10 Green Questions with… Comedian Morgan C. Jones

For the first time in over 8 years Morgan C Jones will play stand up comedian - singular. Due to re debut at The Bankers Comedy Club, Dublin this Saturday 17th April @ 8pm - I dropped by to have a chat with Morgan and ask [my now ritual] 10 green questions…. *warning: may contain #doyouknowanto footage Carmody & Jones also have dates coming up soon at Diva Restaurant in Bray and can be contacted via twitter.com/carmodyandjones and the Carmody and Jones website is well worth a visit. You may also have heard of Carmody & Jones here as the emergency and here at the International Improv Legend. Gentleman. Genius. And really good coffee. Thanks Morgan

Review of Who Is Fergus Kilpatrick

There are two ways of coming to Who Is Fergus Kilpatrick. If you read the play’s initial subtext or come to it blind, this play is a feature about an historical Kerry rebel that veers off mid way, playing tricks with you for the rest of the time until you get comfortable with the tricks being played and accept that it is a play that’s questioning reality. Or you can read into it a bit further and know in advance that it’s a play about the philosophy of reality and with that comfort, enjoy the entertainment and comedy that is offered in the process of its analysis. I confess I came to it blind and my head hurt by the end but the question that I’m still trying to figure out is which of these two audiences are the producers trying to reach? Maybe a bit of both, and naturally … There’s more

Out On His Own at the IFI Stranger than Fiction Festival

I‘m a big fan of the IFI’s Stranger than Fiction Documentary Festival each year. This year’s festival begind this evening with a screening of Pyjama Girls, followed by a Q&A with director Maya Derrington and producer Nicky Gogan. Across the four days there are 22 twenty-two documentaries, short films, special presentations of archive titles and numerous events, not to mention a number of gems. Oliver Stone’s epic South of the Borderlooks at South American politics. Sins of my Father is an extraordinary examination of the life of Pablo Escobar as seen through the eyes of his only son, Sebastian Marroquin. The genius of Bill Hicks is explored in American: The Bill Hicks Story. There will again be a Q&A with the film’s directors tomorrow. One of the most exciting moments of the festival will surely be the Q&A session after the screening of Gilbert O’Sullivan – Out On His Own … There’s more

On set at Meteor’s new ad - Houseparty

It’s not often that you get to go on set at an ad shoot but myself and Darragh made our way out to Shankhill recently to view the filming of Meteor‘s new ad. The shoot, directed by Steven Green, is taking the form of a house party at a huge house. One of the rooms has been decked out with DJ, funky props (the Mr Ben is a nice touch) and people are dancing wall to wall (to Two Door Cinema Club’s Undercover Martyn). There aren’t any standard 35-mm cameras but hand-held high end still cameras shooting in HD (Canon 5D to be exact). We’re shown upstairs where members of the creative team are reviewing footage from the previous take. Instead of the them viewing live footage, memory cards are brought up from the two cameras shooting downstairs. The footage is focused on two girls filming a guy dancing furiously … There’s more

Sweary’s Jaw

Surreptitiously bothered that N-Dubz’ Dappy managed to father one child, let alone two. It may surprise you to learn that I’m a bit of a patriot. It may surprise my brother even more, who had a drunken go at me last month when I forgot to stand for the national anthem (South Galway is retrotastic like that). The fact is, I like being Irish. We may not be the best looking, or the most intelligent, or the least likely to suffer fools, but … but … We have nice accents and … erm … Anyway, I just thought I should assure you, at this late stage in the Game Of Jaw, that I do try to find Irish celebrity nonsense for you parochial scandalhounds to slaver over. The problem is, of course, that Irish celebrities are very boring. Perhaps you could argue that they’re mannered and classy, but I’m calling … There’s more