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            The 
              Caretaker, Mermaid Theatre, London, March 1972 
            Mick - John Hurt 
              Aston - Jeremy Kemp 
              Davies - Leonard Rossiter 
            Directed by Christopher Morahan 
              Designer - Eileen Diss 
               
               
               
               
            Review by Michael Billington 
             The Mermaid has been going through 
              a rough patch lately; but with this timely, beautifully cast revival 
              of The Caretaker its star is back in the ascendant. The director, 
              Christopher Morahan, has striped the work of that semi-religious 
              awe we tend to bring to Pinter nowadays and chosen to play it fast, 
              light and funny. Yet at the same time he shows a sure grasp of the 
              playís essential themes: the threat posed by territorial invasion, 
              the intrusion of the balance of terror into private relationships 
              and manís inability to seize a lifeline even when heís sinking fast. 
               
              Morahanís production also brings out to the full the detailed naturalistic 
              surface on which Pinter steadily builds; and proves, aided by a 
              magnificent performance from Leonard Rossiter, that the itinerant 
              Davies is one of the richest post-war theatrical creations. Shedding 
              the remembered Pleasence inflections, Rossiter gives us a cawing, 
              predatory scarecrow-figure whose hands seem to be forever fending 
              off invisible weights, whose voice constantly aspires to a pseudo-gentility 
              and whose being exudes a dynamic lethargy.  
              As his Arturo Ui and Fred Midway proved, heís an actor whose forte 
              is the manic-grotesque; and he here achieves brilliantly funny effects 
              by following the old chaplain technique of showing that dirt and 
              delicacy are not irreconcilable. The tongue may be constantly probing 
              the lower lip as if he were some obscene, hungry reptile; yet when 
              a dust-covered counterpane is thrust into his mitts he handles it 
              with almost feminine distaste. 
              But this is not to undervalue the beautifully grave calm Jeremy 
              Kemp brings to the lobotomised Aston or the equivocal clumsiness 
              of John Hurtís whey-faced Mick. But, above all, Mr. Morahan has 
              done Pinter a great service by showing that his work is not holy 
              writ and that the famous pause-and-effect technique has been much 
              over-stressed. This is Pinter accurately realised and without a 
              hint of pretentiousness. 
              The Guardian, 3rd March 1972 
              with kind permissio  
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