Raine does not spring from this into a courtroom drama – though there is a compelling scene between barrister and bewildered client. Barristers speak of their cases as if they were inhabiting them: “I’m a rapist…” The sympathy is merely semantic. Ben Chaplin is sleek, unreadable, slippery, precarious as a shite barrister husband. There is so much going on here – everything from Greek Furies to eco-friendly crackers – it’s sometimes hard to breathe. It pulls off one of the most important things a play can do: it helps us to listen in a new way.

Source: The Guardian April 09, 2017 08:26 UTC