JAMES MCNAMARA finds the best of old and new at a night of Folk in the Portland Arms.
JAMES MACNAMARA asks whether our anger should focus more on the practices of the meat industry in general than on Black Beauty.
“Perhaps, sir, this might be offered as a definition of energy, in the light of science’s inadequacy on such matters…” JAMES MACNAMARA writes on this week’s ADC late show.
“This will not be an ‘omg it’s just been week five and this play really brightened my mood’ kind of review. It has just been, and it did, but I’m feeling more existential than that.” JAMES MACNAMARA celebrates an evening of unadulterated fun.
“In order to fulfil what is potentially a very important function, Hatch needs to re-examine its identity… until it does so, I cannot offer it my support.” Hatch still hasn’t cracked it, writes JAMES MACNAMARA.
JAMES MACNAMARA recommends a show that will leave you in unbitter tears.
JAMES MACNAMARA is a red-blooded critic and he likes his poetry raw.
JAMES MACNAMARA is left depressed, depraved and seeking solace. The play was alright, though.
Finally, a play to take JAMES MACNAMARA down and make him go all weak at the knees.
Like any decent critic, JAMES MACNAMARA enjoys watching actors kill and eat each other onstage.
Clichés are a sign of very bad writing and JAMES MACNAMARA has counted all these chickens many times before.