Simon Stone’s contemporary spin on the Greek classic runs until 19 September
8 / 10
tone’s writing is entirely cogent until the concluding act, which crams too much in; it simply isn’t as rigorous as the others. Alice is particularly poorly served; she is a misfit, socially awkward, never quite sure of her place in the story, which feels a waste of Sheehy’s wonderful comic timing and capacity for suffering. But his direction is impeccable, constantly ratcheting up the pressure while allowing the characters space to breathe. Montie has a wonderful moment where, torn from her American home, she dreams of returning across the sea. Parker seizes it with trance-like delicacy, bringing sympathy for a character who elicits little. Morrissey too finds the sorrow beneath Chris’s bullish exterior, suggesting his melancholy with a little stoop of the shoulders, a raise of the head.
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