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May 5, 2012

Having a Laugh – The Ha’penny Bridge Inn

It was lashing rain on Tuesday and I was nice and cosy inside Rainbow Cottage, with the wind whipping the Liffey outside. But I couldn’t miss Battle of the Axe at the Ha’penny Bridge Inn, as one of my pals was a player in the open mic comedy face off. So I bunged on my thermals and stole out into the wet ‘n’ wild first day of Irish summer. Dins at Empty Pockets soon warmed my cockles!

As usual I hit the city using my unique internal sat nav – this place has gotta be near the Ha’penny Bridge, right? Up the stairs I went and into a nice parlour, full of excited cheering mates, tourists and Dubliners who do school nights. Our host for the evening was the quirky and extremely hilarious Aedin Darmody. Her natural comedic talent made for some very giggly interludes.

First up was my buddy Jerry O’Brien. I had a keen ear for Jerry’s material, as I’ve been acting as his joke judge for the last few months. I watched him at the Paddy Laughs Comedy Festival and at Anseo’s Comedy Smack Down, so it’s interesting to see Jerry honing his craft. His gags were getting a good old chuckle and I was proud to be part of the process. Tickle meet funny bone!

Other stand out stand ups included Colm Tyrrell, a down to earth Dub who does a very convincing Cork accent, and Eleanor Tiernan, a tell like it is funny lady who mines her hometown Athlone for comedy gems. New Yorker Aaron, was in Dublin on business and had us howling with his queeny barbs. And there was a fella in a shiny suit who gave a rollicking rundown of his relationship. Brilliant.

The mirth on offer at the Ha’penny Bridge was top class, and it was a tough call but alas a battle it was – the winner was Paul Bartley. He had started his set with a few sharp one liners, Tommy Cooper style, and moved on to his own brand of dry observation. Aedin had a final surprise up her sleeve in the form of Andrew Stanley, who had us laughing out one side of our mouths and squealing with the other! / The Ha’penny Bridge Inn, Wellington Quay, Dublin 2

Apr 28, 2012

The Riptide Movement Rock The Academy

When my mate was looking for bods to go see The Riptide Movement at The Academy last Saturday, she raved about how great this band is. I must admit that I’d heard of these lads but I didn’t know their stuff. A crafty gander on Youtube and I was impressed with the tunage. Sign me up! The gang met in The Oval on Middle Abbey Street for apres gig pints and chips for dinner.

The Academy is a smart venue, anyone who was a regular of Spirit back in the day will be familiar with the layout. Old folk that we are, we got comfy upstairs on the balcony, with a nice view of the moshpit. The Academy’s stage is quite big relative to the size of the place, a bonus for bands. This gaff inspires a dream sequence of my teenage nights in the Tivoli. When I used to be down the front…

It wasn’t long before The Riptide Movement were storming the stage. Their sound is billed as folk rock but I think it’s that with a good injection of testosterone. I’m channeling Led Zep as they tore through a stomping “Shake Shake”. There’s a retro feel to The Riptide Movement that’s unstudied and feeds the type of on stage adrenalin that makes great live music. A proper man’s band.

Lead singer, Mal Tuohy, took the spotlight with his rich gravelly vocals and electric blue guitar, owning the stage during “Alive Inside”. As far as rock star crushes go, this guy has got what it takes. In spades. A cross between George Best and Jim Morrison, Mal is a good old fashioned strappin’ fella. Quite a refreshing change from the usual metro Nancy boys. And talented to boot.

The front row were seriously wigging out and it’s obvious that this is the sort of band The Academy is made for. Wall to wall sound, the band filled the room. Clapping, chanting and singalongs, The Riptide Movement know how to work their audience. They’re a natural band that fans can believe in. Honest rock ‘n’ roll. And a comedy drummer too, who can play with kit on his head!

The band got rootsy with “Oh Row the Rattlin’ Bog” a real crowd pleaser, ensuing a fantastic jam by musicians who clearly know each other inside out. The Who came to mind as they slid into a slow number, all rusty vocals and soaring guitars. Next up was a brass section and female vocalist for “Without You” and then the didgeridoo in a zen-like “Roll On Train”.

The Riptide Movement are a band who truly understand music. Soulful yet raw, they go where the energy takes them. And us. One of those unforgettable Dublin nights. That’s entertainment as Paul Weller once said. Mal took us to the heights with his voice coming from deep inside for “Hot Tramp” as the whole building got high on JPR Dalton’s sweet anthem guitar.

We promised to buy their new album “Keep On Keepin’ On” as the lads bid us farewell. Certainly this hardworking band deserve success, not just because of the pure graft in staying up all night signing sleeves, playing a matinee gig and then tonight’s roof raiser. But because they have potential to be Ireland’s next big thing. Everything about them is authentically good.

The Riptide Movement saw us out with a rip roaring “Keep On Keepin’ On”. A class act. We stayed in The Academy, in need of a few more Paulaners after our toe tapping antics. Then the dance floor started up with Propaganda and The Postman on DJ duty. We liked what we heard and decided to ditch our pipe and slippers and get down with the kids. Proper old skool choons! / The Academy, 57 Middle Abbey Street, Dublin 1 /

Apr 7, 2012

Oliver Callan Live – Hardcore Comedy

Say the name Oliver Callan, and I know what you’re thinking. And yes, he did go there! Nobody in the public eye, be it politics, celebrity or sport, is safe from Callan’s satirical tongue. Sunday night, April Fool’s and all, was the kickstart to the Harcourt Hotel’s Hardcore Comedy series. The ground floor bar of Dtwo was packed out the door. I even spied a few famous faces, including a certain national treasure.

When Oliver Callan bounced onto the stage to a Benny Hill soundtrack, all high octane energy, we knew we were in for a good time! The Nob Nation and Green Tea impressionist first tickled us with his Tommy Tiernan opener. This guy pulls no punches when it comes to taking off the great and the good of Ireland. His mimics are often controversial and always spot on.

Callan continued with the comedians doing Ricky Gervais, Jimmy Carr and Alan Partridge to a tee. Audience participation had us ducking for cover as Callan selected his victims with lightning wit. Needless to say the infamous household charge was the hot topic for his brilliant Joe Duffy, who spotted none other than – you guessed it! – the real Anne Doyle, who played along like a trouper.

Nonstop impressions were bolstered by Callan’s rudely hilarious one liners and unique expressions. “Vagetarians” and “shaved monkeys who’ve been kicked through Topshop” were among plenty of choice comments that had us rolling in the aisles. Callan wasn’t afraid to turn up the heat on himself either, making reference to his recent coming out. A natural segway into Daniel O’Donnell.

Next up were big hitters, Roy Keane and Michael O’Leary with the “ironically named Ryanair Helpdesk”. Too funny! Callan is a flamboyant performer, ever engaging and sharp as a knife in his observations. His sketches were fresh and littered with news of the day – so the Mahon Tribunal didn’t escape mention!   A break allowed Callan to catch his breath and us to enjoy complimentary finger food.

An eye watering David Norris got the second half of the gig rolling, followed by a show-stopping Michael Dee. Roars of laughter went up as talk turned to a well known GAA fashionista, and of course we couldn’t resist Callan’s favourite Kerry man. Say no more! Obama, Clinton and our very own “sexy” Enda were next in the line of fire. Callan was in his element and we were in tears.

After a night of high jinks, games of “guess the impression” and audience mortification the end drew near with Louis Walsh “you could be as big as Mary Byrne!” and Jedward singing us out. But Callan encored with his side splitting swansong to man of the hour, Bertie Ahern. We put on our slightly rusty Celtic Tiger rose tinted glasses and joined him for “Those Were The Bleedin’ Days”.

Dtwo, The Harcourt Hotel, Harcourt Street, Dublin 2

Apr 4, 2012

Film Fatale – North By Northwest

There’s something about the Sugar Club that evokes old school glamour. Going back to it’s cinematic roots, it was the perfect venue to host Film Fatale’s “North By Northwest” screening on Saturday night. The event was a dress up affair, beginning with the Hitchcock classic, followed by a live set from Jaime Nanci and The Blue Boys, finishing with DJs the Andrews Sisters’ Brothers.

Channeling the Mad Men theme, I slipped into a slinky LBD, killer heels and topped off my retro look with a Kate Betts pill box hat. And a feather boa for some OTT glam – why not? The Sugar Club was packed with gorgeous guys and dolls all working different vibes, from Teddy Boy to Va Va Voom. Special house cocktails added extra sophistication to the occasion.

Spiced gin cocktail in hand, I asked a handsome usher if the popcorn was complimentary. As I paid for my snack he winked and said “Fabulous hat”. Ooh sir… North By Northwest is one of Hitch’s best loved films, a clever thriller featuring the suave Cary Grant and an ice cool Eva Marie Saint. The movie is widely regarded as a huge influence on subsequent spy romps.

Everything from the suspense and the innuendo to the fashion and the interiors are a joy to watch. Seamless Hitchcock. And it’s funny too, in that innocent way that a 1950’s production can be. However, the film was made on the cusp of the 1960’s and reflects changing times in the US. Even Cary Grant’s grey suit was revolutionary in it’s tailoring. Debonair indeed.

Apres movie we enjoyed the sounds of Jaime Nanci and The Blue Boys, four piece jazz ensemble who play contemporary as well as vintage tunes. They warmed up the dance floor for the Andrews Sisters’ Brothers, who kept the house a rockin’ and a rollin’ until 3am. I was very impressed by some of the jives my gang were pulling off. Those crazy cats.

Film Fatale organiser Fernanda told me that the night had been a great success. She thinks people just like the fun of it all, something a bit different to your average Saturday night. As we were celebrating a birthday, my mates were in the party mood and suggested a nightcap in Leggs. But, your Girl Friday was done. I flagged the nearest cab and got outta Dodge.

The Sugar Club, 8 Lower Leeson Street, Dublin 2 /

Mar 20, 2012

Spring Break – St Patrick’s Day!

As a veteran Spring Break fan – since my power suits and vodka Tab heyday… I just couldn’t miss their Paddy’s Day spectacular in the Button Factory on Saturday night. Spring Break are one of those bands that does what it says on the tin. These maestros of 80’s Americana rock are second to none at entertaining the masses stadium style, all big hair and tight trousers.

Being the night that was in it my trusty driver dropped me at the mouth of Temple Bar, cruising Fleet Street was a no go. It was quite fun tackling the cobble stones with the mad throng of leprechauns, tarts and drunks. And that was just the tourists. Once inside the familiar belly of the Button Factory I ordered a cheeky G&T and flicked my shades, ready for some serious dance action.

Always ones to ramp up the camp Spring Break stormed the stage as a Scots bagpiper moved among the screaming crowd. Pure class. Every time feels like the first time! Lead singer Jan Van Couver cut a dashing figure in full Grand Marshall regalia. The man loves an audience that loves him back. The boys belted out Elton John’s “I’m Still Standing” starting as they meant to go on.

It wasn’t long before the Button Factory was awash with sweat, hormones and dry ice, singing along to Toto’s “Africa”, Baywatch theme “I’ll Be Ready” and “Money For Nothing” by Dire Straits. Spring Break’s sexy chanteuse Teri Campari treated us to a Whitney tribute with “How Will I Know”, all sharp vocals, killer heels and swaying hips. What a lady!

Under the neon lights of the night the band put every detail of their set to bed, with Van Couver working the harmonica for Hall & Oates “Maneater” and red hot guitarist Kendrick Berrera sweetly strumming “She’s Like The Wind” by Patrick Swayze, mane flowing in the breeze. As the body heat rose, fans were whipped into a frenzy by an epic version of Peter Gabriel’s “Sledgehammer”.

Spring Break were simply doing what they do best – a bit of air shillelagh, plenty of “oh yeahs” and jumping in unison as the front row went wild. “Barman, more ice” I said as the band broke into Chaka Khan’s “Ain’t Nobody”. My dancing shoes were on fire! Ready for the home leg of the gig, the crowd shook their furry mullets, sequins and leg warmers to the feelgood beats.

Grand finale time and Van Couver strutted his stuff in signature Top Gun white uniform. Spring Break were in the zone, laying on Paul Simon’s “Call Me Al”, “I Wanna Know What Love Is” by Foreigner and Dirty Dancing stomper “Time of My Life”. The building was shaking, with kids leaping like crazy to last tune “Waiting For a Star to Fall” by Boy Meets Girl.

What a show! Spring Break are a polished act, who not only get your feet moving but clearly enjoy themselves on stage. As seasoned musicians and one of the country’s most popular wedding bands, they go the extra mile for their art. Featuring on Today FM’s Ray Foley Show last week, Spring Break’s future is even brighter than their glamorous past.

Mar 18, 2012

Paddy Laughs Comedy Festival – Tee Hee Hee!

On Thursday night I made the epic journey from town to Dundrum – From Here to Suburbia. Just kidding, I only hopped on the Luas! I was on my way to the Mill Theatre for the Paddy Laughs Comedy Festival. With half an hour to spare before show time I ducked into Humdrum Town Centre and was left wondering if teenage girls actually own a hairbrush these days?

Once inside the Mill Theatre I hooked up with my pals, one of whom was taking to the stage, and we wet our whistle at the bar. The first night of the festival was all about up and coming talent, some rookie comedians others seasoned, having a platform to perform their material. And win a prize! The competition, MC’ed by Jarlath Regan, was between fourteen guys and gals.

Regan was dead funny of course but had a lovely knack of putting the newbie comedians at ease. Sure he’s been there himself. I must say we were rolling in the aisles throughout, the quality was outstanding. Sometimes it’s the rough around the edges stuff that’s just raw funny. Everything was there from hilarious stories and killer one liners to slapstick and props.

There were certainly a few stand out stand ups (ho ho) who I expect to hear of in the future. While Regan and the judges made off behind the magic door to decide the winner, we were treated to a set from last year’s champ. With all the comedians lined up on stage this year’s lucky recipient of the pepper mill (geddit?) was announced as Paddy Lonergan. A very funny fella!

Naturally, nobody left empty handed with all of the comedians picking up a medal for their efforts. A prize for one liner of the night went to Colm Tyrell, a highly energetic lad, and a special mention for Karen Toomey, an inventive funny chick. A comedy night is always a nice antidote to mad bad life and Paddy Laughs really proved that there’s still lots to laugh about.

Mar 5, 2012

First Thursdays Dublin – Temple Bar

First Thursdays is a great idea! On the first Thursday(geddit?) of every month Dublin opens up it’s cultural doors for an evening of arts. A bit like a mini Culture Night, it’s a great way of encouraging folk to check out what the city has to offer. I strolled into Temple Bar, ’twas a lovely night and straight into the Brick Alley Cafe on Essex Street East.

With a Wu Tang Killa Headache threatening to wreck my buzz I knew this was just the place to chill out before hooking up with my pals. I pointed to a virgin deep dish apple pie I’d spied in the window cake stand and ordered up a hot slice with cream. And a cuppa, obviously! Pulling up a wooden bistro chair I settled in at the central communal table of this cosy caff.

One bite and I was feeling better already. Crunchy shortcrust, fresh apples – not too sugary and with a big pot of whipped double cream. ‘Nuff said… The Brick Alley Cafe is dark and romantic like an old hideaway tabac you might find in French village. Wine bottles line the wall behind the counter, which is the focal point of the room, with fresh ice creams out front. La vie en rose…

Ready to rock ‘n’ roll I made my way to Meeting House Square, home of the Gallery of Photography to meet the chaps. It was the opening night of “Amazon”, an exhibition with pictures by award winning photographers Sebastiao Salgado and Per-Anders Pettersson. In Aid of Sky Rainforest Rescue, the exhibition highlights the devastating effects of deforestation in Brazil.

Salgado’s work, in black and white, portrays stunning natural habitat, despite human destruction, and the communities living within them. The stark contrast of how these tribal people live, so close to nature, and how we operate in the Western world is amazing. Pettersson’s photos pick up the colour of rural Brazil with sharp insight into family life on the edge of rainforests.

Next up was the Project Arts Centre, a well known hub of weird and wonderful creativity in Temple Bar. We experienced “Panto Collapsar” and “We Sell Soul”. The former is an art installation by contemporary Australian artist Mikala Dwyer. The main spectacle of the piece is a hovering canopy of silver floating O shapes, moving in harmony with the room, calling our attention to a spiritual world.

Our lovely guide, Ian, talked us through the concepts of both art works explaining the latter, by Liverpool’s Richard Proffitt, as the first in the Project Arts Centre’s new experimental portal, The Grotto. It features a collection of hippy memorabilia and counterculture paraphernalia, evoking the reality of commercialised ideological icons. An interesting observation indeed.

All art-ied out, our next stop was Ukiyo for a bit of bento action. The Japanese bar and restaurant on Exchequer Street is a fave of mine, combining tasty food and good value as I so like. We tucked into the day’s offering of salted mackerel, kimchi pork, and vegetable pasties which came with miso, mixed salad and sticky rice. You can’t go wrong for 10 euro.

A dessert bento was made for sharing as we spooned hazelnut cheesecake, rum and raisin brownie, ice cream and a wonderful milky goo. Don’t know what it was but we loved! All washed down with Asahi beer and a refreshing Tom Collins. As more people make a date with their sofa nowadays, due to financial woes, First Thursdays is a great free night out with something new to do every time.


Feb 25, 2012

The Moog 69s – Sugar Club Time Warp

Catching a cab from chez moi to An Lar last night I was amazed to be asked out by yet another driver. Ladies, is it just me or are there a lot of lonely taxi men in this town? Rocking up to the Sugar Club with a smile on my face I was between two shows – Joe Pug and The Moog 69s. A doorstep chat with DJ Bob brought me back to days of yore, spilling out of the Sugar Club onto Leeson Street, milling about with friends and strangers.

The place is more subdued these days but still puts on some great bands, the late show being a nice alternative to the bump and grind of a night club. Bob told me that The Moog 69s were due on at 12.30 so I adjourned to Houricans to meet my pals. We enjoyed creamy pints of Guinness and a nice goss in the pub’s cosy confines, before nipping back next door. The Sugar Club is free in before midnight, and cocktails are 5 euro on Friday and Saturday. We got the drinks in while Bob whipped up the mood with some killer 90’s classics.

A familiar Dublin bolthole, the Sugar Club retains an air of insouciance with it’s tiered booths and intimate stage. I’d heard good things about The Moog 69s – a popular wedding band they have a solid reputation. As the band took to the stage all eyes were on lead singer Joanna Charles, a glamorous blonde she looked the part in a glitzy LBD. A proper old fashioned front woman Joanna’s charisma shone through opener “Rolling in the Deep” – I was impressed with her setting the bar at Adele.

Next up was one of my absolute faves, disco queen Chaka Khan’s “Ain’t Nobody”. The Moog 69s ran the gamut of genre nailing numbers like Stevie Wonder’s “Superstition”, “I Need a Miracle” by Fragma and Rihanna’s “Please Don’t Stop the Music”. The band, made up of veteran axe man Mark Levins and Jon O’Connell on bass, with Keith Lawless and Dave Lawless on keys and drums, were in their element for a medley of New Order’s “Blue Monday” and “Sweet Dreams” by the Eurythimics.

We tapped our toes granny style while sipping G&Ts in the comfort of our seats, as the tempo upped to more 90’s chart busters. Once upon a time I would have owned the dance floor to such sounds. But I was glad to see a few groovy guys and girls shaking their limbs to those old skool choons. Joanna, a trooper despite her sore throat, belted them out with sass and shimmy until closing time. As the band wound up we slipped out into the city air heads full of songs gone but not forgotten. Well, even the Noughties seem retro now… / / The Sugar Club, 8 Lower Leeson Street, Dublin 2


Dec 20, 2011

Imelda May Brings Rock ‘n’ Roll Home to The O2

Last Friday & Saturday nights were Imelda May’s as she rocked Dublin’s O2, the Point Depot to you and me, in a double homecoming gig. And boy did the Liberties belle make some noise – the shows were rollicking from beginning to end. Of course I’d heard about Bono’s surprise appearance on stage on Friday night, where he dueted a stomping “Desire” with May. We made our way to the venue across a wind swept Eastlink bridge on Saturday night wondering if there would be a Second Coming…

Irish singer/song writer Mundy opened the show, rocking out in his cowboy hat and getting us in the mood with “Galway Girl”. As elves set up the stage for the main event, a montage of vintage Americana flashed across giant video screens setting the Christmas tone. May’s band, including her guitarist husband Darrel Higham, soon appeared followed by the lady herself. Imelda May was every inch the star in a hip hugging sequined number, complete with her signature red lips and blonde pin curl.

Getting stuck in straight off, May delivered “Love Tattoo” followed by Howlin’ Wolf’s “Spoonful”. A born entertainer who cut her teeth in Bruxelles and honed her craft in the pubs and clubs ofLondon, May let us know she was here to rock. “Kentish Town Waltz” and “Big Bad Handsome Man” perfectly showcased her sassy brand of smooth to growling vocals. This very sexy sound is owned by May. She was joined next by Mary Black for an emotional rendition of “Mountains to the Sea”.

The show was punctuated by May’s own stories of her musical history and her genuine affection for Dublin is touching, the audience connected with her familiar accent. May belted out gems from her latest album “Mayhem” with an assured je ne sais quoi, shimmying seductively against blasts of Rockabilly energy from her band. Her second guest of honour was Paul Brady, who like Black was a hit with the middle aged crowd. “The World is What You Make it” made a great team of May and Brady.

The special thing about May is the twinkle in her eye and a palpable sense of mischief – and that is why she’s on her way to becoming an Irish musical legend. May launched into blistering versions of “Mayhem” and “Johnny Got a Boom Boom” before exiting the stage. She was soon back with Black, Brady and her singer sister Maria in tow for a Christmas themed finale. Fluffy snow filled the O2 during a beautiful “Silent Night”. We were left on a retro festive high – good times Imelda!

Oct 14, 2011

Peer Gynt – A Boy Living in a Man’s World

My new fave mode of transport is the Luas – it’s like my own Bat Mobile to The Northside. A five minute ride to Clerys (for ladies who don’t do BT), Easons and Foam Café. Last night I jumped out on Abbey Street and straight in the door of Sheries, the perfect pit stop before Peer Gynt at the O’Reilly Theatre. We slipped into a comfortable spot for an hour’s munch. Creamy lattes were followed by a hearty chicken curry, just like mammy makes, and a Spanish omelette with chips. I must mention the service in Sheries, not for the first time, as the guy in charge of this joint really is top of his game.

Stuffed chops, we made our way up to Belvedere College via David Norris’ stamping ground, North Great Georges Street. What a lovely place, an unspoilt oasis in a bustling part of the city – I can see why it’s most famous resident raves on so. The O’Reilly Theatre is a large auditorium inside the school and the stage was fully decked out with draped windows, chaise longue and vintage lamps for Peer Gynt. Rough Magic’s adaptation of the Henrik Ibsen classic has been re-worked by Arthur Riordan, with music by Tarab. It was a packed house for the Ulster Bank Dublin Theatre Festival.

The play opens with Peer entering what appears to be a hospital, to be stripped of his suit and put in regulation pyjamas. Soon we are introduced to his young self bantering away with his mother, the son she just can’t rely on. For Peer is the original Walter Mitty or Billy Liar, and gets carried away by his fantastic tales, riding on the crest of his imagination. Told in rhyming monologue the two bounce from one to the other as Peer soars through his grand story, his mother equally despairing and encouraging. Rory Nolan is captivating as Peer Gynt, the boy who never grew up, an escapologist extraordinaire.

We travel in rhyme and riddle through Peer’s mad world, not knowing what’s real or made up anymore than he does himself. When he runs off with a local bride to be he finds himself embroiled in the forest with trolls. This is where Rough Magic comes alive with all of the players dressed up in crazy costume and some great one liners pinging back and forth. Troll daddy, the Mountain King, is a funny creature indeed. All the while Peer’s mother and his true love endeavour to save him – from himself mostly! The action on stage is non stop with infectious energy and especially brilliant performances from Karen Ardiff, Sarah Greene and Arthur Riordan himself.

Torn between his alter egos of good and evil, white and black angels who shadow him throughout, Peer navigates himself in and out of trouble with some great highs and lows. Eventually we encounter him as an older man, having left home after his mother’s death, and conquered Africa. Or so we are to believe. With pomp and swagger he holds court until he is reminded of his sad lack of legacy. But yet again instead of facing the truth Peer transports to another world, this time ancient Egypt where he faces all manner of puzzles and familiar faces. Is his past coming back to haunt him? Peer must face the consequences of his misspent days.

The one thing Peer can’t escape is himself and when death is all around him he must reconcile his own judgement day. Aspects of Peer’s life swirl around his now jaded self. Regrets. Denials. The moral of the story is that it’s better to have been noble or villain but not on the fence as Peer, who now protests otherwise. He is a man who’s never surrendered true love, given without receiving or made his mother proud. What is his final fate? Although a thoroughly enjoyable romp, I couldn’t help but feel that Rough Magic might have indulged Peer Gynt time wise, as it spanned over three hours. A swifter conclusion might have added rather than taken away, but as a friend pointed out, how the hell do you edit Ibsen?