All of which is smart, to the point, refreshingly free of ego, and pretty much what a place like the Young Vic needs and wants. It is so almost to a fault, almost to the point where the aesthetic of roughness becomes a theme, such that the pithy directness of the 1970 version, which was born of necessity, becomes an affectation. It is fussy to ask this of a project built well to an extremely demanding budget but, since it is the job and the licence of the critic to be perpetually dissatisfied, it would be good to see what would happen if, the next time a project like this comes along, the new work added something altogether new, such as a preposterously ornamental foyer to complement the austere auditorium.