You’ve got these three women, Dread, Horror, and Alarm, the Graeae, those primordial hags who share one fucking eye between them, and they’re not tucked away in some theater where the already converted file in with their tote bags and good intentions. No. They’re at Aquatic Park, which if you know anything about San Francisco, […]
Continue Reading →Harold Pinter Locked in a Room in Hell, Or: How the BBC Accidentally Made Existentialism Punch You in the Face
So there’s this thing from 1964 floating around YouTube, Philip Saville’s production of Jean Paul Sartre’s No ExitΒ (Huis Clos) for the BBC, retitled In Camera because apparently the British needed something that sounded more like a parking violation than eternal damnation. Harold Pinter is in it. Not writing it, acting in it. Playing Garcin, […]
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