I can't tell you how much I liked the Belvoir Sydney Theater's production of The Wild Duck that I saw at the Barbican on Thursday (although I attempted to in my review). Listening to a man who loved his wife to the marrow of his bones say the words that would utterly destroy their relationship because his ego demanded it really, really got to me. I was paralyzed. I could see galaxies floating by in my peripheral vision. It's on for another week. Five stars. Don't miss it.