I see that Martin McDonagh's The Lieutenant of Inishmore has now arrived
at the Barbican theatre in London, and is on until February 23. This is
a play about a psychotic Irish terrorist who is devoted to his cat. I
saw it at Stratford in September, and heartily recommend it to anyone
who can cope with extraordinary amounts of blood, and cruelty to
animals, not all of them human. (The night I went, action was halted
for a few minutes while someone was helped out of the auditorium, though
theatre staff later claimed she just happened to be taken ill, and it
was pure coincidence that it happened in the scene with the handsaws.)
If you go, you may think it's the funniest thing you've ever seen; or
you may just decide that I'm really, really, sick.
Oh yes, and Trevor Cooper, one of my favourite actors (Devis in Star
Cops, etc etc), is in it. He's the terrorist's Dad.
--
Harriet
Christy: "Is it happy cats or is it an Ireland free we're after?"
Joey: "It's an Ireland free, Christy. Although I'd like a combination
of the two." - Martin McDonagh, The Lieutenant of Inishmore