Monday, 20 October 2014

Ballyturk:The review

Published in the Irish World 13/09/2014

By Leah Quinn

Ireland’s golden boy of the theatre world, Cillian Murphy, made his second only appearance at the National Theatre this week in Enda Walsh’s, much talked about new play, Ballyturk.


Having impressed audiences back in 2011 with his solo appearance in Misterman, also under the direction of Enda Walsh, Murphy had already set the bar quite high for himself and his fellow actors. This performance saw him joined on stage by academy award nominee, Stephen Rea and the lesser-known Mikel Murfi.


The stage seemed set for a night of theatrical tension from the start as it opened to Murphy’s face lit only by a flashlight in centre stage. Murphy immediately displayed his vast range of acting skills through an energetic impression of what seemed like an overheard  two-way conversation between various rural characters. His face and change of voice informed the audience of the lunacy that was to follow and of the quick pace with which we were expected to keep up.


The intensity of his ominous spot lit face was diffused when the stage became fully lit and we saw that he was not alone, but accompanied by a very pale red-haired man, dressed only in his briefs as he listens to Murphy’s ravings whilst finishing off a packet of crisps-a bizarre image but none-the less amusing.


The lighting of the stage in full not only presented the audience with Murphy’s odd companion, but also with the bizarre setting in which they found themselves. Situated in a self contained room, the duo were surrounded by crude teak cupboards nailed at different heights on the walls, a small shower, an old record player and a wall covered in strange sketches depicting faces and urban scenes.


It was when the record player started by its own accord that the physicality involved in this play really took hold as both Murphy and Mikel Murfi began to race about frantically dressing and undressing, bursting balloons, hopping in the shower, opening and closing cupboards, throwing stacks of shoes about and high-fiving each other in between.


Up until the first 30 minutes into the production, it seemed Walsh was going for a Beckett style of dialogue which had no obvious end or beginning and ran desperately into itself leaving sense and reason behind. The audience were evidently bemused and exhausted from the trying to keep up not only with the actor’s conversations but also from trying to keep both actors in their eye line as Murphy would often move from centre stage to a foetal position on top of a cupboard in the flash of a stage light.


It seemed this play may be all too obscure to stomach until Stephen Rea’s character entered and opened up its meaning which was a huge twist and put this production on another par to what we would have previously expected.


Rea entered, as he often tends to do, like a foreboding plume of smoke onto the stage, meandering his way around the actors and creating a delicious tension that could be felt in any seat in the house. His excellent delivery and careless expressions set him apart from Murphy and Murfi’s characters as they became more vulnerable and childlike in his presence. It was through the presence of Rea’s character that we began to put sense to the frantic twitchings and sporadic spiels of the nervous duo that dominated the start of the play and awash of excitement and fear could be felt as this strange tale began to unravel in front of your eyes- “It’s normal to feel nervous when you’ve lost yourself, it happens but it passes.”


Overall this was a play like no other, the sheer energy and dedication to delivery and physicality required by the story was a wonder to behold. Walsh has managed to write a play that makes us question ourselves and our fragility as humans in a dark but also very intelligent kind of way. It is also hard to imagine any actors other than Cillian Murphy and Stephen Rea playing their parts as Murphy brought both intensity and innocence to his complex role. Stephen delivered what any fan would expect and all of this translated wondrously from the stage to the audience.


Ballyturk plays at The National Theatre until October 11th.

Saturday, 12 July 2014

Bring up the Bodies Review

By Leah Quinn- published in The Irish World newspaper

The story of King Henry VIII and his many wives is one which has fascinating the world for centuries. Although, on most occasions, it seems to feature a greedy larger than life tyrant who seduces and destroys most of the women who are unlucky enough to receive his affections.


Hilary Mantel’s books owe their huge popularity, in some part. to the original angle at which she tells the story we all already know. Mantel keeps the main body of events intact but shows a more humane side by portraying King Henry’s women as wilful and ambitious rather than victims who are overwhelmed by his enormous stature and status.


The Aldwych Theatre currently shows Mantel’s version of events under the direction of Jeremy Herrin.


Bring up the Bodies focuses on the part of the story when Anne Boleyn begins her demise and Thomas Cromwell is growing in power within the English monarchy. The play began with the dramatic killing of a stag at the hand of King Henry’s arrow, he then begins to dismember the animal and reap glory in its blood- an image which no doubt symbolised the brutality of the time and the man himself.


It is not long into the play when his affections turn towards Jane Seymour. At this point he is waiting for his first wife, Catherine of Aragon, to die and has grown tired of his second wife Anne Boleyn who has also failed to give him a son.


From this point we begin to see the fall of Anne Boleyn as queen and the part in which Thomas Cromwell played in her gruesome end- “It’s as if I don’t exist…it’s as if I never had Elizabeth and Catherine is still queen”.


The characters and script showed how, although Anne was no wilting flower, her trial was grossly unjust as all evidence seemed to be based on the King’s personal intentions to rid himself of her and general gossip among her ladies maids.


Although this play dealt with some very dark periods in history the excellent script and skilful unwinding of the story made for a thoroughly enjoyable performance. Despite the often dark undertones and continuous looming threat to Anne’s life, there were many causes to laugh as unexpected wit seemed to filter through in many scenes. This is certainly an important play to see as it puts a different perspective on the characters of a story we all think we know.


Tickets are still available to buy for Wolf Hall and Bring Up the Bodies, with best availability in July and August. Day Seats are available to purchase in person at the Box Office from 10.30am on the day of performance.

Tuesday, 8 April 2014

Fatal Attraction review

Fatal Attraction, Theatre Royal Haymarket- published in The Irish World newspaper 02/04/2014
FATAL Attraction, the chilling tale of the darker side of love which Glenn Close brought to the screen so spine-chillingly in’87, has come to the stage under Trevor Nunn’s direction.
It’s fair to imagine that many who do go to see this show are fans of the now 26-year-old film. In its day, this twisted tale of love gone sour, earned its popularity from the intensity of the actors performance, a feature which was integral to its success. It also coined the phrase “bunny boiler” for overly eager girlfriends!
This particular stage adaption, however, doesn’t quite hit the mark in that respect as many of the climactic moments in the play were diminished in impact by less than believable acting performances.
Set in fast-paced modern day New York, an attractive business man seems to have it all. However his perfect wife, daughter and career fail to satisfy his excitement and he soon becomes lured by the opportunity of love from elsewhere- “It was about curiousity, the possibility of a different life.”
However, his idea of a thrilling, yet short lived, one night stand quickly turns into a drawn out hell as he finds his choice of lover to be more demonic than divine- “I literally want to put my hands around her neck and squeeze.
Mark Bazeley played the lead male and for the first act he fitted well into the part of a confident business minded New Yorker. It was when the role was stretched to require a more emotional portrayal that his efforts fell flat.
Sex and the City’s Kirsten Davis played his perfect wife. A role, which from what could be seen, was the exact same as that of her sitcoms character Charlotte. As one would expect, Davis brought a genuine sweetness to the role but, similar to Bazeley, was unable to deliver when pushed to another emotional level, often delivering scenes of distress which made her look more confused than genuinely at her wits end.
The part of Bazeley’s psychotic lover is played by Natascha McElhone, whose performance certainly lifted the play as she skilfully portrayed both the alluring beauty and chilling predator which her role demanded. Her striking features and large, piercing eyes translated well on stage; their intensity could be felt from the stalls.
Overall, it failed to deliver too often at key points where the audience should have been on the edge of their seats. A particular scene that involved some intense violence aroused only uncomfortable laughs from the audience as the awkwardness and choreography of movement was quite literally laughable.
By all means, go and see this play if you haven’t seen the movie as your expectations may be at the appropriate level. Perhaps it just needs more time to find its feet and become comfortable in its own skin as a stage adaption.
Fatal Attraction is at Theatre Royal Haymarket, London until June 21. To book call 0207 930 8800 or
By Leah Quinn
Check out the trailer to the original movie starring Michael Douglas and Glenn Close

Monday, 3 March 2014

Happy Days review

By Leah Quinn

Published in the Irish World Newspaper February 26th 2014
Beckett’s tendency to lean towards the absurd in his plays does not always sit too comfortably with people. His exaggerated characters who rarely finish a sentence, let alone a singular thought, can awaken frustration and confusion in those who prefer a more narrative performance.


Happy Days directed by Natalie Abrahami at The Young Vic may well persuade certain sceptics otherwise as Juliet Stevenson’s portrayal of the lead character Winnie is a classic example of stage acting at its best.


The play takes place in a baron landscape, filled only with rock and sand. Winnie is submerged up to the waist in sand and evidently unable to escape. She has few possessions, one being her handbag and the other being her husband, both of which prove to be equally lifeless companions. Winnie starts and ends her day to the sound of a hugely unsettled bell. Although her situation is bleak, Winnie tries to make the most of the days and often sighs and exclaims “Oh it is another heavenly day”.


Although Winnie tries frantically to recall happy memories, most of which she had forgotten, and make the most of the mundane items she has left, you constantly get the feeling her fate is sealed and only tragedy can befall her.


It is quite likely this two act play is unlike any you may have encountered before, and perhaps that is enough of a reason to go along. However it is truly Olivier-award winning Stevenson’s skillful portrayal of such an absurd and tragic character that must be admired. More and more sand could be seen tumbling down on Winnie as she tired desperately to get her husband to engage, Stevenson’s talent for comedic acting brings out the underlying irony which is quite refreshing in what has the potential to be a heavy play.


It once suggested that this play was written for Beckett’s wife who wanted him to write a happy play. The result of which is quite ironic still as it focuses on the determination of many women to make the most of a hopeless situation by finding the good in the little things, a trait perhaps which Beckett’s wife might have had.


Happy Days plasy at The Young Vic until March 8th.


Thursday, 6 February 2014

Tommy Tiernan Stray Sod show review

Published in The Irish World newspaper 05/02/2014

By Leah Quinn


Tommy's career has taken more twists and turns than your average country road. In previous years he has made the unusual journey from comedic king to villain in the eyes of many the critic as his often risky choice of material and energetic outbursts have turned more than a few heads and not always for the rights reasons.


His latest performance in Dean Street’s Soho theatre, however, proved that his best days may still lie ahead of him as Tiernan boisterously returned with a whimsical charm, a trait of his which originally attracted a very large following.


His rugged features, yet childlike mannerisms  brought not only comedy wisdom but also sheer lunacy, a concoction for which few comedians seem to have the ingredients.


His material for Stray Sod seemed to be mainly focused on the absurdities of human nature and  the bizarre cultural differences encounter as we travel.


Although this current show is much safer than some of his previous stuff, Tiernan still brings a refreshing daredevil approach to the comedy stage and in no way holds back with his opinions. Judging by his witty yet careful handling of a quite raucous heckler in the front row, Tiernan is still not afraid to speak his mind but has now mastered doing so with a pinch more affliction.


In what felt like a very fast moving hour and a half, Tommy  touched on a variety of topics. Some of which included the Irish in Australia, ignorance in the Irish countryside ,French lessons in school, his ginger-haired child, his thoughts on Londoners, how to distinguish which county an Irish woman is from, the news and weather, his offensive jokes in the past and the backlash he has faced since, celebrity magazines, the noises fields make at night and his mother’s funeral. All of which were delivered in Tiernan’s usual mischievous yet alluring style of delivery and had the audience hanging on his every word.


Stray Sod not only proved that he has surpassed the dark cloud that once hung over his career and triumphed out the other side by staying true to his original style but that ,more importantly, Tommy Tiernan may be a comedian by profession but he is story-teller at heart.
Check out Tommy a few years back...



Thursday, 5 December 2013

Strangers on a Train

Published in The Irish World newspaper

By Leah Quinn  27/11/2013


Modern entertainment tells us that everything must be computerized and popping from our screens in order to amuse us. Craig Warner’s new stage adaption of Strangers on a Train throws modern impressions on thrill- seeking out the window and brings the audience back to an era when sheer suspense and edge of your seat drama reigned supreme.


This latest production, based on Patricia Highsmiths novel, was a monochrome feast for the eyes and exuded the visual legacy of a Hitchcock thriller.


The story tells of two young men who meet on a train. They engage in conversation and agree to commit murders for each other by killing off the people in their lives who are stopping them from being fully content and successful. This agreement however is more sincere on the part of the Charlie Bruno, played by Jack Huston ( interviewed by The Irish World), who is a lunatic and fails to see that his companion, Guy Haines, played by Laurence Fox, has not shared his sentiments with mutual intention.
                                          Clip from Hitchcock's Strangers on a Train


It is from their first encounter that an intense nightmare unfolds laden with blackmail, torment and insanity as Guy Haines is slowly dragged into the twisted world of his tormenter.


The set changes were too numerous to count and each more impressive than the next. It baffled me how they managed to change the setting so quickly as we were brought from an elegant 1950’s train carriage to a the grand staircase of an old mansion in a matter of minutes.


This clever tale tells the audience of how even the briefest encounters can impact on our lives and affect events to come. It builds at the perfect pace allowing the audience to share some of Haine’s emotions as Bruno reappears all too often becoming more and more a monster and less of the gentlemen with whom both we and Haines were first acquainted.


This was a superb production which kept the audience wincing in their seats from beginning to end, the involvement of producers from the James Bond movies set the perfect scene for such a story and the lead actors brought it all to life. This was one of the best shows I have seen in a quite a while so if, like me, you get dizzy from 3D glasses and never quite notice when something is HD, take a trip to the Gielgud and relive authentic thrills.


Strangers on a Train plays at the Gielgud Theatre in Shaftsbury Avenue


Sunday, 1 December 2013

A Lady's Guide to the Tinder App

By Leah Quinn
Published online for The Independent 28/11/2013

I’ve been on three dates this week”- not my words but that of a friend to which I responded with sheer bafflement. Not only was I astounded that someone living in London had the time for such extreme socialising but that she managed to co-ordinate meeting three date-worthy guys within one week, a feat only the very skilled and hyper-organised can master. This was my initial introduction to the Tinder application as she went on to explain the pick and mix of men she had been chatting to and all from just an effortless thumb swipe and a click. From there, Tinder seemed to pop up in too many conversations to ignore and so I had to experience it for myself, if only to once again have something in common with my friends and to rejoin the conversation.
Becoming part of the Tinder family takes literally a matter of seconds, as does your decision to like or reject the menu of men you are shown. This is very clever on the part of the creators who have obviously recognised the blatant and inescapable fact that us humans are generally shallow and tend to make our initial judgement based on aesthetics. While it might be nice that “Roberto” enjoys romcoms and long walks in the rain, realistically most of us girls just want to see what “Roberto” looks like, and the same, of course, can be said for men. Tinder taps into this less romantic side of us all by allowing you to get chatting to or arrange a date with a guy in less than the time it takes to order a pizza.

Doing away with Tom, Dick and Harry

As the least electronically minded person I know, I managed at first to even struggle with what is really quite a basic app. It took one too many times of swiping to the right before I realised I was liking men unintentionally. Before I knew it I was receiving a message congratulating me that I had now been matched with Peter. Peter being a man whose profile picture seemed to feature him with his cat, and also someone I had wished to swipe past. I received a message from Peter quite promptly enquiring as to what was my favourite dinosaur, a line which neither in a bar nor on Tinder would work any magic for me.
Before long I found myself swiping past dozens of men, some of which I realised I was not even looking at as it was all too easy to keep swiping. My thumb seemed to form some sort of swiping spasm and I was soon leaving Tom, Dick and Harry disappearing into Tinder oblivion.
Through my intrepid travels of men in a 20 mile radius of myself, I came across some real gems. Before I divulge, please bare in mind that, like most little girls, I grew up hearing stories about princes on horseback taking princesses off into the sunset, and watching Disney movies where men would either break into sporadic song or fight a giant octopus for your affections.
On my swiping travels I came across men on horseback,  men with their arms around various women (some of whom seemed to be wives or girlfriends),
men with children on their knee, men in cringe-worthy topless selfies, men drinking cocktails in a pool wearing speedos, a man dressed as a bat…not batman…but as a genuine bat, a man in a balaclava, hipster men looking thoughtful and creative, men wearing sunglasses indoors, men doing some topless cooking, gym photos, a few wedding photos, bathroom selfies with loo included, and a goat.
My favourite by far was the man who simply chose a plate of curry chips for his profile picture. As a fan of said dish, I immediately clicked like, as we instantly had something in common.
After a few days it was safe to derive that Tinder surely has something and someone to suit everyone’s taste.

Achieving Tinder matrimony

I then began to receive messages, most of which were complete nonsense which in the midst of my midweek exhaustion I was too tired and grumpy to engage with. I did however have a fairly normal conversation with one man who I agreed to meet for a drink. I am neither sorry nor shocked to report that this date will not result in what may be the first Tinder marriage as two sips in I was planning my escape. This man looked about 3 feet shorter than his picture, was missing more teeth than your average pirate and had screen grabbed a picture of me to look at in his phone gallery at his convenience. On top of a bad first impression, we had nothing in common. He had just overcome a drug addiction and was wearing a shirt which his mother had ironed. I iron my own clothes and can barely remember to take my multivitamins everyday.
Although this date was not the stuff stars are made of I do not believe that can be said for all Tinder induced dates. The huge amount of users mean odds are at the very least you will make some new friends. Naturally, like all social situations, you will come across people who are only interested in booty calls, but for every one of those there are people genuinely looking to find a partner. Tinder is also extremely location dependent as it works perfectly in London where we are all too busy and important to make any huge sort of effort. It would however be a very different story in a small rural area where you are likely to be swiping past most of your cousins.
Dating sites seem to have had a dramatic change of image in the last few years, and have become much more socially acceptable. Tinder in particular has somehow bypassed social snobbery and seems to have taken the place of cool kid in the school of online dating forums.