Welcome to the hellmouth. In Jamie Lloyd’s startling 50th anniversary revival, the seething, primal hinterland of Pinter’s domestic conflict is made flesh: the metal cage surrounding an innocuous living room glows a devilish red, sulphur-like smoke belches from the ether, and snatches of Sixties music distort into horror film cacophony. Purists may carp, but it gives a long-revered play a welcome shot of adrenaline.
- @mrCarlWoodward You had me at hell no 8 hours ago
- RT @RyanJohnNelson: Petition to bring back the timeless snark of these wartime tube posters. P͟l͟e͟a͟s͟e͟. https://t.co/i6ZRkYq90j 1 day ago
- RT @mrchrisaddison: Thing is, the only good outcome of the Tory leadership contest is if they’re ALL knocked out. 1 day ago