I'm not a Pinter fan. Yes, I know, he gives us a wonderful insight into the human condition, BUT, it's all so slow and dreary. My feeling can be summed up by Howard Jacobson in his novel "Peeping Tom" where the central character is recalling the days that he and his wife used to go to West End plays. He relates how, while attending a particular play ( he thinks it was probably Pinter ), they left before a word was spoken! I know how he feels.