Dancing with cliches

Simon comes from a world of liberal platitudes and north London-style angst, no doubt routinely washed down with Chablis - a world that has ill-prepared him for the arrival of Juliette, a Tutsi refugee from Rwanda, who has witnessed the murder of her family.

Bright, beautiful and sophisticated, Juliette initially has little time for this well-meaning intellectual loser, who lives in a twilight zone of dithering and diffidence, and seems of no use to her ambitions to publish a book.

Sonja Linden's affecting, if flawed, play is based on her work at the Medical Foundation for the Care of Victims of Torture - bringing a witty, well-informed perspective to a story about one woman's struggle for dignity and recognition. At the medical foundation, one central aim is to transform those it deals with from victims into survivors - and certainly Doreene Blackstock's Juliette has the kind of pride and acidic astuteness that attracts open-eyed sympathy rather than blind pity.

The simple design comprises an institutional table and two functional wooden chairs for Simon's office, a raised platform for Juliette's miserably Spartan flat, and a series of poetically understated - and not always necessary - filmed projections.

Andrew Hawkins plays Simon, whose supervision of Juliette's writing at the refugee centre becomes a rite of passage that dances dangerously with cliché, as he falls for her and suddenly loses his long-standing writer's block.

Superb acting and, eventually, the script steer this towards a satisfyingly subtle conclusion. Linden has the right touch, but, like Juliette, needs to embrace greater emotional complexity.

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