It's not that Joe Hanrahan is opposed to acting in the company of other people. But apparently he's happiest onstage alone, getting all his dialogue out of the way in one lump and saying everything he has to say in an hour rather than stretching it out in short speeches over two and a half. When what Hanrahan has to say is so cunningly written by an Irishman like Conor McPherson that the pursuit of a good yarn transforms storytelling into a brash art, you end up with a wallop-packing evening that is all the more effective because of its lilting simplicity. And when, even after the play is done, there's still time for a pint or two before every other show in town is even close to being over, that's all part of the happy experience.
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