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A sumptuous monumment to domestic junk

At the Torch

Torch Theatre- The Caretaker , Aberystwyth Arts Centre , February 28, 2002
At a lecture he gave to a group of school and university students in 1998, Tom Stoppard said that when he began writing plays in the mid-60s, ‘everyone’ was mimicking either John Osborne or Samuel Beckett, and he chose to echo Beckett. In The Caretaker, Stoppard’s contemporary Harold Pinter both mimicks and sends up both Beckett’s tragicomedies of power and Osborne’s ‘bedsit’ and ‘kitchen sink’ dramas. Pinter’s early play, which is presented by Torch Theatre this week-end at the Aberystwyth Arts Centre, takes place in the inorganic wilderness of a room containing two beds and a kitchen sink, (usually stored under one of the beds) as well as a lot of other pieces of disused furniture and non-functioning kitchen appliances. In this no-man’s-land, two brothers play mind games with an increasingly dislikable racist homeless man who seems unable to interact with them except in a slave-master relationship. His only attempts to alter the balance of power involve ingratiating himself to one master and setting him against the other.

Pinter (like Beckett) is known for the communicative silences and autocratic stage directions of his plays, particularly the 1960s and 70s ones, but throughout the first half of the play, Torch’s actors belabour these until they seem to have enslaved themselves to the script as much as to each other. We should hear a tension in those pauses, a scream that is being muffled. Instead the actors seemed to be waiting for the next word. The pacing improved in the second half of the play.

This is a difficult script. The characters are one-dimensional: it is the three-way relationship which is complicated. Pinter explores the same concept in his later plays The Homecoming and Betrayal. But despite a set that looks like a sumptuous monument to the industrial/consumerist society’s domestic junk, perfect, subtle but expressive lighting, and a fantastic scene involving a maniacally driven Hoover with a light bulb rigged to it zooming through darkness, a lot of this play seemed overly clever, tedious, and unable to resolve the script’s problems or challenges.

Reviewed by: Rebecca Nesvet

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