“simply magical: puppets fleetingly formed by tissue paper, a snow of sheet music, McDermott lying comatose beside an unplayed piano as the stage rotates like a turning world.”
“Phelim McDermott acts out an epic memorised monologue about his life, encompassing his hopes and fears, his many vicissitudes and, as he tells it, occasional joys. And we finally learn about his tortuous quest to make a two-man show with his lifelong hero, the 82-year-old American minimalist composer Philip Glass”
“Instead his minimalist score is delivered by a versatile four-piece group, blending strings, clarinet, piano and percussion into a steady flow of sound.”