The last piece written by Pinter comes from the hand of the director-to-be of the Lliure and a founding member of the theatre. A realist comedy which becomes a metaphor for collective alienation from an incestuous world at the edge of reality.
"An extraordinary combination of sensitivity and laser-sharp vision." (Lia Williams, Hot Tickets)
"In another Pinter play, we might feel the ground opening appallingly under their feet. Here, however, Pinter takes it as a brisk lick, and the audience roars, from 'panties' on."
(Alastair Macaulay, The Financial Times) |