Pinter offers us one of the most lucid reflections that theatre has made in recent times on the necessary function of poetry in a devastated world that can no longer afford to believe in simplifying stories.

Following the wishes of Harold Pinter, who died in 2008, the funeral of this key figure of contemporary theatre began with the reading of a fragment of his masterpiece, No Man’s Land. 

Two old friends, who have forgotten all the ties that bound them together before the Second World War, meet again during an alcohol-filled night, which will reopen the wounds of a past which needs to be put in order if it is to avoid being eternally condemned to an insuperable sterility. 

In this personal descent into contemporary infernos, Pinter offers us one of the most lucid reflections that theatre has made in recent times on the necessary function of poetry in a devastated world that can no longer afford to believe in simplifying stories.