Two men, scruffy but dignified, meet in a deserted, desolate environment, sit, wait and talk while waiting (for a man called Godot). Two other men, equally scruffy but much less dignified arrive, leave, return and leave again. A Boy arrives with news that Godot cannot come today; he too leaves and may (or may not) arrive again.
The waiting seems endless, the mood increasingly bleak but, paradoxically, this is a comedy, a black and even cruel comedy in the best Chaplinesque manner – and a theatrical experience that will stay in the memory long after the ‘waiters’ have departed. |
