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South China Morning Post
28-07-2025
- Politics
- South China Morning Post
Philippine police chief bests Duterte's son in phantom fight as ‘Baste' flees to Singapore
What was billed as a bruising bout between the Philippines ' police chief and a prominent Duterte heir fizzled into farce on Sunday, as the much-hyped challenger chose exile over engagement, leaving an arena and a nation watching in bemused disbelief. Sebastian 'Baste' Duterte, acting mayor of Davao and youngest son of former Philippine president Rodrigo Duterte , challenged police chief Nicolas Torre to a fist-fight last week. But on Sunday, as an expectant crowd gathered at the Rizal Memorial Coliseum in Manila, it was Torre who stood alone in the ring – his opponent having quietly left the country for Singapore As the referee counted to 10 before the 4,000 or so attendees, Torre was declared the winner by default. The much-anticipated contest was born of the younger Duterte, 37, using his podcast on July 20 to mock Torre, 55 – a long-time target of Duterte family ire – and issue a challenge. Sebastian 'Baste' Dutere, ex-Philippine president Rodrigo Duterte's son. Photo: Facebook/CMBasteDuterte 'You're only brave because you have the position. But in a fist-fight, I can take you on. It's that simple,' Duterte snarled, in remarks that quickly went viral. 'You're a coward, you're nothing without your position.'
Times
14-05-2025
- Entertainment
- Times
The Comedy About Spies review — just the type of inventive humour we need
For years, I wondered why that whodunnit spoof The Play That Goes Wrong had managed to pull in audiences around the world. Had I suffered a sense of humour failure? What a pleasure, then, to discover that the Mischief team's latest masterclass in mayhem is funnier, faster and even more absurd. The Sixties espionage farce that the co-writers Henry Lewis and Henry Shields have brought to the Noël Coward rampages through a potpourri of Cold War plots and sub-plots while adding an affectionate nod towards the James Bond series. Matt DiCarlo's intricately calibrated production is a miracle of comic timing and ensemble acting. There's a particularly hilarious sequence in the first act when the action ricochets around four hotel rooms, generating waves of chaos reminiscent
The Guardian
13-05-2025
- Entertainment
- The Guardian
The Comedy About Spies review – rapid fire gags in a delightfully silly show
'Vodka martini.' 'Shaken?' 'Yes, but I'll be fine.' If groanworthy jokes of that calibre float your boat, The Comedy About Spies, set in early 1960s London, will be plain sailing. Even if they don't, that needn't put you off: the new show from Mischief, the company behind the smash-hit … Goes Wrong series, also offers farce, slapstick and multiple callbacks. So much of the script relies on linguistic misunderstandings (sweet/suite, need/knead, etc) that even the most tolerant viewer may become homophone-phobic. The nonsense, orchestrated by director Matt DiCarlo, kicks off immediately with secret agents confusingly named after letters of the alphabet ('Not U – you!'). We then jump to the art deco lobby of the Piccadilly Hotel where MI6, the CIA and the KGB are trying to get their hands on the mysterious Project Midnight. Among those caught up in the tangle of mistaken identities are a milquetoast baker and a blustering thespian hoping to be cast in Dr No as 'Ooh-Seven'. A predisposition to the gag-rate of Airplane! will boost enjoyment, though The Comedy About Spies is fast-paced enough to make that film seem positively Beckettian. I was crying helpless tears of laughter within the first five minutes, and at several other moments throughout, not least during a line about a haunted leaflet that would take a paragraph to explain. The damp-squib gags tend to be eclipsed by the dynamite ones, with a single exception: a vulgar running joke about a veteran CIA agent thrilled by the prospect of a threesome with her own son rather sours the jolly mood. David Farley's doll's-house-style cross-section set, which splits the hotel into colour-coded quarters in the first act, is glorious, but his designs grow fussy and over-dressed in act two and leave one craving the ingenious minimalism of Operation Mincemeat. The depth of emotion in that similarly silly show is also absent here, making The Comedy About Spies a more mechanical endeavour. Except, that is, for actor and co-writer Henry Lewis's poignant final line reading, which bestows dignity on to a character (the Bond wannabe) who has been a buffoon throughout. This time, there were tears in my eyes for a different reason. At the Noël Coward theatre, London, until 5 September
