Set against the decayed elegance of a house in London's Hampstead Heath,
in No Man's Land two men face each other over a drink. Do they know
each other, or is each performing an elaborate character of recognition?
Their ambiguity--and the comedy--intensify with the arrival of two
younger men, the one ostensibly a manservant, the other a male
secretary. All four inhabit a no man's land between time present and
time remembered, between reality and imagination--a territory which
Pinter explores with his characteristic mixture of biting wit,
aggression, and anarchic sexuality.