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Mike Nichols seems to have a way with English newlyweds. In his first film, he directed Richard Burton and Elizabeth Taylor through the marital shambles of George and Martha. Now he's steering Daniel Craig and Rachel Weisz through another domestic disaster — only in reverse, as per Harold Pinter's 1978 Betrayal, which opened as an instant mega-hit revival Oct. 27 at the Barrymore for a limited, almost sold-out run of 11 weeks — merrily rolling along backwards to a happy beginning.
It starts with a sobering "So long" and ends with a drunken first kiss — this between Weisz and Rafe Spall, both in splendid Broadway debuts. In between are all kinds of emotional configurations involving the other man, Craig, the publisher husband of Weisz, who runs an art gallery and a secret little homefront flat for Spall, a literary agent and supplier of writers for his best friend, publisher Craig.
How's that for close quarters! The marriage triangulates for seven years (1977-68) and barely lasts much longer. They pay as they go. Nobody gets get off scot-free.
Pinter wrote this play after his clandestine affair with BBC-TV's Joan Bakewell, which spanned seven years (1962-69) of his marriage to Vivien Merchant, the actress who distinguished his play, The Homecoming — hence, the authentic anguish.
His light touch is evident in the laughs he extracts from the cast with one telling nuance after another. All three actors wear his direction like a flag, each going deeper into the character. Rarely (if ever) has there been a merrier Betrayal, yet the melancholy undercurrent that runs throughout the piece stays intact.
Not the least of its pleasures is seeing Craig fully inhabit a character again. James Bond requires .007% of his talent. A great actor has been trying to get out, and this performance allows him to do just that. It ranks with some of his best (pre-Bond, of course) screen work, like the Perry Smith he played to Toby Smith's Truman Capote in "Infamous" or the granny-lover he played in "The Mother." His previous Broadway appearance in A Steady Rain, though it kept him too buttoned down, was pointing in the right direction. This time at bat, as the cuckold husband who uses his knowledge of the affair to get the upper hand on his betrayer, he connects solidly, and, when he rages his pain, it's like watching Early Kirk Douglas all over again.
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