Perhaps my expectations for this play were unrealistic. But the reference to Heisenberg in the title made me think that there would be something in here that pertained to science, or at the very least to the life of Heisenberg himself. Whereas actually, this is a mild romantic comedy at best and a waste of 90 minutes at worst.

On the plus side. I liked the set where things effortlessly moved in and out of it. And certain moments of Kenneth Cranham’s delivery made me smile.

But. Nothing about the love story was really plausible- certainly not the speech in which Anne-Marie Duff’s supposed waitress character referenced Heisenberg, and certainly not the part where she propositions the elderly butcher she has met on a bench. And there just wasn’t enough spark between the two of them to keep me interested, in the absence of ANYTHING else in the story whatsoever.

Overall: it’s not about Heisenberg, fair enough. Unfortunately it’s not about anything else much either.