A thick curtain of sparking rain hides the stage, like a red velvet drape around a magician's vanishing act. Between scenes, Es Devlin's gorgeous design drenches the stage in drizzle that's been made extravagantly beautiful. But it's a beauty that's at odds with the subdued poetry of Brian Friel's 1979 play " a gesture that's typical of the faintly sterile reverence of director Lynd…
SOURCE: The Independent at 08:05AM on June 29, 2016