Waiting for Godot: a play that could also be called ‘waiting for plot’. It’s notoriously known as the play where nothing happens and it sure lives up to that expectation. Waiting for Godot depicts two, what we can presume are human males, who are waiting on a hill for Godot to arrive. As they wait they meet two characters, Pozzo and his slave Lucky. Just reading the script of this play, I was quite shocked and disappointed to learn that the story wasn’t set in a post-apocalyptic world. The characters seem so strange and almost insane that you think they can’t possibly be real people in everyday life. And it’s not even insane in the good sense, but where it just makes things confusing. I wouldn’t want to see this play performed for the fact that how you could imagine the characters (as odd creatures that stalk the night) is a lot better than how they were meant to look.
A good aspect about this play is its dialogue. Beckett was well known for closely looking at the ways in people speak, to replicate dialogue effectively. So, the characters speak in a natural way, with re-phrasing, repetition, stumbling and forgetting… but what they say isn’t worth listening to. Well, he got one out of two. It was nice, too, to have so few characters. Despite their strangeness, you did spend a lot of time with the four and so got a lot of opportunities to get to know their character.
Repetition was a big part of this play and act one is very similar to the second. This made the play stagnate, as it wasn’t so much looping around as making you think “oh no, not this again”. Then there came the most random and boring monologue in act two that more or less finishes the reader off. I don’t know… maybe Waiting for Godot is simply out of its time. Perhaps at the time, the audience Beckett aimed his piece at would have made much more sense of it. But whether time, or something else, has killed the sense of this play, all it’s done for me is to push me more towards more modern playwrights, as if Beckett is known as ‘one of the best’ historically, It seems to be a sign that looking to the past is the wrong direction for theatre.