“Jesus,” as the Captain likes to refer to him), brings a lovable silliness along with genuine warmth, a combination that gives the show extra bounce. Paul Oakley Stovall, a standout as Greig, draws on his wide‑ranging stage experience to deliver a performance full of nuance, comic assurance, and centered emotional presence that adds unexpected depth to the production. The ensemble’s cohesion is further strengthened by LaKecia Harris, whose turn as Mark Twain brings a sly, confident rhythm that meshes seamlessly with the group’s comic fabric. Together, they’re dynamite - fully in tune with one another and performing with the cohesion of a team that’s been flying together for years.

At its core, Bonnie’s Last Flight is less about airline chaos and more about the uneasy moment when a person realizes the next chapter of life doesn’t come with a boarding pass. Jan is standing at the edge of retirement, a place where excitement and dread blur together. Leaving a long‑standing job can feel like stepping off a moving walkway: suddenly the rhythm that shaped your days disappears, and you’re left wondering who you are without the role that once defined you. While Jan wrestles with that quiet panic, the rest of the cabin spirals in their own directions - LeeAnne dodging emotional landmines, the Captain leaning too hard on liquid courage, and Erik trying to squeeze a thought into the noise. Beneath the jokes and mishaps, the play nudges at something more human: the fear of losing purpose, the hope of reinvention, and the strange freedom that comes when life forces you to start over.

This design team gives us the feel of being inside an airplane, creating an environment that gently echoes the experience of settling into a cabin. Scenic designer Regina García shapes Rivendell’s intimate space into a compact aircraft interior, complete with a cockpit, a small lavatory, a food‑and‑drink station, and lighted walkways that recall the soft glow of aisle markers guiding passengers to their seats. Saawan Tiwari’s costumes reinforce the world with grounded, character‑specific details that nod to real airline crews without slipping into caricature. Garnett Bell’s lighting adds subtle shifts that mirror the ambience of a cruising cabin or the quick changes that accompany an announcement. And Satya Chavez’s sound design supplies the familiar chimes, the pressurized hush of doors, and the clipped rhythm of airline instructions, creating an auditory landscape that instantly situates us in the sky.

In short: Bonnie’s Last Flight promises a strange, playful, and slightly chaotic airborne adventure - a character‑driven comedy about people stuck in the sky and stuck in their lives, trying to figure out what comes next. The humor lands repeatedly with precision, but what ultimately gives the show its staying power is the heart that surfaces beneath and during the laughs - those small, sincere moments of connection and longing that linger long after the final descent.

Already extended to October 25th at Rivendell’s home on Ridge Avenue, this production is a sure‑fire good time that’s sure to send you back to the friendly skies with a smile. For tickets and more show info, visit https://www.rivendelltheatre.org/bonnieslastflight.

Highly recommended.

Otherworld Theatre blasts back into the cosmos with Season 4 of Starship Edsel: An Improvised Star Trek Parody, the latest chapter in its long-running improvised Star Trek satire. Now in its fourth outing, the misfit crew of the USS Edsel once again shows why the production remains a reliably funny fixture in Chicago’s sci-fi comedy landscape: sharp improvisers, affectionate genre parody, and the kind of starship energy you’d never find in the Federation’s official logs.

This season sends the Edsel crew tumbling through new temporal and interstellar absurdities, driven by the fast-paced, character-focused humor that has defined the show from the start. The ensemble dives into the joyful dysfunction of a starship seemingly held together by duct tape and questionable decisions, mixing Trek lore nods with gleeful irreverence and the lived-in chemistry that makes every malfunction and misunderstanding feel inevitable. That energy takes shape in an entirely new crisis: after stumbling through the early Star Trek timeline, the Edsel is abruptly flung centuries forward into the 32nd century, a future shaped by Star Trek: Discovery. Suddenly the galaxy looks unfamiliar, the rules have changed, and the crew finds themselves surrounded by Starfleet Academy cadets who seem barely old enough to pilot a shuttle, let alone judge the Edsel’s competence. I’m not sure whether the mission changes from performance to performance, but in this “episode” their assignment was deceptively simple – secure a peace‑extension treaty with the Blavakians (I hope I got that right) – and what should have been a straightforward diplomatic task stretched into an endlessly delayed ordeal, derailed by hilarious temporal hiccups, cultural misunderstandings, and the Edsel’s trademark ability to complicate even the calmest negotiations.

Directed by Second City alum Anthony LeBlanc, Chicago’s premier sci-fi theatre company brings its hit improvised Star Trek parody to Second City’s De Maat Theatre for its fourth season. Running from August 9 through September 13, the show lands every Sunday at 6 p.m., continuing Otherworld Theatre’s tradition of blending sharp improv, affectionate Trek satire, and the unpredictable charm of the galaxy’s most questionable starship.

The cultural whiplash is immediate: advanced tech they have never seen, protocols they do not understand, and a timeline that expects far more professionalism than the Edsel has ever demonstrated. With a brand-new captain stepping aboard, their six-week mission quickly spirals into new complications, leadership challenges, and the unscripted deep space mayhem that has carried the show through all four seasons.

One of the strongest comedic through lines comes from Wanjiku Kairu Oliver, who steps in as Captain Reitanna Troi and delivers a sharply tuned, consistently funny performance. She begins as an overly supportive, everyone-is-my-friend, besties-with-everyone captain desperate to be liked, then after a well-intentioned nudge from Admiral Jean Pierre Baptiste (played with dry precision and understated comic bite by Edward Neequaye) swings far too hard into stern, over-the-top authority, hilariously misreading his call for a middle ground he clearly thought was obvious.

Season 4’s comic energy is driven by a nimble ensemble that thrives on the Edsel’s brand of barely functional spacefaring misadventure. While the lineup can shift from week to week, in the performance I saw many of the standout laughs came from Matt Kawa as Lt. T’Pang Gah (what's better than a delightfully anachronistic Vulcan?); Carlos Rivera as Chief Counselor J’Errrs’Q, a Klingon with impeccable comedic timing; and Mike Mazzella’s Lt. Cmdr. James Buchanan. Together with the rest of the performers, the crew embraces bold physical comedy and sharp genre parody, making the Edsel’s catastrophes feel both inevitable and irresistible.

What makes the show genuinely entertaining is the cast’s ability to improvise on the spot with razor-precise timing. The performers take every unexpected turn, audience suggestion, and self-inflicted disaster and heighten it with quick pivots, smart character choices, and a shared instinct for building jokes together. The comedy never feels forced or manufactured; it grows organically from the crew’s chemistry and their collective willingness to commit fully to whatever absurdity the Edsel throws at them. The improvisation feels both effortless and impressively precise.

Starship Edsel makes clever use of multimedia to introduce and deepen its characters, with video briefings, ship diagnostics, and on-screen prompts that instantly ground the audience in its improvised sci-fi universe. The set, though minimal, somehow conjures the impression of a functioning starship interior – just enough structure to suggest the Edsel’s corridors and consoles while leaving the performers room to build the world through play. Before the episode begins, Admiral Jean Pierre Baptiste invites the audience to help repair the ship’s failing systems by answering a pair of questions; in this performance, the strangest gift ever received (a skunk) and the oddest motivational tactic from a boss (a magic trick) became key inputs. This talented ensemble wove both suggestions into the narrative with seamless, absurd precision, turning offhand audience answers into some of the night’s funniest running gags.

Created from a live-action role-playing framework written by Brandon Brylawski, the show uses that narrative backbone to fuel an ever-shifting roster of characters and cosmic complications. Each week’s cast builds on that structure with their own improvised twists, expanding the Edsel’s universe in ways that feel both unpredictable and perfectly in tune with the ship’s legacy. The result is a mission that always feels alive, flexible, and primed for fresh absurdity.

You do not need to be a die-hard Trekkie to enjoy Starship Edsel – far from it. While longtime fans will catch the deeper nods to Trek lore, the show’s comedy lands just as well for anyone walking in cold. I say that as someone who grew up religiously watching the original series (TOS) and The Next Generation, and who never fully made the jump to the sprawling lineup of later shows beyond the films. Even with my old-school Trek background, the Edsel’s improvised storytelling, character-driven humor, and affectionate parody make the experience completely accessible and endlessly entertaining.

If you are looking for a night of comedy that goes boldly where no starship should ever go, the Edsel is absolutely the disaster you want to beam aboard.

Run Dates: Opening – Sunday August 9 at 6 p.m., Closing towards the end of October - check site for updated info.

Location: Second City’s De Maat Theatre, 1608 N Wells, Chicago, IL 60614

Running Time: 60-75 minutes with no intermission

Tickets: $25 general admission

Direct Ticket Link: https://www.secondcity.com/shows/chicago/starship-edsel-an-improvised-star-trek-satire-chi

Theatre Company Link: https://www.otherworldtheatre.org/starshipedsel

"Atlantic City is like a real life, 3D Bruce Springsteen song, and not one of the good ones. Something off Nebraska," controversial monologist Mike Daisey waxes in his new show "The Trump Card." Daisey, a master storyteller, made a splash in 2010 when his Apple expose "The Agony and the Ecstasy of Steve Jobs" aired on This American Life. It remains the most downloaded episode in the show's history. It was retracted two months later when NPR discovered that some of the details had been fabricated. For some performers, this sort of public shame would be crippling. Daisey apologized and has moved on. 

As with his other works, "The Trump Card" positions Daisey at a long table against a black drop, on an otherwise empty stage. He occasionally reads his near two-and-a-half hour rant about Donald Trump, punctuating by wiping the sweat from his brow. Daisey fluctuates between an oral history of Trump, and his own commentary on the Republican nominee's troubled campaign. The genius of his monologue is how quickly he's able to include new and awful facts that seem to be bleeding out of the campaign everyday. While Daisey's contempt of Donald Trump is palpable, he doesn't shy away from skewering his smug liberal audience. He shifts in and out of the narrative, finding pit-stops and inventive metaphors along the way. 

Daisey holds his satire of the GOP candidate to a more intellectual standard than Alec Baldwin on SNL. Rather than bemoan what we've come to accept as normal, Daisey makes a case for the average Trump supporter. He even lectures the "American theater-going audience" for their elitism. He paints a somewhat bleak picture of the electorate, but that doesn't stop the laugh-a-minute jokes of this not-to-be-missed performance. "The Trump Card" is an illuminating and frightening look at how even if Trump loses, the conditions that made his candidacy possible will remain. Actors Elizabeth Ledo, Joe Foust and Steven Strafford will host a special Election Night performance here in Chicago where they will be performing parts of Daisey's monologues. 

Election Night encore November 8th at Theater Wit. 1229 W Belmont Ave. 773-975-8150.