On Saturday night, I went to see The Lieutenant Of Inishmore at the Lyceum Theatre.
First of all, the Lyceum is an amazing venue, stunning and intimate. And tell me who doesn't like a little stunning intimacy now and then?
Of the plays Martin McDonagh has written, I've seen The Beauty Queen of Leenane, The Lonesome West and The Pillowman, all wonderful for different reasons.
I expected a home run right off the bat with Lieutenant but found the first act a bit wanting. Too slapsticky and repetitious I thought.
Hilarious, shocking, and wonderful by turn.
Way to go Martin.
There was one bit that I felt he'd stolen directly from my life but then again, no. Perhaps I'm more common than I expect I am.
This might explain why when the stewardess came to collect my empty coffee cup today, I sensed a bit of derision in her voice as she looked down at me, held out an open bag and said Trash.