Tag Archives: Aidan Maccoll

GALLUS IN WEEGIELAND

★★★★★

Tron Theatre

GALLUS IN WEEGIELAND

Tron Theatre

★★★★★

“the slickest and most joyful offering to the Scottish Christmas landscape this year”

Not for a long time have I left a theatre in higher spirits than after seeing Gallus in Weegieland – Tron Theatre’s annual winter pantomime. Written by Johnny McKnight and directed by Sally Reid, this show is a masterpiece of comedy, character and cultural references that will leave your head spinning in the best possible way.

The show is a comically Glaswegian twist on the Alice in Wonderland story. We meet Alice, an aspiring dancer with a big heart and very little talent, who is on a metaphorical journey to find herself and along the way hopefully her love, imagination and bravery. She asserts her bravery early on by following a half-boy-half-rabbit, Knavey, underground into the magical Weegieland. Here she is treated to a chorus of Glaswegian characters, decked out in fake designer and framed by a collage of high street shop names and pigeons. We follow Alice’s journey as she meets Hatter (not mad, just eccentric), the wannabe psychic Honey the Caterpillar and, eventually, the terrifying Queenie of Hearts. Alice must find her imagination and decide if love is really worth staying in Weegieland forever.

From start to finish, the cast of this production excel. Jessica Donnelly and Aidan MacColl as ensemble offer delightful characterisation throughout, elevating any scene they are in. Marc Mackinnon is sublime as the diva Honey, continually enrapturing the audience with their killer vocals and dry delivery. Star Penders perfectly encapsulates the mummy’s boy persona of Knavey, and one can’t help but be pulled in by Catriona Faint’s charming Hatter. Indeed, Faint’s banter with the audience is a real highlight of the show and their quick fire jokes so expertly delivered like ace after ace at a grand slam tennis match. Jorgey Scott-Learmonth offers a truly endearing Alice which skillfully never tips into the annoying – we are rooting for her throughout. The absolute scene stealer for this show, however, is Louise McCarthy as Queenie of Hearts. We come to learn very early that when McCarthy is onstage, all eyes are on her. She delivers the role with such unhinged movements and expressions that the audience is in stitches for two hours straight.

One of the most joyous elements of this show was its music, an original score composed by Ross Brown. The songs employed clever lyrics, catchy tunes and they were, as Queenie of Hearts would say, absolute bangers. Having original songs throughout elevated the show above the panto norm and, combined with the frequent interactions with the live pianist, reminded us that music is just as integral a part of panto rep as anything else. Add on top of that Eva Forrester’s vibrant choreography and the show becomes a wonderland of musical theatre.

The show offers the epitome of a pantomime aesthetic, with design by Kenny Miller, and dazzles from start to finish in outlandish patterns and colours and lights. The stage is relatively small, but it manages to feel huge and the energy and atmosphere extends into the whole room.

The audience were a little shy at points, and a couple of jokes flew past our heads, but with a little more bedding in this show could well be the slickest and most joyful offering to the Scottish Christmas landscape this year. This is the perfect show for locals and visitors alike to escape and be dazzled by a truly unapologetically Glaswegian pantomime.



GALLUS IN WEEGIELAND

Tron Theatre

Reviewed on 21st November 2025

by Kathryn McQueen

Photography by Mihaela Bodlovic


 

Previously reviewed at this venue:

ARLINGTON | ★★★ | October 2025
BLACK HOLE SIGN | ★★★★ | September 2025

 

 

GALLUS IN WEEGIELAND

GALLUS IN WEEGIELAND

GALLUS IN WEEGIELAND

POP OFF, MICHELANGELO!

★★★★★

Edinburgh Festival Fringe

POP OFF, MICHELANGELO!

Edinburgh Festival Fringe

★★★★★

“this camp, fairy-tale romp of a show is going to be the best hour and fifteen of our day”

A cloud drifts across the stage. Six tall columns stand proud, with a scattering of shorter ones—Doric and Ionic, naturally—not a Corinthian in sight. The cloud becomes a marvellous projection surface, alive with images that reveal the inner thoughts and inner musings of this gloriously queer fantasia.

We begin with Beyoncé’s 2022 triumph—her Renaissance, the album that changed everything. And then, we’re told, this show is about the other Renaissance. Of course.

Cue art history gags—the sort of jokes that send art historians into delighted squeals. Like how everyone “hates” Raphael (not true, of course, but who doesn’t enjoy taking potshots at the popular girls?). Our guides are the gay ghosts of the Italian Renaissance, and instantly we know: this camp, fairy-tale romp of a show is going to be the best hour and fifteen of our day.

Enter the brothers: Michelangelo and Leonardo. Yes, those guys—but here they are flaming, fabulous, and gloriously, unapologetically gay. Gay in both the homosexual sense and the whimsical, theatrical sense. Yet, in their time, love like theirs was forbidden. Cue a parade of songs so cheeky you can’t help but grin: mischievous “truths” such as the Mona Lisa being nothing more than a cute boyfriend in drag. When asked about new student orientation, the cast cracks: “heterosexual.” The show revels in falsification, camp exaggeration, and rewriting history with fabulous flair. And yes—there is a great Pope. Of course there is.

The scenic world of this piece is a clever use of tall and short columns, which shift and support the ever-morphing scenes. Michelangelo discovers a chisel, conjures the Pietà, finds a twenty-year-old block of marble, and miraculously liberates David from the stone. But in this work, what’s truly freed from the marble is love itself.

The message is simple, yet profound: we are all brothers, sisters, siblings, lovers, or none of the above, if we are aromantic, and that is okay, too. Whether we fall in love, never love, love differently, or love not at all, every expression—or non-expression—of love is vital. That is the rainbow light bathing the white columns. For it is not the pillars that hold this world aloft, but acceptance, love, and—let’s face it—talent.

There are moments when we must cry, “Pop off, Michelangelo!”

Moments when we must sculpt the seemingly unsculptable.

Moments when we ourselves must be freed from the rock—or pried away from the orgy.

And there are moments when chapels of acceptance are built not from stone, but from art and theatre. For theatre has always done this: told whimsical, joyful stories that whisper—no, sing—to the world: it doesn’t matter what you are, or who you are. You are special. Especially if you are Marisa Tomei.

The cast is outstanding: Max Eade (Michelangelo), Aidan MacColl (Leonardo da Vinci), Michael Marouli (Pope), Laura Sillett (Savonarola), Kurrand Khand (Salai), Aoife Haakenson (Mother), and Sev Keoshgerian (Italian Chef).

The creatives are equally dazzling:

Dylan Marcaurele (Book, Music and Lyrics), Sundeep Saini (Choreographer & Intimacy Director), Emily Bestow (Costume Designer), Adam King (Lighting Designer), Joe McNeice, Emily Bestow & PJ McEvoy (Set Design), Joe McNeice (Director).

So don’t be a Pick-Me Girl. Pick this. Let it erase the homophobia of the past and remind us that love is only ever love. For love does not separate us—it connects us. Or, at the very least, gets us through “ten years of art therapy.”



POP OFF, MICHELANGELO!

Edinburgh Festival Fringe

Reviewed on 17th August 2025 at Udderbelly at Underbelly, George Square

by Louis Kavouras

Photography by Danny with a Camera

 

 

 

 

 

Pop Off

Pop Off

Pop Off