“If your poor parents are reduced to crawling around the house on calloused feet, well, in my book, you’re not even fit for pig fodder!”
“Timmy O’Leary… Cleanliness.”
Maxine Peake as Hamlet at the Royal Exchange Theatre (2014) #5
Cillian and Stephen Rea on the Pat Kenny Show today in advance of Ballyturk’s opening in Dublin tonight.
At 4:00 an excerpt from Ballyturk and Cillian’s impersonation of a crow — feckin yellow! And at 10:15 a discussion about whether the eyes were the reason he didn’t get the role of Batman.
A great anecdote about the very first performance of Misterman at the Galway Arts Festival (and it makes me love Enda Walsh even more for it):
It was last summer in Galway, Ireland, and the actor Cillian Murphy had just delivered the final line of the first preview of “Misterman,” an emotional wringer of a one-man play in which his character goes spectacularly off the rails. But when the lights went out, the theater was flooded, not with applause but with silence.
Mr. Murphy was flooded with panic. “Well, that’s it,” he thought. “They hate it.”
The spell was finally broken after several ominous moments by the sound of one man clapping (it was the playwright, Enda Walsh, but still). The rest of the audience, immobilized, it seemed, by the power of the work, jolted awake and gave the performance a standing ovation. New York Times, 2011
Maxine Peake as Hamlet (Production Photos) - Credit [x]
Can we talk about these glasses for minute. Because Misterman/Thomas Magill doesn’t wear glasses so why does Murphy have them on in 2 of the photos from this photoshoot? In a radio interview in Feb, he said he wears glasses. Are these his real ones then? But why were they left on for the shoot?
Oh and ofc, RUN ROGER RUN! This ain’t gonna end well. :C
But I do think it is their husbands’ faults
If wives do fall. Say that they slack their duties
And pour our treasures into foreign laps,
Or else break out in peevish jealousies,
Throwing restraint upon us. Or say they strike us,
Or scant our former having in despite.
Why, we have galls, and though we have some grace,
Yet have we some revenge. Let husbands know
Their wives have sense like them. They see and smell
And have their palates both for sweet and sour,
As husbands have. What is it that they do
When they change us for others? Is it sport?
I think it is. And doth affection breed it?
I think it doth. Is ’t frailty that thus errs?
It is so too. And have not we affections,
Desires for sport, and frailty, as men have?
Then let them use us well, else let them know,
The ills we do, their ills instruct us so.
First a Scarecrow, now a Crow! Here’s Cillian impersonating an angry crow screeching about a feckin’ yellow jumper, in Ballyturk. This might be my new ringtone. ;)
Pulled from a new radio interview posted earlier today, here.