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Time Out says
There is nothing out there', states Richard (Simon Thorp) at one point in Martin Crimp's eerily elliptical 2000 play'. Amelia Nicholson's revival takes that statement literally: beyond designer Anna Bliss Scully's claustrophobic ring of trees there is only inky darkness; inside is a wan pool of light, the new rural abode of self-possessed Richard and his skittish wife, Corinne (Amana Root).
When they and Rebecca (Naomi Wattis) - a coolly toxic ghost from Richard's past - discuss 'back home' and 'the city', they roll the words around their mouths like exotic sweets, savouring the sound and textures but never finding any meaning; whether or not it is relevant that this is 'the country', they are sundered from the world.
Crimp's play is a very savage satire on the middle-class dream of 'getting away from it all'. Crimp gifts his characters lines that are tart and piquantly absurd. Yet while there are laughs, both play and production are defined by a sense of menace and dislocation.It becomes apparent that the words the three have shared changed nothing, beguiling though they were.
If Nicholson's production stumbles into more than one in the round pitfall - blocked sightlines, awkwardly positioned actors - the cast is mostly exemplary, inhabiting the sinister nonsequiturs with virtuoso precision. Wattis's Rebecca is particularly impressive, her voice and eyes simultaneously glazed with boredom and ablaze with hatred.This is a bleakly eloquent portrait of three people chasing each other in the dark,forever.