CSF is presenting the work in a lean, scintillating, deeply shadowed production that serves Pinter's words simply and well, his thoughts almost as well and provokes periodic waves of laughter. He also understands that movement must be as minimal, spare of gesture and as precisely timed as the words. Dubin's interpretation is especially intense. His eyes dagger out at the others. His beard quivers.
Irony turns into steely wrath and stiletto thrusts of words.
Schilling's approach is more supple. She cloaks her intensity just underneath a sheath of languor. Her great eyes burn with her needs, even as she coolly deceives everyone, not least herself. As the most betrayed of the three, Phillips brings an iron-jaw stolidity to his intensity that results in his words sounding faintly recited from a script. Some loosening would lighten the performance and turn up the burn of his intensity.