Unexpectedly, at an event at the Cinema Museum celebrating the classic television series The Professionals, our artistic director Robert Gillespie bumped into an old friend – Brian Murphy! Robert first worked with Brian when they were in Joan Littlewood’s legendary Theatre Workshop company together at Stratford East in 1955, in a production of Lope de […]
110 minutes of film on one camera non-stop. I didn’t believe it till I turned up and started rehearsing. I’ve never rehearsed a movie before. No. You learn the lines, walk onto the set, mutter through a couple of times and shoot the scene; that’s how movies work, don’t they?
I’m glad Alan Bennett quoted Ronald Eyre in his play The Habit Of Art because Ron was one of those brilliant minds (double first at Oxford) who struggled with religion.
Brian Friel gave me an umbrella. It was a sensible, thoughtful gift and perfect for the time. He’d written a play called Volunteers…
I’m sure Karl Marx didn’t get all his ideas from Will Shakespeare but he lifted one from King Lear – and distorted it – with catastrophic effect.
You kick and struggle your way out of your mummy’s womb, screaming at the top of your voice to tell the world you’re here… or slide out elegantly if your manners are already properly polished… and then you start making deals.
Yes. That’s what hit me most, watching Robert’s King Lear. The ex-BP oil man. Yes… yes, he achieved it, he played it, not far from Mornington Crescent, and it was good. Phew!
A while ago I worked a lot in Dublin and the hypocrisy and double standards in which intelligent, lively people wrapped themselves struck me as mind-assaulting in a modern European country. Especially around sex.
My friend once soaked in oil, now drowned…
Who will you take orders from? That’s what came up this morning…