Verdict: Is Julian Clary desperate?
Some of you, hearing Julian Clary is in a play in the West End, might think: ‘Ooh, that nice Julian, so funny and camp, let’s have a jolly night out.’
Don’t do it!
Playwright Stephen Clark wrote Le Grand Mort for Mr Clary. Heaven knows why. First, the story is so muddled as to be artistically pointless.
Second, Mr Clary is not a good enough actor to appear in a tense psycho drama about two gay men on an early assignation, both of them possibly with murderous inclinations.
Mr Clary plays Michael, whom we find in his kitchen (a handsome set) as he prepares supper for a raunchy young visitor, Tim (James Nelson-Joyce).
Michael is middle-aged, nasal and camp, ie, Julian Clary. That at least saves Mr Clary having to act a lot. Even so, he trembles so much, I feared he would chop off a finger as he prepared a pasta dish and keeps looking at the audience, pleadingly.