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Wh-Clefts in a Theatre Review
What stayed with me after the curtain fell was not the final speech, nor the sudden blackout that followed it, but the silence before the actors returned to bow.
That silence contained the entire production.
The play, a new staging of The Glass Harbour at the Lyric Theatre, is ostensibly about a family disputing an inheritance. Its plot is familiar enough: an ageing father dies, three adult children return to the coastal house where they grew up, and old grievances surface as they decide what to sell, what to keep, and what to forgive. Yet what the director, Mara Venn, has made is not really a drama about property. What she has made is a drama about attention — about who is noticed, who is ignored, and who learns to control a room simply by refusing to speak.