I’m watching part 1 of a performance of Waiting for Godot, written by Samuel Beckett, on YouTube. It’s directed by Beckett himself. I’ve never seen it performed nor have I ever read the play. I consider myself a fairly intelligent, literate individual, capable of comprehending literal and figurative meaning, subtext, explicit and implicit connotations. But good grief, my head is spinning right now.
After 45 minutes I’d already taken two breaks. I don’t know if it’s age or the internet that’s ruined my attention span. Or the play itself. (Probably some combo of all three). Not sure I could sit still for the actual theatre production, with Sir Patrick Stewart and Sir Ian McKellan, that’s currently on Broadway, or even a recreation of a much earlier staging with Steve Martin and Robin Williams in the principal roles.
Why did I suddenly decide to explore the play? Well – I saw a clip of Bill Murray on Letterman. He was dressed as Peter Pan and he was flying on wires over the stage and I just got the thought ‘I’d love to see Bill Murray and James Spader in Waiting for Godot‘ ????? Where the heck did that come from?
As I said I’ve never seen this on stage or even read it, but hey – a crazy idea from a fractured mind is a terrible thing to waste. Or something like that, so I went with it. I was going to find the text online and read that but then the idea of YouTube came to me and I found a few hits.
I’m writing this in the (self-imposed) intermission of parts one and two. I need a definite break before diving into the remaining hour.
This is definitely a play you need to see and read and ruminate on. There’s no real plot – just two guys waiting for some dude name “Godot”. A couple of things happen, but mostly nothing happens. Yet there’s a bunch of stuff going on. Kind of mind blowing and really thought-provoking. And – head spinning. I can just tell this is going to be in my head for a good while.
It’s probably better that I’m seeing this, for the first time, at home, at my own pace, with actors I don’t know. I’d probably be too enthralled by the lovely British of SirPatStew and Sir Ian. *swoon*