Plus Mel Brook's first ever one man show in the capital, the return of Modest Mouse and the hunt for Scottish goldMore
“Where the fuck’s my food, fuckface?” A not-so-polite request from Mr Whiskers, a ginger tom, to his owner, Jerry (Ryan Reynolds), in Marjane Satrapie’s new blackest of black comedies, The Voices. We should also mention that Jerry is a paranoid schizophrenic and has all kinds of lively discussions with both Mr Whiskers and his somewhat more affable pet dog, Bosco; like when Jerry accidentally kills his office crush (Gemma Arterton) and Mr Whiskers – in a Scottish brogue, no less – tells him to “Get rid of the fucking body, dipshit”. Catty.
It’s hard to believe that in Mel Brook’s 88 years he has never graced London with a solo comedy show. Still, better late than never as this week the former 2,000 year-old man plans to do just that. The Tony, Emmy, Grammy and Oscar winner will be bringing his 'introspective retrospective' of a 70 year career, including the insider information on Blazing Saddles, Spaceballs and The Producers as well as an insight into growing up as a German Jew in 1920s Brooklyn. Live music is also expected to make an appearance. As Brooks himself said, ‘It will be an evening the audience will never forget – whether they want to or not!’.
Sunday 22 March, The Prince Of Wales Theatre, delfontmackintosh.co.uk