This premiere production of the first play in nine years by the distinguished Tom Stoppard marked the swansong of Hytner as director at Britain's National Theatre.
The collective oeuvre of these two is a roll call of 40 years' highlights in film, television and theatre, so a masterwork might have been anticipated.
Alas, it is not delivered.
Set at the intersection between philosophy, neuroscience, money trading and IT, this is a play that flatters audiences by making them think they are much smarter than they are - richly ironic since Stoppard recently complained in the Telegraph that audiences weren't smart enough for him.
It's an assemblage of meretricious Twitter-ready one-liners ("What is to be done with the sublime if you're proud to be a materialist?") that quickly begin to grate.