The sun beats down on a woman waist-deep in earth. Her husband grubs around in a bunker behind her as she fills the void with her boundless optimism. This absurdist setup to Samuel Beckett’s 1961 drama, featuring another of his trapped worlds, looks less absurd in Siobhán McSweeney’s masterful hands.
Directed by Caitríona McLaughlin and produced by Landmark Productions, she brings a beguiling naturalism to the part, along with subtle clowning which catches every last tic of Beckett’s humour and wistfulness without straining for it.
