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THE CARETAKER – Old Vic Theatre

In London theatre, Opinion, Plays, Reviews by Libby PurvesLeave a Comment

I do not routinely worship at the shrine of Harold Pinter. I can study, appreciate and accept the menace, the unspoken, the rhythmic near-poetry of dialogue : I have served my time with Existentialism, Absurdism, Beckettiana, every generation of push-theatre-forward shockjockery. Pinter has his place and his heirs (Florian Zeller lately a fine one). Get a great director like Matthew Warchus and a top cast and you have an event, for many an unmissable one. But he doesn’t stir deeper currents in me. For all the skill and faithfulness, what is expressed is too mired in misanthropy, bitterness, bullying rage and shreds of misogyny.