Smits is sensational without ever being showy, the way in which his understated, almost conversational lightness is savagely undercut by unexpected explosions of anguish is hugely affecting, its rawness stripping back the protective layers Willem has built up. These layers are physical as well as metaphorical, this is naked grief in every sense of the word as he recoils from the shock of what it does to his parents, the relationships with his other family members, the former lover he reaches out to. 
Labels: Eelco Smits, Ivo van Hove, Mark Eitzel, Simon Stephens