rilfemind, written by aussie andrew upton (aka, cate blanchett’s husband) and directed by oscar award winning actor, philip seymour hoffman is probably one of the worst plays i’ve seen since i was conceived. john hannah (4 weddings and a funeral) and ruth gemmel (fever pitch) star in this play about a once successful band (somewhere between the rolling stones and the police) who are intent on touring again.
the middle-aged (and post-middle-aged) foggies talk about the most mundane trash imaginable. it’s a male fantasy play about nuddling and ‘talk’ surrounding men being wrapped around womens’ private parts. oh and i should mention, the lone female in the band is relegated to the sidelines, unless it’s got something to do with sex. and all the men are dressed like alter-egos of philip seymour hoffman. converse shoes (what self-respecting brit wears converse?), washed out t-shirts and blue jeans. yet another reason film stars should stick to what they know best. the financial times was gracious enough to give the play merely a bad review.