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October 23, 2017 • music video, Uncategorized

Way To Love by Brave Giant

I did some acting in the cops and robbers themed video for Brave Giant’s new track Way To Love. Fergal Costello directed the whole shebang with a stellar team on board.

Kate Gilmore, Ian McEvoy, Peter McGann and myself play a really inept band of robbers. The song recently shot to the top of the iTunes chart in Ireland.

You can take a gawk at the video right here.

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December 13, 2014 • Uncategorized

War Of Attrition


Currently in the midst of a new run of my play War Of Attrition. We just finished a three night stay in Kilkenny and its up to Dublin from this Monday for a six night run in Project Arts Centre.

The Irish Times previews the piece yesterday and wrote these nice words:

“Devious Theatre returns with its Fringe hit from last year, a comic and darkly subversive take on chuggers, bilious internet bloggers and psychopathy. An unlikely camaraderie develops between a charity worker, an online scourge and a homeless guy, and it disintegrates just as quickly, with hilarious performances from John Doran, Roseanna Purcell and its writer John Morton (below). All are given supple direction by Niamh Moroney.”

That sums it up in a nutshell really. So if you’re looking for some theatre as you approach Christmas week, get thee to Project Arts Centre for some troll hunting, life hacking, online feuding, cyber spills and thrills.

We’re playing at 8.15pm nightly in Project Cube from Monday 15th to Saturday 20th and you can get your tickets for the show right here. Props to Paddy Dunne for these new poster designs too, slick as ya like.

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September 15, 2014 • Theatre, Uncategorized

A Cult For You

10623492_10152903087728676_8553289367359675772_oJohn Doran’s one man show The Centre Of The Universe which I directed is currently going great guns at this years Tiger Dublin Fringe. It’s one of this years Show In A Bag offerings and has garnered a couple of nice reviews since it opened, check them out here and here.

10631052_10152900136648676_796277500093288867_oIt’s running until this Saturday night so check it out if you want to see a masterclass of physical comedy from a seriously talented performer. You can book tickets here.

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November 12, 2013 • Uncategorized

The Vultures Murder Mystery Hour And A Bit


Devious Theatre have just completed recording of a brand new radio series written and directed by myself. It’s a 20 part murder mystery detective comedy radio serial called Vultures. Yes, all of those things and possibly some more to come. Based on the web series we once made with Mycrofilms, it’s now going to be a web and radio series which will be released in 2014. It’s being produced by KCLR in conjunction with Devious Theatre. I haven’t heard a peep of it yet but we had a lot of fun in the studio so I’m looking forward to getting into the edit on this one. For more info, do some sleuthing here.

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February 18, 2013 • Uncategorized

What’s In The Bag?

I’ve been writing a short film called Swerve which will be directed by Ross Costigan for Mycrofilms later this year.

Ross and myself have been working on it for quite a while now and we’re currently prepping to bring it in front of the cameras this April. And to mark the commencement of pre-production, Ross took some nice photos of the film’s three leads who he has just revealed over on his blog. The trio of fine upstanding thesps who will be engaging in some springtime ultra violence are David Thompson (The Gent), Eddie Murphy (Teddy Boy) and John Doran (Vaughan). If you think they look mean and moody here, they’re only wearing their own clothes so wait until we get them into the actual costumes.

The story is about a swarm of competing criminals trying to track down a mysterious bag. It will hopefully be a very dark, violent and funny short. Our ‘what if’ for Swerve is if the video game Streets Of Rage was adapted into a short movie written by Martin McDonagh and directed by Robert Rodriguez. That’s doing myself and Ross an awful amount of favours though but fuck it, no harm in aiming high! If we can make something that’s even half as insane as that sounds, then we’re doing alright. We’ve a great crew on board and Ross is currently assembling a seriously stacked thirty strong cast of characters.

Swerve is the third short film from Mycrofilms and keeps our genre hopping escapades intact following on from romantic comedy Hot Water Bottle and family drama Baby Love, both of which premiered in 2012. Swerve is going to be our biggest, baddest and bloodiest yet. I’ll keep the updates coming in the run up to the shoot and if you like, you can read them.

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November 12, 2012 • Uncategorized

A Bucket Full Of Fire

For the next two weeks I’ll be using my acting on the newest production from Dublin based theatre company Sheer Tantrum. The play is A Bucket Full Of Fire by Darren Donohue and this will mark its debut production.

The play has been summarised as thus:

As dawn approaches six people gather around a well and a bed. They amuse, torment and confront each other but only the strongest among them will survive the night…

I play one of the six people, Blic. And I am mostly gathered around the bed. Which is highly relaxing at times. Blic is a blast of a part and I’ve been having a whole lot of fun playing with it over the last few weeks of rehearsals. This is the second of Darren’s shows that I have worked on after last appearing in Voices In The Rubble which Sheer Tantrum produced last year. He’s an amazing writer and his style is so distinct and original that I’m certain it’s going to be produced for many a year to come.

I’m working under the direction of the brilliant Vincent A O’Reilly and a great cast consisting of Simon Toal, Sinead O’Brien, Paul Travers, Vincent Browning, Grace Barry and Sarah Flanagan.

So if you’re looking to see an exciting new Irish company perform some great new writing, then Smock Alley this week is the place to be! It runs from tonight November 12th until Saturday November 24th at 8pm nightly. You can book your tickets at Smock Alley or else right here!

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July 6, 2011 • Uncategorized

Grievously Stricken

Which is in fact one of the dictionary definition terms for the word smitten.

After my play Smitten finished in Kilkenny on Saturday night after a 7 night run and a trip to Cork for Solstice, I feel pretty much the same. Well stricken. A whole bunch of post show blues that are made all the worse by the fact that we’re finishing up our In The Future When All’s Well residency in Kilkenny Arts Office after 6 months. I feel like a child who’s lost his favourite ball. Or that dog that sits on graves. Having being so busy with Scratcher, Shifting and Smitten, it’s going to be a bit odd to be getting back to being slightly less busy.

But I’ve got some really nice projects lined up and Devious Theatre have some big news coming soon so the future is indeed bright.

And as for Smitten, all I can say is that I’m delighted with the reaction that the show got. The comedy and the musical seemed to mesh really well and people seemed to prefer it to the first production. Which I guess was the point of doing it again. Also, following on from Scratcher and Shifting it would have been a shame to let the ball drop. Especially if you end up looking really stupid while dancing.

I’m not resting on my laurels too much and I’m currently working on the post show 10th draft of Smitten. There’s a lot that needs to be taken out and added in so that’ll be nice little job for the next few days.

So yeah, 3 plays, 6 months… I’m gonna get some rest. The End.

Thanks to Nathanael McDonald and Pat Moore for the photos.

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June 24, 2011 • Uncategorized

A Trailer For Smitten

With 2 days to go before Smitten begins, the final part of Devious Theatre’s In The Future When All’s Well season has gotten itself a trailer.

    We shot this trailer in the Arts Office about 2 weeks ago before we took our jaunt down to Cork to open the show at Solstice. It’s a fairly succinct mix of exposition, character intro, comedy and musical. All shot in one handy, editable take!

    Check it out here and if you like it, maybe tell your friends and get them to come!

    Smitten plays Kilkenny Arts Office from June 26th – July 2nd at 8pm nightly. Tickets can be bought at the venue, booked on 0861048191 and bought online at tickets.devioustheatre.com

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    June 14, 2011 • Uncategorized

    Smitten Hits Cork

    It’s been a pretty crazy couple of weeks as we at Devious Theatre prep the new production of my play Smitten.

    One of the most exciting aspects of this restaging of the show is that we’re going to be debuting it down in Cork during Solstice as part of the Cork Midsummer Festival. It opens this Thursday at 6pm on the 3rd Floor of the Old FÁS Building on Sullivan Quay.  I’m really excited about taking the show down to Cork for the following reasons:

    1. Devious Theatre have never been in Cork.

    2. Solstice has an amazing line up and we can’t wait to dive into it.

    3. We love Cork. It has great pubs and places to eat and looks really nice in the sunshine.

    So yeah, that pretty much sums it up. It all makes up for the fact that my current hair and beard combo for the play makes me look like Cormac Battle/Chino from Deftones/Elijah Wood/Timmy Mallett or a ‘bad Slovakian death metaller’. Yeah, makes sense.

    We’re calling this version of Smitten ‘a play that wants to be a musical’ but otherwise we’ve termed it ‘a romantic comedy about rain, recession and why dance sequences are harder in real life’. It’s a lot different than the 2008 version of the play but if it’s comedy/theatrics/musical interludes and profanity you’re into, then this should tickle some of your fancies.

    You can find all details on the play over on the Devious Theatre website. I’ll also be writing a lot more about the play in the coming weeks as we approach the Kilkenny opening on June 26th.

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    June 2, 2011 • Uncategorized

    Daffney Molloy And Other Catastrophes

    This is a story I’d written based on Smitten, a play. I guess it was a way to flesh out the play back in 2007 but it took on a bit of a life of it’s own as a story. I performed it during a reading called Beaver Fever back in Toronto in 2010. Here it is in it’s spoiler edited form.

    Who is she?

    Tommy had no idea who this girl was. But apparently all his friends did. Local talent, right?

    Sitting in Ryan’s, men be telling tales, tales of near misses and catches that got away:

    Apparently one time Skeet Keating actually walked up to her in the Market Cross shopping centre and just asked her out. She was 16 at the time with dark hair tied in pigtails and baggy Hobo jeans and she had her nose pierced but that’s not what matters. What matters is that little Skeet plucked up the courage to ask out Daffney Molloy. And she just looked at him with those piercing blue eyes and asked him why on earth would he want to go out with her and could he give her 3 good reasons why he was asking her out. And he coughed and he spluttered and he couldn’t think of anything. And with a little smile and a wink, she just left him standing there, like a muppet. And as she left he wished that he could get accustomed to that face.

    Motion. Slow motion. That’s how she moves. Kevin can remember the time he came home from college and went straight into Dunnes Stores to buy deodorant for his sweaty Bus Eireann afflicted armpits and he saw her shopping with her mother. He saw her move through the fruit and veg section with a grace he’d never seen before in a girl, like she was floating or something. It called to mind what a wise man had a once said, that the motion of the world rested on a woman’s hips. How true he contemplated this as he watched this beautiful creature who had messy brown hair with blonde streaks spread through it and who wore a bright yellow and green sweater. He watched her holding that head of lettuce, and he swore she swayed its little green trestles into her mother’s trolley with the daintiest of moves. That’s how she travels. With the motion of the world in her body.

    Well, that’s how she moved the time Dave saw her one winter’s night in Cleeres pub. He was drunk as usual so he stared all the more. It was rare enough to see her out socialising but she just waltzed through the place without a care in the world as if she’d been out for years. Maybe she was looking for someone, a lucky fella, but maybe, just maybe, she was waltzing for waltzing’s sake. Maybe she just liked to waltz alone? She had long straight red hair and big glasses and a chunky sweater and tattered jeans that hung nicely on her hips or so Dave thought. Before he could even get his bearings, she had waltzed away on her own. And a Greek chorus of male eyes went back to their pints, or even worse, their girlfriend’s refrains of ‘What the fuck?’ And even though he kept an eye out for the rest of the night, Dave never saw her or indeed, any waltzing girls. The rest of them just didn’t waltz. Dave went back to the seat at which his girlfriend Bronagh waited for him. He put down her vodka and coke and laid his own pint on a beer mat. Perching himself on the stool, he realised how distracted he was. Bronagh had her eyes fixed on his. Before he could even feign alertness she said it to him with a wry grin: ‘If there’s one thing I know, it’s when a man has just seen Daffney Molloy.’ He mumbled an answer, shuffled uncomfortably on his seat and then started bitching about the length of the queue at the bar.

    The funniest thing Tommy thought, was the music. These boys didn’t know musicals well but everything they said harkened to a musical. It all started with the song. They all said the same thing about the song. As if she herself gave them some form of synaesthesia. There was a song that’d play, when you’d clap eyes on her and that’s how you’d know who she was. Not because of some physical description, oh no. But a song. It was close to you. It appeared every time she were near. And just like she, that song would be close to you. It mightn’t always be the Carpenters version, it might even be the Dusty Springfield version, but it would play in your head and as she disappeared, it would fade down. Apparently, she herself was like a walking musical, or so they said. Suspension of disbelief was necessary when she was around for how else could a man qualify all the song and dance and jigging and dancing he’d do when she appeared. Because even if you’re not Gene Kelly, she’ll make you feel like you are.

    Tommy was enthralled, interested, why even, alive! Yes, he felt alive! But the question still remained… who the hell is she?

    And at the exact same time Tommy sat at that party, a girl stood at the centre of town, on the Parade, in the lashings of rain, sheltering herself in the entrance way of the Left Bank bar. She was staring out at that pissing rainy night with a smile on her face. People were running for cover into pubs, doorways, taxis, anywhere they could to protect their sodden bodies from the thumping power of the rain. Cackling hen nights getting their devil horns soaked and checked shirts getting drenched and dolly girls having their well kept hair doused. Everybody wants to be dry. And why oh why would they want to be dry, thinks this girl.

    And with that, she jumps down off the steps, pulls her umbrella up and swings it everywhere but over her wee head. She starts humming and doobie doing to herself as she puts her hand out to feel the rain drops. People look very confused at the sight of a pretty young girl, dancing happily through the lashing rain, as they cursed it and shouted the swears of the world at it.

    With a kick, she sends the umbrella into the air, it spins for an age before landing right back in her mitts. And with that, she launches herself onto the road and spins her brolley as if she were a one woman merry go round. Cars beep and honk at her but she’s not doing any harm is she? Oh no, it’s only dancing, isn’t it? She balances precariously on the footpath outside Goods shop and kicks all the puddles up into the air. Up they go! Splish splash splish! Kick, kick, stamp, stamp in the puddles and she’s soaked through and through and doesn’t care, not a jot. She’s happy to be home and with all the sadness and sickness and depression and rain everywhere, isn’t it so much better to be dancing?

    A guard stops in front of her, a big thick necked country bullock and he folds his arms crossly, with nothing but tut tut written on his face. The girl stops her splishing and splashing and looks apologetically at him. Those big baleful eyes that could be any colour just stop him dead and a song begins to play in his head and he stands there, smitten. She shrugs her shoulders and turns and hands her umbrella to a passing elderly man, who takes it bemused. And with that, she saunters off towards the Town Hall, as if she were the spawn of both Rodgers and Hammerstein themselves, were they able to procreate with each other of course.

    And who is she?

    No one knows.

    Daffney Molloy will possibly appear in Smitten when it opens in Cork on June 16th and plays Kilkenny from June 26th – July 2nd.

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