I didn't see the 2005 revival but thought this current revival was gobsmackingly brilliant and one of the great nights of theatre I've yet experienced.
But After Eight said the 2005 one was better, so it mustn't be true.
Words don't deserve that kind of malarkey. They're innocent, neutral, precise, standing for this, describing that, meaning the other, so if you look after them you can build bridges across incomprehension and chaos. But when they get their corners knocked off, they're no good anymore…I don't think writers are sacred, but words are. They deserve respect. If you get the right ones in the right order, you can nudge the world a little.