The Caretaker (by Harold Pinter) ups curtain on a West London room that looks like the Pharaoh's tomb of a junkman. There are bales of yellowed newspapers, moldy tennis rackets, scattered bureau drawers, a sink bowl, and a disconnected gas stove graced with a gilt plaster Buddha. There is a lawn mower and a blowtorch. On a rope strung from the leaky roof hangs a paint bucket into which drops of water plunk like the tick-tock of doom. Into this dusty, chilly tomb, English Playwright Pinter deposits three mummies of modern man, who proceed...
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