Micheál MacLiammóir
Birthday:
25 October 1899, Kilburn, London, England, UK
Birth Name:
Alfred Willmore
Micheal MacLimmoir was a theatrical giant who dominated Irish theatre for over 50 years. Actor, designer, playwright and brilliant raconteur he was very much his own creation. He cut an imposing figure under the spotlight and in real life dressed flamboyantly wearing full make-up at all times and a jet black hairpiece. When he died in 1978 aged 79 ...
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Micheal MacLimmoir was a theatrical giant who dominated Irish theatre for over 50 years. Actor, designer, playwright and brilliant raconteur he was very much his own creation. He cut an imposing figure under the spotlight and in real life dressed flamboyantly wearing full make-up at all times and a jet black hairpiece. When he died in 1978 aged 79 The Irish Times wrote that 'Nobody can assess the contribution that Micheal MacLiammoir made to Irish theatre'. Throughout his life MacLiammoir closed guarded the fact that he was not in fact Irish at all but had been born in London. As Alfred Willmore he had been a child actor on the London stage in the company of Noel Coward. He later travelled widely throughout Europe, studying arts and languages, before reaching Ireland where he met his future partner, the actor Hilton Edwards. In 1928 the two men started the world famous Gate Theatre in Dublin and among the early players were James Mason and Orson Welles. MacLiammoir appeared on Broadway in the 1930's and from the 1950's onwards toured the world in an accalimed one man show The Importance of Being Oscar, based on the life of Oscar Wilde. He followed this in 1963 with I Must Be Talking to My Friends, a show about Irish writers, and lastly with Talking About Yeats, his final one man entertainment. On MacLiammoir's death Sir John Gielgud commented "Designer, wit, linguist and boon companion as well as actor, he was a uniquely talented and delightful creature." Show less «
Some people call me a ham - in my day it was called acting.
Some people call me a ham - in my day it was called acting.
We actors are born at the rise of a curtain, and we die with its fall, and very night in the presence of our patrons we write our new creati...Show more »
We actors are born at the rise of a curtain, and we die with its fall, and very night in the presence of our patrons we write our new creation, and every night it is blotted out forever. What use is it then to say to our critics 'Ah, but you should have seen me last Tuesday?'. Show less «
Life is a long rehearsal for a play that is never produced.
Life is a long rehearsal for a play that is never produced.
[describing 16-year-old Orson Welles' audition for Dublin's Gate Theatre]It was an astonishing performance, wrong from beginning to end, but...Show more »
[describing 16-year-old Orson Welles' audition for Dublin's Gate Theatre]It was an astonishing performance, wrong from beginning to end, but with all the qualities of fine acting rearing their way through a chaos of inexperience. His diction was practically perfect; his personality, in spite of fantastic antics, was real and varied; his sense of passion, of evil, of drunkenness, of tyranny, of a sort demoniac authority, was arresting. A preposterous energy pulsated through everything he did. Show less «
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