Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Waiting for Godot (1954)
Waiting for Godot (1954) is absurd, but in the abstract. Its primary characters are never referred to by their listed names (I don't know if that is brilliant or banal, but it is something). It has no sense of place except that it is one incapable of giving the men what they need while simultaneously evocative of longing and change.
I wouldn't want a steady diet of this from any playwright, but I finally understand why so many people are drawn to it.