This weekend I watched a BBC broadcast of my favorite Harold Pinter play, The Birthday Party, from 1987, with Joan Plowright, Colin Blakely, Robert Lang, Kenneth Cranham, a very young Julie Walters, and Harold Pinter himself. It's a creepy little play, not as creepy as The Caretaker, and I had forgotten how funny much of the dialogue is. The cast is close to perfect, and Plowright - I always forget how wonderful she is - is perfection. I cannot imagine another British actress in her peer group who would have been more perfect in the role.