Bird Grove at Hampstead Theatre review: Elizabeth Dulau is the only saving grace here

Many of these characters are marooned offstage for long periods, or worse, forced to sit still behind the rib-like bookcases of Sarah Beaton’s skeletal set. Twice, a murmuring singing voice intrudes to no obvious effect. Ledwich seems to have no idea how to approach Campbell’s sprawling, meandering acres of dialogue, and she’s certainly not urged him at any point to get a move on. Bird Grove is arguably worth seeing for Dulau’s subtle, nuanced performance, and for Teale, but they’re better than the material deserves.