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Feb. 07, 1994: The Arts & Media:Theater
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<history>
TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1994
Feb. 07, 1994 Lock 'Em Up And Throw Away The Key
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<source>Time Magazine</source>
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THE ARTS & MEDIA, Page 73
Theater
The Salon as Slaughterhouse
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<p>Harold Pinter's No Man's Land showcases the cut and thrust of
Jason Robards and Christopher Plummer as malign old poets
</p>
<p>By William A. Henry III
</p>
<p> When Jane Alexander was starring in Harold Pinter's Old Times
off-Broadway a decade ago, an unlikely Pinter fan--Jackie
Gleason--went backstage to ask what the play meant. "I don't
know," Alexander replied. "I'm not sure even Mr. Pinter does."
Gleason nodded to express his own bafflement, then added, "Hell
of an evening though."
</p>
<p> That mix of confusion and spellbinding tension is Pinter's trademark:
it is never quite clear what is happening, but whatever it is,
it is urgently important. The menacing mysticism reaches a peak
in No Man's Land, a series of drawing-room encounters soured
by a barroom aura of impending rough-and-tumble. Like most great
playwrights, Pinter keeps writing the same work. No Man's Land
is The Homecoming with fancier furniture, Old Times with more
recherche recollections, The Birthday Party with a gentler goon
squad. It is also, from a playwright generous to actors, the
showiest acting duel in his repertoire.
</p>
<p> The play made its debut on Broadway in 1976 with John Gielgud
as a scruffy but glib old poet and Ralph Richardson as the addled
"man of letters" who has invited him home. Last year it resurfaced
in London with Pinter in the Richardson part and veteran comic
actor Paul Eddington (TV's Yes, Minister) succeeding Gielgud.
Last week it returned to Broadway with Jason Robards as the
bonhomous householder and Christopher Plummer as his versifying
guest.
</p>
<p> The new production is not the most nuanced of the three but
is surely the funniest--and the most ambisexual. British director
David Jones, a longtime collaborator with Pinter, does not mess
with the text, but he does point up homosexual undertones, overtones
and just plain tones in the relationships among the two old
men and two younger ones who purport to be servants but act
like thugs. As usual with Pinter, sexual attraction manifests
itself in smidgens of affection and buckets of scorn, and the
goal of Eros is the adolescent urge to have something to brag
about. The sexual linkages, from passion to cuckoldry, get even
more complicated in the second act, when the two old men shift
from scrutinizing each other as strangers to confronting each
other as acquaintances since school days.
</p>
<p> Robards' braying and bluster are adroit but familiar. Plummer's
fussiness and dither are a natural outgrowth of the feline,
even feminine, nature of many of his heroes (and most of his
villains). But his raddled face, Einstein coiffure and teetery
walk are new and, surprisingly from this most mannered of actors,
feel free of mannerism. The verbal cut and thrust between them
is the finest now on Broadway--elegantly bloodless and as
ferocious as a slaughterhouse.
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