People always want to know what a play is "about". If I were to tell you that The Weir is about an evening of tall tales in an Irish country pub, I don't suspect you'd be queuing for returns, but you should. When it first appeared last year, this play caused a noise far louder than any moment in this quietly entrancing evening. In physical terms, little actually happens (hence the bland synopsis) but it is nonetheless an extraordinarily theatrical experience. Put it on TV or (please not) film and the intimacy and immediacy will be lost, along with the warmth, humour and heart of this beautifully compassionate, deeply moving piece of writing. The virtues of Ian Rickson's production steal up on you and catch you unawares. His greatest strength as a director is his ability to draw richly subtle performances from actors and it has never been used to better effect than here. Even the virtually silent barman's performance is heartstopping.
The Weir, Royal Court at the Duke of York's (0171-565 5000)