John Peter - The Sunday Times

The Archbishop's Ceiling is a play which opens up to you only gradually like certain thoughtful and reserved people. Ibsen was Miller's first master and had left him a double inheritance: One is the sombre insistence that private morality will inevitably express itself in public action. The other is that relationships between people are subtle, complicated and elusive, and only partly understood by themselves.

You have to watch them attentively, with a certain selfless humility. Watching Adrian (Roger Allam) the beady eyed but helplessly honest American, you gradually sense the special quality of American innocence abroad: confident, shrewd, but lacking the deviousness of people who are used to being defeated. In Marcus (David de Keyser) the agency writer, you understand item by item the daily spiritual expenditure which, to someone essentially decent, is the cost of compromise. And John Shrapnel's Sigmund causes you to appreciate not only his courage but also his lack of control.....and his terrible need for reassurance through persecution.

Jane Lapotaire's Maya was the jewel of the production. She gleams, coils and ripples. Maya is both hounded and resilient, frivolous and wise, infuriating and comforting, a brittle coquette and an avenging angel.