The famous problem of the title is how we define consciousness, particularly when consciousness is the only tool at our disposal.
But the play, having posed the question, shies away from examining it, instead contenting itself with a rather conventional story of a woman wrestling with age-old binaries like altruism and selfishness; maternal love and naked self-interest; materialism and spirituality; and that hoary old Mars and Venus thing.
The woman, Hilary (Vinall), starts out as a ingenuous psych student and becomes a research scientist at a brain institute, but despite the challenges (including an implausible coincidence you may see coming a mile off) that beset her, the story never takes off on a human level.
Relentlessly talky - though never hard to follow - it comes across more like a sustained dinner-party conversation between show-offs.
Hytner's direction is crisp and engaging and the main cast is superb (Molony as Hilary's egotistical tutor-lover; Calf as the overbearing founder of the institute).
Vinall, who has played Desdemona, Ophelia and Cordelia for the National, I found intensely irritating, mannered and studied as hell, though I see the London critics loved her.
But anyone hoping for the brain-fizzing enchantment of Arcadia, or the vim of Shakespeare in Love, won't find it here. Stoppard and Hytner will be best remembered for other work.
Cast: Olivia Vinall, Damien Molony, Anthony Calf
Director: Nicholas Hytner
Running time: 114 mins
Rating: M (offensive language, sexual references)
Verdict: Much less than it appears to be
- TimeOut