“. . . The customary Stoppardian leaps of imagination are transmuted here into leaps between epochs and the play’s USP is the way it skips nimbly between the early nineteenth and latter twentieth centuries, drawing our attention, by way of a number of devices including speculations about rice pudding and jam, to the uni-direction of time or ‘entropy’. . . This stylish English Touring Theatre production offers everything a Stoppard fan might look for, fizzing as it does with intellectual challenge and might even gain a few converts along the way.”

“. . .Devised, adapted and performed by Michael Sabbatton, we are introduced to Francis Wayland Thurston, who is in possession of a box that has haunted him for years. We are told the tale of Cthulu and how many before him have been destroyed by the curse that the box brings its owner. . . The descent into madness by forbidden knowledge is excellently captured by Sabberton; it makes for gripping and at times quite harrowing viewing. . . “