Posts Tagged ‘James Macdonald’
Friday 3 March 2017
Give Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? an award now (correct envelope please). Audiences have been banned from eating in the auditorium. The West End might be coming to its senses at last. Hurrah!
It seems like yesterday, although it is 11 years, since we saw Edward Albee‘s 1962 Tony Award-winning play (Best play, actor and actress) on the Shaftesbury Avenue with Kathleen Turner being both brilliantly hilarious and pathetic as the vitriol-and-booze-fueled, husband-baiting Martha. It’s one of the most perfect pieces of casting Phil’s ever witnessed. Read the rest of this entry »
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Tags: Conleth Hill, Edward Albee, entertainment, Harold Pinter Theatre, Imelda Staunton, Imogen Poots, James Macdonald, London, Luke Treadaway, Melinda Dillon, play, review, Sandy Dennis, theatre, west end, Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
Wednesday 13 July 2016
Mike Bartlett‘s King Charles III and his telly thingy Doctor Foster amused us so much we’d almost forgotten just how much we also loved his Cock.
Now, in Wild, he concentrates on whistleblower Edward Snowden, who leaked information of US mass surveillance programmes. He’s portrayed here as Andrew (Jack Farthing doing not unreasonable doppelgänger work) who we encounter awaiting an uncertain future holed up in a characterless Moscow hotel room (design Miriam Buether) where he’s visited by two enigmatic people, a man and a woman both claiming to be called “George”. Can he trust them? Are they here to help him, kill him, or just tease the hell out of him? Read the rest of this entry »
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Tags: Caoilfhionn Dunne, comedy, Edward Snowden, entertainment, Hampstead Theatre, Jack Farthing, James Macdonald, John Mackay, London, Mike Bartlett, Miriam Buether, off-West End, play, review, west end, Wild
Tuesday 29 December 2009
With another year rapidly drawing to a close it is time for the Whingers to reflect and indulge themselves in a little more navel gazing – not our own navels, as that would be even duller than usual for you – but the innies and outies of the sometimes fluffy navels of London’s artistic directors, producers, players and theatres and award The Whingies to the most outstanding ones.
But first our own navels: 2009 has been a year of heady excitement for the Whingers. It was a year that saw them inadvertently whip up controversy and heated debate again and again and again.
It was also a year in which artistic differences reared their ugly heads threatening the very fabric of the West End Whingers, a tear in the polyester bed-sheet of their existence so delicate that a clumsily clipped toenail might have been all it took to rent it from headboard to toe straight down the middle.
The Whingers were courted by the British Broadcasting Company, libelled as “muckrakers” in the National Press, lampooned in song and Phil had his pithiest aphorism to date quoted (yet mainly without attribution) by national critics. There was an evening of confusion in which Phil was mistaken for Michael Grandage and the Whingers finally received an award for their artistic endeavours.
And we finally got the opportunity to choose between the Merlot and the Marlowe.
So, without further do, here are the results of the Kentish Town and Vauxhall juries: Read the rest of this entry »
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Tags: Andrew Scott, Annie Get Your Gun, awards, Cock, Comedians, Complicit, David Dawson, Derren Brown's Enigma, England People Very Nice, Enjoy, Entertaining Mr Sloane, entertainment, Finbar Lynch, Forbidden Broadway, fringe, Hamlet, Hello Dolly!, Imelda Staunton, James Macdonald, Jerusalem, Jez Butterworth, Jude Law, London, Luke Treadaway, Madame de Sade, Mark Rylance, Mark Umbers, Menier Chocolate Factory, Michael Grandage, Mike Bartlett, musical, Naked Boys Singing, National Theatre, off-West End, Old Vic, On the Waterfront, Over There, Priscilla Queen of the Desert, Public Property, Punk Rock, review, Robert Daws, Royal Court, Simon Paisley Day, Spring Awakening, Sweet Charity, The Fastest Clock in the Universe, theatre, Three Days of Rain, Tom Sturridge, Tony Sheldon, Too Close To The Sun, Waiting for Godot, west end
Thursday 3 December 2009
Things weren’t looking good as the Whingers entered the Royal Court‘s upstairs auditorium. The Court was very much in officiousness overdrive up there.
It’s all so very, very strict. Greeted by a humourless usher who makes an airport security official look like Pollyanna, instructions come thick and fast: you may take one small bag in if you rest it on your lap; “double check your phone is off” (a good thing, granted); only bottled water is allowed. Yes water! No wine, how on earth were the Whingers going to last one and three quarter hours without sustenance?
Yes, there are many hoops to be jumped through if you wish to see Mike Bartlett‘s Cock. Read the rest of this entry »
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Tags: Andrew Scott, Ben Whishaw, Cock, entertainment, James Macdonald, Katherine Parkinson, London, Mike Bartlett, Paul Jesson, Peter Mumford, review, Royal Court, theatre, west end
Thursday 26 March 2009
Strange really. In spite of the pledge that appears at the top of every page of this website the Whingers have never actually had the opportunity to tell you whether it’s worth missing the Merlot for the Marlowe.
Since they were born three years ago out of the foam created by the severed genitals of Uranus in the sea near Cyprus* the Whingers have consumed bathtubs of Merlot but their paths have never crossed that of Mister Christopher Marlowe.
All that was put to rights on Tuesday evening at the press night of Dido Queen of Carthage at the National. Read the rest of this entry »
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Tags: Anastasia Hille, Christopher Marlowe, Dido Queen of Carthage, James Macdonald, London, Mark Bonnar, National Theatre, Obi Abili, review, Siobhan Redmond, Susan Engel, theatre