Call Me God: The Final Speech of a Dictator
Tickets on sale, 10am. Wednesday 10th February with:
Above with Music Glue (e-tickets only)
Barbican / 020 7638 8891
On the menu at Margins Cafe:
Sea bream with grapes, cucumber, mint and dill yogurt - £9.50
Springtime wild garlic and lemon risotto with crisp green salad - £8.50 (v)
Quiche + Salad - £6.50 (v)
You can book for dinner at Margins Cafe at 18:00 but you must have a reservation for access at 18:00. The Bar is also open to Union Chapel members who have tickets to the show.
Access to the cafe before doors open is via the side gate to the left of the main entrance to the Chapel on Compton Terrace.
Please note there is strictly no access to the Chapel before doors open at 6.30pm and no queuing within the venue. We will make an announcement in the bar when you can take you seats.
We will email the menu and add it to the listing here shortly before the show.
If the early 18:00 reservations are fully booked don't worry you can still come to eat from when doors open - due to be 6.30pm.
Please note you must have a ticket to the show to come to Margins Cafe & Union Chapel bar.
There's lots of useful information in the Visiting section of our website.
As our venue is entirely seated and seating is unreserved it is best to arrive early. Please be aware that for this show there may be some seats reserved for the guests of the Barbican.
Just Call Me God
John Malkovich defies heaven and earth in a one-man journey to the point where power corrupts absolutely.
A dictator teeters on the brink, and megalomania escalates into full-blown madness. John Malkovich stands against the sound of the mighty Union Chapel organ in this astonishing music-drama: an exploration of tyranny in the raw by an actor of unparalleled conviction.
From Nero to Idi Amin, despots have had megalomaniac delusions of divine provenance. Michael Sturminger’s music-theatre piece pits Malkovich against the grandiloquent power of the organ. Organist Martin Haselböck responds with music by Bach, Messiaen and Ligeti: words against music, genius versus delusion, and at its terrifying heart, an actor who spares no-one – least of all himself.