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Torch Theatre- The Caretaker , Torch Theatre, Milford Haven , February 15, 2002
The tension was unbearable; to clap or not to clap? You know, those potentially embarrassing moments when no one is sure that the play is over.

You look round to see what the cognoscenti are doing. They bring their hands together, so that’s OK then, and we clapped like mad at the end of Harold Pinter’s vintage piece, The Caretaker, having been totally absorbed by this fifties flagship of New Wave drama.

Torch guest director Dave Bond created a hard-edged, black comedy that was so engrossing that the end was almost a surprise. Surely there should have been blood on the stage?

Credit for the taut, atmospheric production must also go to the three actors, Sean Kearney, Keith Woodason and Owen Garmon.

Kearney’s commanding stage presence was ideal for the sinister, smart-suited, thuggish mod Mick.

Mick’s brother Aston was played by the quietly spoken Keith Woodason. Woodason gave Aston a mild, hand dog air, but the actor’s subtle clenching and unclenching of his hand, as he almost caressed his pocket, betrayed the misfit lurking beneath his mild manner. The threat was ever present that he too was both unpredictable and violent.

The catalyst for Mick’s brutality was the unwelcome presence of Davies, a vagrant befriended by Aston.

Aston offered the tramp a home in a derelict London flat, apparently owned by Mick.

As the down and out Davies, Garmon was both defiant and scrounging, an eloquent Welshman who resorts to clichés, ‘I’m a bit short (of money) until I get sorted out’. Getting sorted out means travelling to Sidcup for ‘his papers’, including references that will establish his suitability for the job of caretaker. He and we knew that he will never make the journey, just as Aston will never build his shed, and budding property developer Mick will never achieve his ambition to create his interior-designed flat.

Designer Sean Crowley’s mastery of the small detail was once again spot on; the broken panes of glass in the grimy window, the interrogator’s chair used by Mick to intimidate the prone figure of Davies.

The lighting by Elanor Higgins was superb. When Aston and Davies began to squabble territorially like a long-married couple, Davies looked like a wrathful Old Testament prophet as he wielded a knife that gleamed in the semi-darkness.

Acclaimed as a masterpiece of brooding menace, The Caretaker is as much a tale of modern times as it was when hailed a critical success in 1960.

The production plays at The Torch until Saturday 16 February, before embarking on a national tour.

Reviewed by: MILFORD & WEST WALES MERCURY

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