Irish Poker Championships - who's going?????

[NoflopsHomer]

that tikay is a cad really

he was explaining to me what skikera meant...thus

"skiker is the name of a plane and a is her initial, hence skikera"

I thought nothing more of it (apart from thinking he was barmy) until the following night in Luton I met the new blondeite

who proceeds to look at me blankly when I start talking planes..

turns out Skiker is the name of a PLAY....must be my hearing these days....


p.s available for interivew too! 

p.p.s I am very dull. You have been warned.

It's YOUR hearing, &, it seems, eyesight...

The name is "skrikera". not "skiker".

"Skriker", for the non-thespians amongst you, is one of Caryl Churchill's most acclaimed plays, if I recall correctly. It's often very difficult to encapsulate easily what a Caryl Churchill play is about. The epithet uncompromising is very frequently seen coupled with this British playwright's name. Her work is heavily influenced by the practices of experimental and physical theatre: not one to make it easy for an audience, she prefers to tell a tale in a challenging, sometimes meandering way.

The Skriker, perhaps one of Churchill's most acclaimed works, is also certainly no walk in the theatrical park. The title character is a wicked sprite that can metamorphose, chameleon-like, into different guises. Two young women - the mentally disturbed Josie and her pregnant friend Lily become the focus of the weird, jabbering sprite's attentions. She is particularly fixated upon the latter woman and her baby.

Yes, this synopsis is indeed skeletal. You will, however, be lucky to extricate much more of a plot from the often nonsensical, onomatopoeic chains of dialogue that Churchill places in the skriker's mouth. And I have no quibble with this: the play is a rude, often lyrical evocation of primordial, primitive emotions and fears. It is more ritual and masque than coherent narrative. Director Emma Lindsay clearly realises this: the underworld chorus wear beautifully wrought paper-maché masks, and mime and physical theatre are employed. Unfortunately, however, Miss Lindsay doesn't manage to translate this realisation into on-stage spectacle; she doesn't manage to evoke the raw, dangerous forces that Churchill's incantatory poetry suggest.

The dramatic culprits are not hard to find. On the whole, the pace is languorous, and energy is often strangely absent. The mime and physical theatre are untidy and sometimes clumsy. At times, the chorus creates interesting tableaux vivants; at times, however, they distract from the main action on stage. Scene changes are also inexplicably slow. It's a pity that this production's inability to create a convincing, compelling sense of myth and ritual detracts from some good individual performances. Shimo-Barry certainly deserves praise for transforming herself convincingly into a plethora of different characters; however she does not succeed in sending a shiver down the audience's collective spine. The scenes between Lily and Josie are well portrayed: both O'Connor and Fishwick make these characters convincing and interesting.

But there are almost no trains in it at all.

I remember watching a production of 'Fen' whilst I was at uni, very difficult viewing. In fact I struggled to watch a lot of the 'grittier' theatre pieces, the Chekov's and so on, give me a good piece of Dario Fo absurdism any day!

Agreed, Fen is tough, most of Chekov is without trains, and Dario Fo - DarFo as we called him - was much more watchable.

Joe Orton's "What The Butler Saw" now that was fun.

[TightEnd]

Tom Stoppard...Rosencrantz and Gildenstern are dead


Now then you'd be talking!

[NoflopsHomer]

Tom Stoppard...Rosencrantz and Gildenstern are dead


Now then you'd be talking!

You know when someone first read that, they said to Tom, "You do know, you've just written 'Waiting For Godot' right?"

I prefer 'The Real Inspector Hound' with the dead body that lies on stage for half the play before it's noticed, despite the characters literally walking over it. That and the guy who keeps saying, "I'm just going out....to....polish my gun..."

[tikay]

that tikay is a cad really

he was explaining to me what skikera meant...thus

"skiker is the name of a plane and a is her initial, hence skikera"

I thought nothing more of it (apart from thinking he was barmy) until the following night in Luton I met the new blondeite

who proceeds to look at me blankly when I start talking planes..

turns out Skiker is the name of a PLAY....must be my hearing these days....


p.s available for interivew too! 

p.p.s I am very dull. You have been warned.

It's YOUR hearing, &, it seems, eyesight...

The name is "skrikera". not "skiker".

"Skriker", for the non-thespians amongst you, is one of Caryl Churchill's most acclaimed plays, if I recall correctly. It's often very difficult to encapsulate easily what a Caryl Churchill play is about. The epithet uncompromising is very frequently seen coupled with this British playwright's name. Her work is heavily influenced by the practices of experimental and physical theatre: not one to make it easy for an audience, she prefers to tell a tale in a challenging, sometimes meandering way.

The Skriker, perhaps one of Churchill's most acclaimed works, is also certainly no walk in the theatrical park. The title character is a wicked sprite that can metamorphose, chameleon-like, into different guises. Two young women - the mentally disturbed Josie and her pregnant friend Lily become the focus of the weird, jabbering sprite's attentions. She is particularly fixated upon the latter woman and her baby.

Yes, this synopsis is indeed skeletal. You will, however, be lucky to extricate much more of a plot from the often nonsensical, onomatopoeic chains of dialogue that Churchill places in the skriker's mouth. And I have no quibble with this: the play is a rude, often lyrical evocation of primordial, primitive emotions and fears. It is more ritual and masque than coherent narrative. Director Emma Lindsay clearly realises this: the underworld chorus wear beautifully wrought paper-maché masks, and mime and physical theatre are employed. Unfortunately, however, Miss Lindsay doesn't manage to translate this realisation into on-stage spectacle; she doesn't manage to evoke the raw, dangerous forces that Churchill's incantatory poetry suggest.

The dramatic culprits are not hard to find. On the whole, the pace is languorous, and energy is often strangely absent. The mime and physical theatre are untidy and sometimes clumsy. At times, the chorus creates interesting tableaux vivants; at times, however, they distract from the main action on stage. Scene changes are also inexplicably slow. It's a pity that this production's inability to create a convincing, compelling sense of myth and ritual detracts from some good individual performances. Shimo-Barry certainly deserves praise for transforming herself convincingly into a plethora of different characters; however she does not succeed in sending a shiver down the audience's collective spine. The scenes between Lily and Josie are well portrayed: both O'Connor and Fishwick make these characters convincing and interesting.

But there are almost no trains in it at all.

I remember watching a production of 'Fen' whilst I was at uni, very difficult viewing. In fact I struggled to watch a lot of the 'grittier' theatre pieces, the Chekov's and so on, give me a good piece of Dario Fo absurdism any day!

Agreed, Fen is tough, most of Chekov is without trains, and Dario Fo - DarFo as we called him - was much more watchable.

Joe Orton's "What The Butler Saw" now that was fun.

That from "On the Buses"?

[NoflopsHomer]

No, it's the only pure farce Joe Orton wrote if I remember correctly, late 60's I think.

[Indestructable]

We need some Venue footage, interviews with characters & faces, names as well as "regular guys", so here is your chance to get on proper telly!

[/quote]

Did someone mention getting on the telly?

Sadly won't be there.
 

[kinboshi]

Tom Stoppard...Rosencrantz and Gildenstern are dead


Now then you'd be talking!

Another curious scientific
phenomenon is the fact that
the fingernails grow after death...

...the toenails on the other hand
never grow at all.

[Ironside]

i was thinking of going to ireland this weekend as i love the ante structure which should lead to a good event

plus i hear alot of dead money will be there

but i will not be available for interview as i have a face made for scuba diving

[tikay]

I just had a call from WPT hero Joe Grech - he'll be there.

[Ismene]

"Skriker", for the non-thespians ..........

..........characters convincing and interesting.

You know when you fall asleep in front of the tv and  wake up with a start.  That just happened to me for the first time when reading a post.

ps I'm going but only do interviews about the state the world is in.

Look here, I was Theatre Critic for my County.

ok Tikay - am suitably impressed by your googling prowess :-)

[tikay]

"Skriker", for the non-thespians ..........

..........characters convincing and interesting.

You know when you fall asleep in front of the tv and  wake up with a start.  That just happened to me for the first time when reading a post.

ps I'm going but only do interviews about the state the world is in.

Look here, I was Theatre Critic for my County.

ok Tikay - am suitably impressed by your googling prowess :-)

You been listening to Carlo Citrone again?

[Ismene]

Carlo will be there :-) might be interesting to see if he really knows what he claims to know!!!!!!! lol

[tikay]

Carlo will be there :-) might be interesting to see if he really knows what he claims to know!!!!!!! lol

He does NOT, trust me.

[tikay]

Carlo will be there :-) might be interesting to see if he really knows what he claims to know!!!!!!! lol

When tikay bluffs, NOBODY knows.

[Ironside]

Carlo will be there :-) might be interesting to see if he really knows what he claims to know!!!!!!! lol

When tikay bluffs, NOBODY knows.

when ever he moves his lips