Okay, okay: random ramblings and reminiscences--
Saw
Love Song seven times (think it was seven, anyway, or so says The Ancient Brain), five times at the start of its run in London in December 2006 (or it might have been four, as I had tickets for the matinee performance on December 7,
thought I had a ticket for the evening performance, and was up in Colindale at the Royal Air Force Museum that afternoon, looking out at an extremely threatening sky and thinking,
The hell. They don't get tornadoes in Britain... do they? And, as it turned out, that day, they did. Anyway, the matinee was canceled, and Cillian on that very afternoon did an interview that appeared in a magazine that I picked up on my
second London trip, in which he quite memorably stated, re: tornadoes in London, "No one expects the fookin' apocalypse!") and twice at the end of its run, in February 2007.
Thoughts:
Cold season. Though London in December and February felt positively tropical to a freeze-dried Midwesterner, it was a little hellish on vocal cords. Cillian through his American accent as Beane sounded a little hoarse at times; so, too, did
Third Rock from the Sun's Kristin Johnston, who played Beane's sister Joan.
Neve Campbell as Beane's amour, Molly. Not to jump on any
Scream fans here present, or to smack people for the sake of smacking, but if the cast had a weak link, she was it. She tended to stampede her lines (I remember thinking, very distinctly, like dimestore telepathy,
SLOW. THE HELL. DOWN. during her opening scenes with Cillian.
WHAT IS THIS? A RACE? YOU HAVE SOMEWHERE YOU NEED TO BE, NEVE?-- and a few other all-caps musings, thinking all the while, too, of our drama coach in high school, who used to fire off tennis balls at performers whose focus drifted), and, unfortunately, it was a little contagious. In February, she had it a little more under control-- largely, though, by draaaawing ouuuut certain words. Campbell fans: apologies. Her delivery, and certain shock-for-shock's-sake lines, kind of-- well, if it didn't kill the mood in the romantic scenes between Molly and Beane, it sort of kicked said mood in the shins.
One for the "unffff!!!" crowd, though: The moment(s) at which Neve leaped into Cillian's arms, wrapping her legs around his waist, and he carried her off stage....
He was great in his scenes with Michael McKean and, especially, Kristin Johnston. They had a genuine, affectionate brother-sister vibe going (even if Kristin, topping out at a strapping six feet, sometimes seemed like a
very big big sister). The scene where a newly lovestruck Beane (wearing a grungy white tank top and trousers slightly past their sell-by date) bursts into Joan and Harry's apartment and rants ebulliently while raiding their fridge.... Cillian chugging from a stage-bottle of wine while exclaiming how he'll prove skin waterproof by walking naked down the street in the rain: it doesn't get much cooler than that.
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Anyway... that's all for now. Gotta get back to work!