Susannah Clapp, The Observer Sun, 2010-03-07 00:00

Jon Clark's lighting washes all of David Farr's production in a dark, swirling mist, save – with a sad and clever irony – the scene in which Geoffrey Freshwater's very good, clubbable Gloucester is blinded. As his eyeball is flipped casually out of its socket and on to the boards, the stage glows as if it were a smithy.