It begins with deep breathing, in order to access words that hold unimaginable power. And Ian Rickson’s exquisite production of Brian Friel’s masterpiece maintains that space throughout: for words to breathe and simmer, to hang in the air, and for us to understand how vital language is not just as a means of communication, but identity, nationality, and a rich heritage at risk of extinction.
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