Pinter's The Caretaker was mis-described as "comic." Me, well, I think watching a messed up homeless old man try to find a safe place to live isn't intrinsically humorous, nor is listening to someone try to process the horror of being incarcerated in a mental hospital (though that soliloquy was the highlight of the play). We both found it ... overdesigned, or something - careful spotlights, overly polished music cues, a set that was 100% realistic and all built out. Where was the room for the imagination? That said, the character of the caretaker was utterly believable, and I found myself trying to figure out just what his childhood would have been like to have got him to this point ... fantastically acted and obviously written to perfection. That said, I wasn't compelled by the show, and figured I'd get just as much out of the second act if I'd bought the script and read it at home - I was emotionally checked out. And I didn't get home until 11:45 to boot, which has, in respect, made me resentful. Give this one a pass.
John Gabriel Borkman tonight at the Donmar: here's hoping it will be time better spent.