Review: Alan Cumming Sings Sappy Songs, Sydney Festival season
Alan Cumming has the ineffable quality of a star. There's that flashing smile, sliding from cheeky to rueful within seconds. There's the twinkled eyes, the hair, the pixie-ish demeanour. He's magnetic and it burns somewhere from the inside; somewhere one can't quite place but will readily believe in. At 11:45pm on a Friday night in... Read more.