Jeffrey Bernard Is Unwell

I returned to Jeffrey Bernard is Unwell very recently, only having seen the TV version, but was lucky to secure the "better" (2h 3m) version somewhere else.

I agree the Soho of Jeffrey Bernard is probably gone but in any big city there is a Soho.

If you just look hard enough.

In the west end of Glasgow, particularly Byres Rd, this is filled with bohemians aplenty

A testimony to just how good this is: Amazon.UK is STILL selling this 2nd hand for £50!!! BTW if you want to watch an equally good performance of POT watch Dean Spanley or my talks with Dean Spanley.

Regards to all And when is O'Toole getting the bloody Oscar

I first saw this many moons ago late at night. What on earth was it doing on so late?! This has to be among the top three things I've ever witnessed. Peter O'Toole's performance is simply staggeringly brilliant. Whilst not wanting to take anything away from the wonderful support, he steals the show whenever he's on stage. Which is all the time! It really makes you want to go to the theatre and see it in all its glory, but for now the DVD will have to do. If only everything I saw was so entertaining, with a few words of warning about life thrown in there as well, purely by accident but they are there. But what a life Jeffrey Bernard surely lived....

Keith Waterhouse's tribute to his own very good friend is not a play that is to be attempted by the faint hearted. Its demands upon the main protagonist are severe. Peter O'Toole keeps on the right side of mawkishness as he recounts the memories of a vodka sodden journalist, Jeffrey Barnard. Jeffrey Barnard's binges would, upon occasion, lead to his missing the deadline for his weekly column in the political weekly 'The Spectator' when his Low Life column would be replaced with the terse euphemistic title of the play.

The play is really a consummately delivered monologue. It is a lament for a Soho that has now passed. All the bohemian characters have now been replaced by wannabes, striking poses rather than living lives. Jeffrey Barnard could easily be dismissed as a boring old conservative but this danger is easily averted by the thick vein of madcap humour. This play is hysterically funny as Jeff recounts his views on women, wives, ex- and present, and his passions for gambling, horses and drink and hostelries. A puritan would not enjoy this, but its portrait of an unrepentant roue is beautifully paced and it is not without its moments of genuine pathos. I do urge you to see it.

I'm so glad I saw this on TV, as it is long-standing regret that I passed up the chance to see O'Toole in this play when it was still running in the West End.

What we have here is an abridged version of the play which has previously starred Tom Conti, amongst others. Bernard was a permanently sloshed, cynical reporter, who was renowned for his excesses with drink and women - for all his faults, this play presents the character with some affection. Peter O'Toole couldn't be more perfect for the role - largely carrying the piece on his own, with few other characters as occasional cyphers to re-enact past experiences, he gives Bernard a range of emotions and perspectives to draw the viewer in.

My favourite scene by far is the one about the cat-race, but of course the egg-in-the-cup routine has had a fair share of attention, too. Highly recommended - I guarantee you'll have a good time watching this little gem.

Live film version of Keith Waterhouse's stage play 'Jeffrey Bernard is unwell' based on the fascinating but degenerate journalist of the title. Peter O'Toole and the original supporting cast reprise their roles from ten years ago. O'Toole's performance as the perpetually sloshed Bernard is one of the finest he has ever done and nothing but a pleasure to watch. Impending doom has never looked so appealing. Buy it.