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So far, so graphic. How much memory are you allowed of the future you have already experienced as you march forward into your ineffable past. The film alternates between a black and white strand that proceeds chronologically and one in colour whose reverse sequence one step forward, two steps back is designed to give you a taste of the perplexity experienced by the protagonist. Leonard was an insurance man whose job was to uncover fraud. Now he is suffering from chronic short-term memory loss as a result of a blow to the head from the thugs who raped and killed his wife.
His obsessive mission to run them down is hampered by his condition; to keep track of what has just happened, he has to resort to taking Polaroid photos and preserving information in indelible tattoos on his body. The structure allows us to see twice and to reassess sequences that leave him bewildered about who to trust. Insurance policies tend to backfire in most drama, but in backwards-moving plays particularly. We have seen the future and it does not work. Memento finds an arresting metaphor for the worrying evaporation of memories in Polaroid photos.
Time is not reversible. Except that that makes it seem facile whereas prodigious technical powers have gone into the book. A sickening exercise in misplaced faux-sublimity? To my ear, this category of writing has produced some really impressive feats. Harold Pinter gave his friend, Samuel Beckett , Betrayal to read a copy was by the bed where he died. You can find our Community Guidelines in full here. Want to discuss real-world problems, be involved in the most engaging discussions and hear from the journalists?
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The Best, Most Famous Plays by Harold Pinter
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Subscribe now. Shape Created with Sketch. Calderon's play is one of the masterpieces of the Spanish Golden Age. The predicament of the young prince, Segismundo, calls to mind the Chinese sage's story of the man who dreams he is a butterfly and wakes to wonder whether he is actually a butterfly dreaming he is a man. This youth is at the mercy of political fluctuation: he's been imprisoned in a dark tower from birth because of a horoscope that predicted he would usurp the throne. Then, when there are anxieties about the succession, his father has him drugged, brought to the Palace, and bafflingly treated like a prince.
A poetic piece that tackles deep metaphysical, political matters in a dazzlingly theatrical way. A play of astonishing breakthroughs. There had been plenty of soliloquies in Elizabethan drama beforehand. But no-one had ever talked to an audience like Hamlet. He doesn't just let you into his confidence, he lets you into his consciousness; the best portrayals make you feel that you are soul-to-soul with this figure. It's his capacity for searching introspection that gets in the way and disqualifies Hamlet as a revenge hero: he's rather wonderfully miscast.
Hamlet is brilliantly self-reflexive, constantly probing its own theatricality.
Feminism and expressionism collide in US playwright Sophie Treadwell's extraordinary vision of a mechanised, dehumanising metropolis. She's a stenographer, a sensitive cog in the machine who is blackmailed by her mother into marriage with a boss who revolts her, and ends up condemned to the electric chair for murdering him. Treadwell's nagging dialogue, with its jangly staccato and syncopated telegraphese, uncannily anticipates Harold Pinter and David Mamet.
In Gogol's great phantasmagoric farce, an impecunious clerk newly arrived from St Petersburg is mistakenly assumed to be the eponymous inspector by the corrupt mayor and officials of this provincial town.
Panic drives these paranoid locals to project a false identity onto this stranger. That would have been a good enough joke. Gogol, though, gives it an inspired, twist. His penniless nonenity turns out to be driven by an equivalent dread of being recognised as one of life's losers. So when he twigs to their exploitable mistake, he treats their absurd respect not to mention their bribes as long-overdue recognition of his true worth and becomes airborne with grandiosity.
It's the interlocking lunacies that generate the comic delirium in this Russian masterpiece. One of Pinter's most haunting and unnerving pieces.