This play alone was worth the trip from Christchurch to Melbourne. It was absorbing right from the opening lines when the character stood at the edge of the stage and spoke to us. The play had everything from a great story full of intrigue to raw emotion. Long after the play had finished and we were having dinner we were going back through the play and reflecting on our own families and lives. How we are our parents children and become just like them even if we don't want to or don't think we are. The other amazing connections we had with this play was that in the morning we had been to see Peter Greenaways Leonardo's Last Supper. The characters in the play sitting at the table closely resembled the Last Supper scene. Then the next day we went to the State Library's exhibition on books and there was Diderot's encyclopedia on display. Diderot had been quoted in the play. I'm sure the playwright Andrew Bovell would appreciate these connections. My only regret was that we didn't give a standing ovation to the actors and all who contributed to it. It was easily the best play I have ever been to and yet the Melbourne audience was strangely subdued. We thought we should not stand out in such a crowd. How wrong we were.