Godot (o)

Waiting for Godot

by

Samuel Beckett

Despair becomes repartee in Samuel Beckett’s great play in which the act of waiting itself is caught like a buzzing bluebottle in a glass jar and dissected: the uncertainty, the boredom, the dawdling, the attempts to fill up the time that weighs so heavily and passes so slowly and yet reduces 50 years to a blink. As Pozzo observes, we are given life “astride the grave” and then “the light gleams an instant, then it’s night once more.”

At the Festival Theatre