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The Beauty Queen of Leenane and Other Plays
by Martin McDonagh
Read The Pillowman and went crazy for McDonagh; his work is so incredibly Irish, I have no other way to describe it. This book brings me to a total of five of his plays that I have raced through in a week's time. I have also just discovered that he is a director as well as a playwright, so this weekend will be filled with In Bruges and Seven Psychopaths, where he had the good taste in casting Colin Ferrell.
The Beauty Queen of Leenane
There's a theme in his work, and the theme is elderly people who annoy the shit out of their grown children and neighbors, to the point of death threats (see: Johnnypateeenmike in Cripple of Inishmaan and Maureen & Ray here). Things to know: Kimberley biscuits are apparently the worst type of all and should only be purchased to torment your irritating housebound mother.
When Mairtin showed up in a Manchester United shirt, I knew I wouldn't like him. Then we find out he would like to beat women (exceptin' of course, for his bad leg getting in the way) and was expelled from school for cooking a hamster alive, so my dislike was extremely justified. Also, he's a fucking idiot. At least now I know why Ray mentioned the priest slapping him in The Beauty Queen of Leenane "for no reason" - he asked about the church cutting "the willies off [of corpses they bury] and give them to the tinkers [to eat]".
The Lonesome West
Father Welsh-Walsh-Welsh has lost control of his parish. Or never, even once, had control of it to begin with.
The Beauty Queen of Leenane
There's a theme in his work, and the theme is elderly people who annoy the shit out of their grown children and neighbors, to the point of death threats (see: Johnnypateeenmike in Cripple of Inishmaan and Maureen & Ray here). Things to know: Kimberley biscuits are apparently the worst type of all and should only be purchased to torment your irritating housebound mother.
MAG (pause): Do me a mug of tea, Ray. (Pause.) Or a mug of Complan do me, even. (Pause.) And give it a good stir to get rid of the oul lumps.A Skull in Connemara
RAY: If it was getting rid of oul lumps I was to be, it wouldn't be with Complan I'd be starting. It would be much closer to home, boy. Oh aye, much closer. A big lump sitting in an oul fecking rocking-chair it would be. I'll tell you that!
When Mairtin showed up in a Manchester United shirt, I knew I wouldn't like him. Then we find out he would like to beat women (exceptin' of course, for his bad leg getting in the way) and was expelled from school for cooking a hamster alive, so my dislike was extremely justified. Also, he's a fucking idiot. At least now I know why Ray mentioned the priest slapping him in The Beauty Queen of Leenane "for no reason" - he asked about the church cutting "the willies off [of corpses they bury] and give them to the tinkers [to eat]".
The Lonesome West
Father Welsh-Walsh-Welsh has lost control of his parish. Or never, even once, had control of it to begin with.
GIRLEEN: Father Walsh Welsh has no sense of humour. I'll walk him the road home for himself, and see he doesn't get hit by a cow like the last time.Overall: don't live in this fecking town, because you're likely to get offed by someone you're related to.