Susan Raasay finds something both squirm-inducing and touching in the role of a nervy Government minister, Muzz Khan makes for an absurdly solemn hack, and Claire Farrington is fine as the desperate mother out of her depth. But you do hanker after more shading in AC Wilson's staging. After a while, it's like being walloped with a croquet mallet, and bludgeoning audiences into awareness of a subject doesn't make for great theatre.