#26
Posted: 9/1/12 at 10:46pm
Well, to me it's the same with Pinter, he never had an ending to his plays....could he not think of one? The skill of a playwrite is to write a beginning a middle and an end. Pinter never did, one was always left wondering what happened at the end. He never wrote a conclusion, he never tied up all the loose ends! I can't get why he was so revered.
Pinter was and is revered because he taught Western audiences that what went UNsaid was just as important as what was said. (Yes, I'm sure good actors/playwrights always knew that, but Pinter made it apparent to almost everyone.)
Look at the world in which we live, dominated as it is by huge military/industrial complexes with vast security departments. Is Homeland Security monitoring this thread? Does it matter? Why do millions believe that George W. Bush blew up the World Trade Towers? Why does half the country still believe Obama was born in Kenya and is some sort of Muslim plant?
Because we live in a world where our lives seem to be controlled by unseen forces over which we have no control. This is very different from earlier agricultural societies where a worker could plant a seed and watch it grow--or not, depending on the weather--but either way he knew why he did or did not have food on his table. Not necessarily so today.
It is this mysterious modern world about which Pinter (and Beckett) writes. And, no, there is no neat ending.
Pinter was and is revered because he taught Western audiences that what went UNsaid was just as important as what was said. (Yes, I'm sure good actors/playwrights always knew that, but Pinter made it apparent to almost everyone.)
Look at the world in which we live, dominated as it is by huge military/industrial complexes with vast security departments. Is Homeland Security monitoring this thread? Does it matter? Why do millions believe that George W. Bush blew up the World Trade Towers? Why does half the country still believe Obama was born in Kenya and is some sort of Muslim plant?
Because we live in a world where our lives seem to be controlled by unseen forces over which we have no control. This is very different from earlier agricultural societies where a worker could plant a seed and watch it grow--or not, depending on the weather--but either way he knew why he did or did not have food on his table. Not necessarily so today.
It is this mysterious modern world about which Pinter (and Beckett) writes. And, no, there is no neat ending.
Updated On: 9/1/12 at 10:46 PM