Harold Pinter Theatre, London – until 20 October 2018
Guest reviewer: Ben Blackmore
Pinter 2 announces itself in bold, Sex And The City-type projections, in the Sex And The City font as though it were the sequel. The late summer blockbuster you never knew you wanted.
A comedy from Pinter usually gets treated one of two ways: irony-steeped laughfest or anxiety-inducing fake-comedy, and tonight’s plays go both ways – in more ways than one. The curtain opens first onto The Lover, and one of the gaudiest sets I can remember, in pupil-dilating Technicolor. Adorned in kitschy 50s cribbing, everything is either baby pink or radioactive green: a Mr Blobby interior. If it wasn’t for the unsettling restraint shown in the Stepford kitchenette, the whole thing would look as though it were staged on a Teletubby’s tummy.
Richard and Sarah are a married couple, who each speak candidly of having a lover. The not-so-shocking reveal, which comes early on, is the identity of the lovers. Yes, they’re… Richard and Sarah, navigating a delicate, double-dealing game of role play. John Macmillan and Hayley Squires cope