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Theater as Spa Treatment, Part Two

James Barry, Jonathan Epstein, and Tommy Schrider in the BTF production of Harold Pinter’s The Caretaker, directed by Eric Hill. Photo by Kevin Sprague.

“Aston is a mess. Mick is a mess. Davies is a mess. Put them all together and you have an even bigger mess. You also have Harold Pinter’s The Caretaker.”

–Michael Eck, Albany Times Union
“Nothing happens [in The Caretaker] except that somehow it does.”
Noël Coward

I woke up this morning feeling like I’d been rolfed by BTF’s production of The Caretaker. The odd thing is that I felt dispassionate while experiencing the play last night. Objectively, I thought the acting, directing, and production values were unassailably excellent, but I didn’t find the comedy particularly funny and I didn’t understand why the play itself mattered (even though I’d written a press release touting it as “a landmark of 20th century drama”).

But this morning I woke up with Pinter’s language still buzzing inside my veins, feeling like the enigmatic power shifts that happened between the characters somehow realigned my meridians or chakras or something, like the play caused something to blow open in me on a cellular level.

One Response to Theater as Spa Treatment, Part Two

  1. Dan Shaw says:

    I always knew you were not an “ordinary” theater publicist, and you just proved it. What a spot-on analysis of last night’s production.

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