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It lands with the slap of a wet sponge.
you could practically see the steam rising off him.
His wifes death has catapulted him past all descriptors.
Shattered, turned inside out, blindsided, uprooted, annihilated, hung-empty theyre all just words.
Grief, he tells us, feels fourth-dimensional, abstract.
The whole city is my missing her.
The virtuosic kicker of Murphys performance is that he also plays this chaotic demigod, Crow himself.
It doesnt matter: Hes here.
It makes the walls of the space feel like a shifting, palpitating epidermis.
And Helen Atkinsons sound design is a bone-crunching, nerve-tingling wonder.
For Crow is no feat of super-high-tech illusionistic wizardry.
The bathrobe hood covers them up.
(Hattie Morahan voices Mum and gives her wit and warmth even as a bodiless presence.)
Its very funny and through the filter of Murphys awed, half-smiling gaze quietly, intensely sad.
We miss so much.
Our missing is a whole city.
Grief Is the Thing With Feathersis at St. Anns Warehouse through May 12.
