Post by punctuator on Dec 31, 2006 16:05:50 GMT -5
Cillian. Cillian. Cillian. If I'm fangirling (look, I'll even create an embarrassing new verb for the situation!) over anyone in "Sunshine," it's him. (Which means Capa's in for something extra-bonus-super-duper-double-plus nasty-- see, I'm sort of a jinx that way. So apologies in advance, okay?)
Have been extremely fortunate-- make that EXTREMELY fortunate-- in terms of seeing Mr. Murphy in person: we saw him at the Toronto International Film Festival in September 2006 in conjunction with "The Wind That Shakes the Barley" (which we viewed at the festival, Pathe's miserably misadvised attempts at getting it distributed in the States effectively reducing our chances of seeing it in a Minnesota theatre in the near-- or even distant-- future to nil), and I was lucky (look, I'm not gonna keep stacking the intensifiers in front of that word: just take all the "very"s you can imagine and park 'em there) enough not only to give him a small gift (MUSIC, yeah? but to pester him at the Q&A following the film.
In London this December, then, I saw him onstage in "Love Song," John Kolvenbach's new play about a loner whose life-- and the lives of his career-driven sister and brother-in-law-- transforms (what's the agreement on that verb?!?) when he falls in love. The play is not without fault: it's missing necessary exposition, and Kolvenbach makes some dicey attemps at poetic writing. But Cillian is wonderful in it: sweet and intense and manic and morose by turns. Kristen Johnston and Michael McKean turn in all-pro comedic performances, too. I saw it six times (heck, I wasn't going to go four thousand miles to see "Les Miz," was I? ), and I got to speak to Cillian (just pile on those "lucky"s and "very"s, folks: I still can't imagine how many it oughtta take) twice. Music and more music-- and deepest apologies to anyone else who's over here from the Cillian Murphy Fan Forum who's heard these stories one too many million times already! I'm still grinning like an idiot over London....
So: Cillian. Cillian-Cillian. And I'm sorry as heck-- in advance-- for dooming poor Capa--!
Have been extremely fortunate-- make that EXTREMELY fortunate-- in terms of seeing Mr. Murphy in person: we saw him at the Toronto International Film Festival in September 2006 in conjunction with "The Wind That Shakes the Barley" (which we viewed at the festival, Pathe's miserably misadvised attempts at getting it distributed in the States effectively reducing our chances of seeing it in a Minnesota theatre in the near-- or even distant-- future to nil), and I was lucky (look, I'm not gonna keep stacking the intensifiers in front of that word: just take all the "very"s you can imagine and park 'em there) enough not only to give him a small gift (MUSIC, yeah? but to pester him at the Q&A following the film.
In London this December, then, I saw him onstage in "Love Song," John Kolvenbach's new play about a loner whose life-- and the lives of his career-driven sister and brother-in-law-- transforms (what's the agreement on that verb?!?) when he falls in love. The play is not without fault: it's missing necessary exposition, and Kolvenbach makes some dicey attemps at poetic writing. But Cillian is wonderful in it: sweet and intense and manic and morose by turns. Kristen Johnston and Michael McKean turn in all-pro comedic performances, too. I saw it six times (heck, I wasn't going to go four thousand miles to see "Les Miz," was I? ), and I got to speak to Cillian (just pile on those "lucky"s and "very"s, folks: I still can't imagine how many it oughtta take) twice. Music and more music-- and deepest apologies to anyone else who's over here from the Cillian Murphy Fan Forum who's heard these stories one too many million times already! I'm still grinning like an idiot over London....
So: Cillian. Cillian-Cillian. And I'm sorry as heck-- in advance-- for dooming poor Capa--!