Showing posts with label Harold Pinter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Harold Pinter. Show all posts

Thursday, January 29, 2009

Harold Pinter Conversations

Mick and Ruth discuss the conversations in Harold Pinter plays.

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Mick: Where did he get them from, those conversations, someone said, “packed with menace”?

Ruth: So banal yet so menacing. Years ago, an English lecturer I had I think, said Pinter jotted down what he heard while riding on buses. How about that! A Nobel prize for conversations overheard on buses.

Mick: It’s not what’s said. It’s how he put them together. The context: the characters, their relationships, their interactions, the silences. Oh yes, the silences. The gaps before and after what they said. “What have you done with the scissors?”

Ruth: So when you say you admire the reality of Pinter’s conversations, is it the menace or the banality?

Mick: Oh the menace, the menace.

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Voice-over

"Silence. A drip sounds in the bucket.. They all look up. 

Mick: You still got that leak. 

Aston: Yes.

Pause."

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