by Harold Pinter
Good description to the appearance of the character, so you can feel the disgust but also the wonder. A little predictable, but done well all the same.
If the purpose of theater is to make the audience uncomfortable then Pinter is a genius. Is misogyny excusable if it is drama? Is it more excusable as comedy?
I seem to have missed the point, although I've no doubt there is one. Best performed, I'd say.