“Your skin oughtn't to curl - ought it - when he just comes near you- ought it? That's wrong, ain't it? You don't get over that, do you - ever, do you or do you?”
The city. A woman is restless. A woman is suffocating. A woman is silenced.
The woman revolts.
Natalie Abrahami directs a visceral production of Sophie Treadwell’s expressionist masterpiece.