Helen Bevan

Spoiler alert ** It wasn’t until Indira Valma’s (Ingrid) grief/rage scene after her son’s death did any actual acting occur in this wooden, long drawn out, hilariously bad drama. The long pauses between EVERY single line and reaction between the main leads are comically awful. It’s as though the director assumes we are all too slow to comprehend what we are watching. No we get it. We see it. A patronising director and really bad acting.