'Whisky Taster'Review
I haven't posted here before but I just wanted to say that Sam is playing at the bush currently in 'The Whisky Taster' I saw it on Monday and Sam really is fantastic, and acts with grace, poise and brilliant comic timing. We had front row seats and for anyone who hasn't been to the Bush, its the size of maybe a living room and so Sam was an arm's reach away! He truly is that good looking. He is utterly believable,sensitive and plays with such tortured beauty it is impossible not to want to reach and hold him
Synaesthesia is a tricky beast. It’s basically a neurological condition which condemns those afflicted with it to a life in which words evoke colours, and emotions can be experienced as colour. Sometimes it is almost playful, with the mere names of the days of the week evoking tonal sensations; at other times it is intensely painful, with a glimpse of a buzzy pattern causing dizziness or strong feelings conjuring up great blasts of colour, an unbearable onslaught of confusion and derangement.
In James Graham’s empathetic and engaging new play, which opened last night, twentysomething whizkid Barney suffers from synaesthesia, but he also manages to use it to good account at his job in a top advertising agency. Together with Croydon motormouth Nicola, Barney is part of a dream team, and his ability to free-associate colours with products is a vital part of their success. This dynamic duo work well together, and their chatter is punctuated with in-jokes and funny voices.
But when Barney and Nicola embark on a pitch for a new vodka campaign, they decide to invite a Scottish whisky taster to help them brand what they think is an upmarket firewater. After all, isn’t a sensitive palate all that’s needed to create a slogan for a new product? Not so. The arrival of the whisky taster, a tall, bearded fellow with a penchant not only for single malts but also for homespun philosophy, calls into question not only Barney and Nicola’s campaign ideas, but their frantic workaholic lifestyle as well.
Synaesthesia is a tricky beast. It’s basically a neurological condition which condemns those afflicted with it to a life in which words evoke colours, and emotions can be experienced as colour. Sometimes it is almost playful, with the mere names of the days of the week evoking tonal sensations; at other times it is intensely painful, with a glimpse of a buzzy pattern causing dizziness or strong feelings conjuring up great blasts of colour, an unbearable onslaught of confusion and derangement.
In James Graham’s empathetic and engaging new play, which opened last night, twentysomething whizkid Barney suffers from synaesthesia, but he also manages to use it to good account at his job in a top advertising agency. Together with Croydon motormouth Nicola, Barney is part of a dream team, and his ability to free-associate colours with products is a vital part of their success. This dynamic duo work well together, and their chatter is punctuated with in-jokes and funny voices.
But when Barney and Nicola embark on a pitch for a new vodka campaign, they decide to invite a Scottish whisky taster to help them brand what they think is an upmarket firewater. After all, isn’t a sensitive palate all that’s needed to create a slogan for a new product? Not so. The arrival of the whisky taster, a tall, bearded fellow with a penchant not only for single malts but also for homespun philosophy, calls into question not only Barney and Nicola’s campaign ideas, but their frantic workaholic lifestyle as well.