While I am typically not a fan of plays that derive their titles from the language within it (what a cop out! If you have the stamina to write a play, you can certainly be less lazy than that), I can think of no more perfect title for Sartre’s play than “No Exit.” For the characters within the play, there is literally no escape—from one another, from the hell they find themselves in, from the memories they recount from their respective lives. This sense of inescapability traps the audience within this intensely compact play, which provides no real resolution to the dilemma the characters find themselves in. My one criticism of the title is that it gets lost in translation from its original French roots; the most precise translation of the phrase “Huis Clos” is “behind closed doors.” While I find this title to be endlessly more clichéd than “No Exit,” I nonetheless maintain the plays’ translators should have strayed less from Sartre’s original intent.