“A play which reminds you why you go to the theater and why you fall in love.” —Sheridan Morley, The Spectator Tom Stoppard’s shimmering exploration of love and betrayal, loyalty and sacrifice. One of today’s greatest minds explores love among adults. How do we know ‘the real thing’ in love, in life, in art? This exploration is played out in the theatrical world of writers and actors … can they tell reality from fantasy?
I think the beauty of this play is that it manages to combine pain and passion delicately with intricacy. Stoppard is great, as ever. This play, among many other things, is a sentimental education about the gift of inarticulacy.