Misterman seems like a century ago after 19-hour queue for Bruce concert.. but still I have something to say. Do you mind me writing in English by the way? It's the only language I can speak well at the moment. My head is spinning since I met people from Norway, Finland, Denmark, Germany, Holland, Spain and Italy all trying to get the message across. Have slept for like 3 hours and lose my concentration once in a while. But it would be a shame to let this crazy stuff get in a way of my Misterman emotions, wouldn't it?
The second time was whole lotta different experience. Even better when the first one. Left me in tears. Of laughter, partially. Cillian performance is remarkable. He set NT on fire that night!
All this bananatic thing was hilarious! Mrs Cleary is still my favourite character! Eating cheesecake will never be the same again! )))
At first you just cant help but look at him and wonder how does he even manage to pull it off - 6 completely different characters I bet a see them all on stage! It takes almost no effort with Cillian being so gifted and dedicated. And then you let yourself go and drown in Inishfree wicked little country town full of strange wicked creatures - at least in the eyes of Thomas, as we see them. Youre laughing your heart out and the next moment it is about to stop with grief and compassion. It gives you everything you ever would demand from a performance. Entertaining. Surprising. Vivid. Haunting. Beautifully disturbing. Deeply moving. Thought-provoking. Brilliantly written and nailed to the very edge of what acting is all about.
Hour and a half passes in a minutes time. Cillian is so tiny but fit. In his wild beard and all his glory holding 900 people on a palm of his hand. His never-resting trembling arms. His dirty oversized clothes and soaking wet hair sticking to his forehead. And eyes piercing blue filled with ready-to-fall tears and complete insanity. Here comes Thomas in his final monologue.
You cannot stop asking yourself: who is he indeed? Just a loonie that every little town has at the back of its darkest corner? A troubled kid? A victim of abuse? A prisoner of inability to socialize? A lonely wanderer longing for love? A religious fanatic with punishment mania? Hes none of them and his all of them. Enda always leaves you with this trace of doubt, I like that. Interpretation is one of the biggest pleasure for the listener and watcher. Watch harder and listen closer. Thomas Magill is anything but a simple little country man.
Blackout. It makes the audience wonder if it is the end already? Or is it some kind of spell effect? Five long seconds of dead silence. I count them down slowly.. 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1. The woman nearby whispers Wonderful! and then Lyttelton bursts into outranges applause, bravos and cheering, as Cillian still in the dark goes down the stairs for a curtain call three curtain calls, actually. Hes exhausted, he barely can smile just throwing his arms in gesture of gratitude.
29 days running. He must have been half alive and nearly mad by now. But he will be just fine. It's obvious among the greatest.