Every time that red mouth opened you knew a great big lie was coming out.
Unscrewing a light bulb you saw in his eye the minginess of the man.
I was in a seat on the aisle as she came down shouting, "Sing out, Louise"; as she passed, all the hairs on my arm stood up. Merman embodied Rose's obtuseness.
Lying on her bed in her slinky gown, she turned her back to us as she talked on the telephone. The sight of that bare back, the vulnerability, was like an arrow to the heart.
The electricity between these two superlative performers was terrific. Their total enjoyment playing opposite each other was palpable.
Two incomparable pros whose subtle interactions mesmerized me. They were only playing cards, but so much more was going on here: wars, life and death.
What an astonishing, sensational performance. I'll never forget his fantastic final descent.
Mark Rylance as the Bete in La Bete, 2010
That first lurch onto the stage talking a mile a minute while spewing food bits everywhere was enough to put me on the floor.