![]() ![]() You also laugh at the humorous revelations. There are enough of these, I’d say, to put this show in the same category as Fat Chance, in which the writer/performer shared some of the torments and triumphs of her life as a plus size dresser with bags of talent and a yearning to be taken seriously.Īs in that show, you commend the courage. My Devil in Your Eyes is the second studio album by American metalcore band The Color Morale. No longer wholly autobiographical, it nevertheless has “echoes and reflections”. On a sheet handed out to audience members, Jonluke explains that the play started with his desire to share an experience he’d had as a teenager, growing up in Sheffield and exploring his identity and sexuality online.īut he adds that the show, with Davies’s input, has “come a long way since then”. How much of Jamie is actually Jonluke is open to conjecture but there’s a confessional quality to the narrative. They go out for humble meals which help to sustain this close-knit family group in straitened circumstances. He describes pleasant Saturdays with beloved Granda Frankie who is from County Tyrone and whose colourful way with language gives the play its title. He lives in South Yorkshire with his mum and is coming to terms with his sexuality. Jonluke McKie as Jamie in The Devil Danced in Our Eyes The conversing with Si, after Jonluke has casually entered the room, sets the mildly disconcerting parameters of this show, whereby sometimes Jonluke is Jonluke, throwing us amusing and intimate snippets from his own life, and sometimes he is Jamie. He’s there in person, working his wizardry from the back. Si, though, as I’ve said, is not a robotic creation of ‘big tech’. “Si,” calls our storyteller a couple of times in the room at the top of Gateshead’s wedge-shaped Central Bar, rather like someone addressing Siri or Alexa. (Perhaps, given his input, this isn’t quite the ‘one-man’ show I’ve alluded to.) These come courtesy of digital whizz Simon Cole. Jonluke reveals himself to be an accomplished storyteller, well capable of holding an audience for an hour with a guitar close to hand and some fancy projections on the screen behind. Now here he was on stage, directed by Amy Golding in a one-man show written by himself and Allison Davies. Twice this year I’d seen the work of Jonluke McKie as director, enjoying productions of Christina Castling’s play, A Way Home, and then Rachel Stockdale’s’ Fat Chance, performed at Live Theatre ahead of a run in Edinburgh. Jonluke McKie in confiding mode in The Devil Danced in Our Eyes
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