There is an invisible, brooding presence at the heart of Deborah Bruce’s all-female drama. Lurking behind almost every sentence is the memory of a patriarch, now dead, whose sexually abusive behaviour has left its mark on his family. Lives have to be pieced together again. It’s just a pity that, in spite of a smouldering central performance by Bríd Brennan as the sour, self-pitying widow Mary, momentum is dissipated in a meandering and awkwardly staged series of confrontations.
There are lots of ideas out there for bringing the numbers down. But so far nothing seems to work better than simply getting a roof over their heads, even if it’s only a dilapidated motel room.