Robyn Nevin was extraordinary in this play. That does not mean that I liked her character. She was over controlling and her absorption in her grief eventually gets too tiring. The monologue is very good although at times I did feel that it was patchy. Maybe it was just the effect of all of that grief, it wore me down. I understand the whole ‘search for meaning’ in death thing, but too much navel gazing gives you vertigo. It was worth seeing, but even more, worth editing.