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 a Spiegeltent at Sydney Festival, Alan Cumming welcomed us to his show with Annie Lennox, Keane, and Miley Cyrus. This is Cumming’s version of “sappy songs,”the sort of loss-tinged love songs to broken things and fragile hope – with a dash of the audacity of self-belief…. READ MORE