As the lawyer Maitland, a convulsing, super-charged and occasionally vomiting Douglas Hodge turns in possibly the performance of the year as a man in mid-life crisis. John Osborne's play is a confessional of betrayals and self-loathing. In Jamie Lloyd's electric production, Maitland's grimy office doubles as courtroom for his crimes and misdemeanors. Here he rails against the new-fangled ways of the 1960s, preys on the women who work for him, bullies the men, and plea bargains for us, the jury, not to forgive but understand. And we do.