Showing posts with label Waiting for Godot. Show all posts
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21 October 2025

'Waiting For Godot' on Broadway, 2025 (2)

 

[A new production of Samuel Beckett’s (1906-89) Absurdist masterpiece, Waiting for Godot (1953), opened on Broadway on 28 September, after starting previews at the Hudson Theatre on 13 September.  Its limited run, directed by Jamie Lloyd, is scheduled to end on 4 January 2026. 

[The production stars Keanu Reeves as Estragon in his Broadway début, and Alex Winter as Vladimir.  The rest of the cast is made up of Brandon J. Dirden as Pozzo and Michael Patrick Thornton as Lucky, with Zaynn Arora (also making his Broadway début) and Eric Williams alternating as the Boy.

[The scenic and costume design are by Soutra Gilmour, the lighting design is by Jon Clark, and the sound design is by Ben and Max Ringham.

[After my posting of the transcript of a PBS News Hour segment, run last Saturday, 18 October, I’m now posting another transcript of an interview with Reeves and Winter, this one of Steven Colbert’s Late Show from last week.

[A few words about the transcription below: There was only one posted transcript, from the three YouTube videos of the interview.  The dialogue, which was line-by-line—i.e., no paragraphing or other divisions—and in all caps.  The lines were broken by seconds, with the time stamp for each second on a separate line of the transcript.  It was also terribly inaccurate, with lots of mistranscriptions, missing words, misattributions of the speaker, and so on.  (Several renderings of “Alex Winter and Keanu Reeves” came out “ALEX WINTER ENCOUNTER REEVES”!)

[To fix all these and other issues with the transcript, I had to go back and listen to the DVR I’d made of the show in a stop-rewind-and-go method to reconcile them with the recording.  (It’s easier and more convenient to use my computer to type in the corrections while watching and listening to my TV than to try to shift back and forth between my word processor and the YouTube or CBS video on the Internet.)

[So, the result you will read below is a combination of the transcriber, almost certainly a machine with little human monitoring, and my own rendering of the conversation, plus my interpretation of the punctuation, capitalization, paragraphing, and other typographical considerations.  I’ve also added some bracketed explanatory and identifying insertions I thought would be helpful.]

THE LATE SHOW WITH STEPHEN COLBERT:
KEANU REEVES & ALEX WINTER 

[This episode of The Late Show with Stephen Colbert (CBS Broadcasting Inc., Paramount Skydance) aired on 13 October 2025 (Season 11, Episode 19).  Reeves and Winter were Colbert’s only guests, aside from a musical performance at the end of the show by rapper J.I.D.]

Stephen Colbert: Hey! Hello, friends. Welcome back, everybody.

Ladies and gentlemen. My fellow Americans. My next guests tonight are currently co-starring in a new Broadway production of “Waiting for Godot.” You know them best as “Bill and Ted,” but please welcome back to “The Late Show,” Alex Winter and Keanu Reeves!

[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]

There you go. Nice to have you guys here. Thanks for making the trip up from the Hudson Theatre up here to the Ed Sullivan to join on a rare night off. ‘Cause you guys are doing eight shows a week, right?

Keanu Reeves [off-camera]: We are, yeah.

Colbert: For “Waiting for Godot” on Broadway.

[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]

Never done it, kinda jealous. Love the play. Let’s start with how some might be surprised that it’s pronounced GA-doh, instead of most people in America they think of guh-DOH. So, are you guys being fancy?

[Reeves and Winter LAUGH]

Colbert: Are we being fancy? Are you fancy [pointing to Winter] and are you schmancy [pointing to Reeves]?

Reeves: If that’s fancy and schmancy, what’s the other one?

Colbert: Guh-DOH?

Winter: Down-home? Heartland?

Colbert: Just down-home, American, heartland, existential dread.

Winter: There you go. Right.

Well, the play was written by an Irishman in French.

Colbert: Oh, there you go. There you go.

Winter: It was kind of almost mundane. There’s a lot of rhyming in the play, and GA-doh works better with the other names of the characters that are all Pozzo . . . Gogo [nickname of Estragon, Reeves’s character] . . . Godot. And he’s constantly confusing Godot for Pozzo. ‘I said Pozzo.’ ‘No, you said Godot.’ ‘No, you said Godot.’ It doesn’t work if ‘You said Pozzo.’ ‘No, you said Guh-DOH.’ What?

Colbert: You have been linked, obviously, in the public’s mind since the 1989 release . . . right there [showing photo] of “Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure.”

[CHEERS AND APPLAUSE]

First of all, I understand you guys met in the audition process? Tell me about meeting each other for the first time.

Reeves: My recollection was there was a room . . .

Winter: . . . little room.

Reeves: You were sitting down. I walked in. Said “Hey, what’s up?” You said, “Hey, what’s up.”

Winter: Yeah. Motorcycle helmet and motorcycle helmet [pointing].

Reeves: We talked about motorcycles and . . .

Both: . . . bass guitars.

Reeves: We had stuff in common.

Winter: Yeah. And then it expanded into, like, literature and theater. And then it was, “Oh, he’s east coast and I’m east coast. We’d come from theater. There was a lot of similarities to our backgrounds, and we were two fish out of water actors in L.A. So . . . .

[Winter (b. 1965) did some Broadway shows early in his career. He made his Broadway début as a replacement for Louis Leonowens, the son of Anna Leonowens, in a 1977 revival of the musical The King and I, when he was 13, and played John Darling, the middle Darling child in a 1979 revival of the musical version of Peter Pan, when he was 14.  He also appeared at the Manhattan Theatre Club in the American premiere of Simon Gray's (1936-2008) Close of Play in 1981.

[Reeves’s (b. 1964) U.S. stage début is his role in Godot. His previous stage experience has been in Canada, which he claims as his home country (he’s a Canadian citizen, though born in Beirut, Lebanon, and spending some years in Sydney, Australia, before moving to Toronto). Among other roles, he played Hamlet in Shakespeare’s classic masterpiece in a production at a Canadian regional theater in Winnipeg, Manitoba, in 1995. On 12 April 1989, Reeves appeared in his only other U.S. theater role, the part of Kip in a telefilm adaptation of Richard Greenberg’s (1958-2025) 1985 one-act play Life Under Water on the Public Broadcasting Service’s American Playhouse series.]

Reeves: Yeah.

Colbert: Wow.

[CROSSTALK]

Colbert: How long had you each been in L.A. at that point? It can be lonely if you . . . .

Reeves: I was there like five . . . four . . . three . . . four years before.

Winter: Two years . . . a couple years before I come out.

Reeves: And then we got to act together. And that’s where, like, that thing happened [snapping his fingers].

Winter: It’s sort of like being in a band. You know, there’s that rhythm section. The comedy is, being who we are, we were both playing the same instrument, which isn’t how a rhythm section is supposed to work.

Colbert: Four hands on one bass . . . .

Winter: We would literally leave set and go to one of each other’s apartments with our mini amps and jam, both playing bass . . .

[LAUGHTER]

Winter: . . . for hours and hours and hours.

Colbert: How did the neighbors feel about that?

Winter: I mean, they thought we were out of our minds. But, it is kind of nuts in retrospect.

Colbert: Talking about “Waiting for Godot” – Keanu, I understand you first had the idea of doing this?

Reeves: Yeah, about three and a half years ago, I was in London, working. I had jet lag. I was in a fugue state. And, the muses kind of sang down from above and said: “Waiting for Godot” with Alex. And I went, UH! and I Facetimed you . . .

Winter: You did, yeah.

Reeves: . . . and proposed.

Winter: You did, yeah. I opened up the Facetime and this is what you always do because you always Facetime. And I’m not a Facetimer. And I’m like, ‘Oh, God, I’ve got to put on a shirt.’

Colbert: It’s not chest time. It’s just Facetime.

Winter: It’s a camera in your face.

Colbert: Oh, I understand. Yeah.

Winter: So, I open it and there is Reeves, his face jammed into this webcam: “You, me, “Godot.” I don’t know what it says that I knew what he meant by that, but I thought it was a great idea. We’d both been looking for something to do together that wasn’t Bill and Ted. We both love theater. We wanted to go back and do theater. I love Beckett. I knew what it entailed though—it was going to be a monster.

Colbert: It is! It’s a lot to bite off. You could’ve started with “The Odd Couple” [popular Niel Simon comedy, 1965 (Broadway), 1968 (film), 1970-75 (television)] and worked your way up.

Both: Yeah!

Winter: Every time someone suggests an alternative, he’s like, yeah, we shoulda done that.

Reeves: Yeah!

Colbert: We have to take a quick break. We’ll be right back with more Keanu Reeves and Alex Winter, everybody.

[COMMERCIAL BREAK]

Colbert: Everybody, we are back with the stars of “Waiting for Godot” at the Hudson Theatre here in New York, Alex Winter and Keanu Reeves. It’s one of the most famous plays of the 20th century. It’s performed all the time. It’s often misinterpreted. People don’t know that while it’s a tragedy, is a tragicomedy, very funny.

[There are a number of Godot-related posts on Rick On Theater (and a few more on other Beckett plays), but one that applies to Colbert’s remark above is “History of Waiting For Godot” (30 March 2009). I will append a list of all the Godot posts at the bottom of this transcript.]

Reeves: It is, yeah.

Colbert: Take a stab, one of you, and explain to the audience, if you don’t mind, what it’s about.

Reeves: It can’t just be one thing.

Colbert: Okay. We’ve got all the time in the world.

Winter: Settle in.

Reeves: If “Hamlet” is “To be or not to be, that is the question,” Beckett in “Waiting for Godot” says, ‘That is not the question.’ ‘What are we doing here,’ that is the question.

[APPLAUSE]

Reeves: And it starts to, in a broad sense . . . it talks about our relationship to a personal god. And it’s like, ‘Can we be seen?’ ‘Will we be judged?’ Really, ‘Will he save us, punish us, will we be seen?’ In a broad sense.

And then there is friendship, codependence, yearning, waiting. What are we waiting for? What can we do? [nb: The French (i.e., “original”) title of the play is En attendant Godot, which means “While waiting for Godot.”] How do we relate to each other? There’s elements of power dynamics with the character [sic] Pozzo and Lucky.

Winter: Yeah, there’s brutality, characters can become both brutal and loving. You end up playing all of life in the course of two hours, which is . . . it’s kind of a trip to be honest with you, it is so beautifully written.

Reeves: Yeah, and about time, the collapsing of time, the human experience in the blink of an eye. I was born . . . in one day I can be born, one day I will die, one day I will be deaf, one day . . . . The circumstances of our life and how we relate to it.

Winter: We did talk about the fact that we’re both doing it in our . . . we were both going to turn 60 around the time we hit the stage and it is a play about reflection, about life and mortality and where are and what does it mean and what have you done and where are you going. [When the production started previews, Winter was 60 and Reeves had just turned 61.] And to be in that every night, and to say those words but to do that with a very close friend is pretty extraordinary.

Colbert: The design of it, it’s an unusual and very beautiful design. [Shows a photo of the Godot set, a long horn-like tube that creates a sense of forced perspective, sculpted of blonde wood and running from upstage to down, seemingly suspended in the air.]

Reeves: Aah! That’s our set.

Winter: Isn’t that cool?

Colbert: People see a lot of things in the set. You kept a list of the various things.

Winter: He is keeping – present tense – because it’s growing every day.

Colbert: I’m just curious, what . . . .

Reeves: We have the eye, the tunnel, the vortex, the sub-woofer, the habitrail, the lens.

[I’ve never found an explanation for the suggestion of the habitrail as a name for the central structure of the Godot set, so I looked it up to see what variant meanings it might have. The one that seems most fitting to me—and this is only my own view—is from the pinball machine. The wire ramps or tubes that guide the ball back to the player are sometimes called “habitrails.” The ball is sent on a meandering journey, buffeted by the flippers (and sometimes also the jostling of the machine), but always ends up in a tube that brings it back where it started. That sounds to me like the endless journey that Didi and Gogo are on. (If anyone has a better idea, please post it in the Comments section below.)]

Winter: The lens, the sewer, the habitrail.

Reeves: Circuits of time.

Winter: The circuits of time did come up at one point.

Reeves: We have the cross section of a tree. We recently got the shell.

Winter: The conch shell, which I think is a very beautiful one . . . .

Colbert: The sphincter.

Winter: That’s not incorrect. Yeah, yeah.  I like that.

Reeves: The gun barrel from the Bond opening. [That’s what it reminded me of right away – but it doesn’t really fit Godot.]

Colbert: That’s cool. To me, it does look like an eye. Because the iris is little lower, right here, looks like the eye’s looking down so it looks like the universe or God as a providence, that sort of thing. It looms, that’s for sure. It could also be a moon being eclipsed by something small.

Winter: Yeah.

Colbert: Yeah. Your life or something like that.

Winter: Yeah. It does happen. You’ll see there is an actual – not to spoil – but there’s an actual sun that drops . . . or moon that drops down into that back space.

Colbert: So I was right?

Winter: You are correct. You are literally correct.

Colbert: I was pretty sure. I’m usually right.

[LAUGHTER]

Colbert: Alex, you made your Broadway debut at how old?

Winter: 13. “The King and I” with Yul Brynner [1977].

Colbert [to Reeves]: Is this your Broadway debut?

Reeves: Yes, it is.     

[APPLAUSE]

Let’s talk for both of you, that sense of the butterflies before – not just opening night, but walking out on stage every night.

Reeves: Butterflies? Is that like terror butterflies?

Winter: I think it’s a polite way of saying you want to throw up.

Reeves: Right.

Colbert: Do you get that? Do you get that every night?

Reeves: Every night? Yes.

Colbert: What do you do? You have any particular rituals? People have – I slap myself in the face really hard twice before , , , . I do. Once, at the same time. I don’t want to do it right now, but I slap myself twice and I know I’ve done it hard enough if I regret having done it. Because, I’m awake and I’m leaving everything else backstage, and I just come on stage.

Winter: I have prayers that I always do . . .

Colbert: Oh, really . . . .

Winter: . . . before each act. I don’t take the risk of only just praying for the get through the play [sic], it’s a very hard play.

Colbert: Oh, one act at a time . . . .

Winter: So, each act of the play gets a prayer.

[To Reeves] You have a position that you take backstage that’s interesting. You’re sort of seeded for Estragon. Like I come out of my dressing room and I see you there in sort of a state, and I’m like, ‘Oh, he’s like seeding Estragon.’

Reeves: That’s true, yes.

Winter: That’s part of it.

Reeves: I sort of sit in the thing [takes a position in his seat, facing front with his arms folded in his lap].

Winter: That is what he’s doing. That is very Estragon.

Colbert: Totally.

We are going to take another break here but we’ll be right back with more Alex Winter and Keanu Reeves, everybody.

[COMMERCIAL BREAK]

Colbert: Hey, everybody. We are back with the stars of “Waiting for Godot” here in New York at the Hudson Theatre, Keanu Reeves and Alex Winter.

You both have new films. Alex, you have a movie directed, “Adulthood.” What’s “Adulthood”?

Winter: It’s a black comedy with Josh Gad and Kaya Scodelario, Billie Lourd, Anthony Carrigan [released 23 September]. It’s a wonderful cast. It’s an ensemble film about the impossibility of adulthood in our current society.

[APPLAUSE]

Colbert: [Inaudible] . . . social media keeps us . . . .

Winter: It’s hard . . . it’s hard out there for adults.

Colbert: Keanu, you have “Good Fortune” which opens on Friday [17 October].

[APPLAUSE]

Colbert: Is it true that after everything you’ve done, after all the “John Wicks” and all the “Matrices,” that this is the film that got you injured?

Reeves: Yes.

[LAUGHTER]

Colbert: If you don’t mind sharing . . . .

Reeves: I mean, comedy’s hard, right?

[Winter LAUGHS]

Colbert: Sure. Death is easy, comedy’s hard.

[The saying “Dying is easy, comedy is hard”—Colbert is paraphrasing the now-famous line—is attributed to British actor Edmund Gwenn (1877-1959) on his deathbed. The line has since been widely circulated and credited to other actors, but Gwenn is the most commonly cited source.]

Reeves: I fractured my patella.

Colbert: Your kneecap.

Reeves: My kneecap. I had a vertical break like a potato chip.

Colbert: I’m sorry, like a what?

Reeves: Like a potato chip.

Colbert: Did you hear it happen?

Reeves: I did not hear it pop because of the scream.

[Winter LAUGHS; Colbert GROANS]

Colbert: How? What were you doing? Pratfall or something?

Reeves: Okay – uhhh. I was doing a scene . . . we were doing a cold-water plunge with [writer, director, and cast member] Aziz Ansari and [cast member] Seth Rogen. And then, I was going back to the dressing room, they had a carpet – covering the carpet, there was a little thing and I caught my foot. I had a towel and I was cold and I was shuffling in my little ding-ding [sic]. And I caught my foot, and then I was like, whoa! And then I spiked and landed right on my knee.

[GROANS from audience, Winter, and Colbert]

Reeves: And then pain ensued.

Colbert: Potato chip.

Reeves: Yeah. Then it did that, then I couldn’t walk. But then I went to the hospital and they drained the blood.

Winter: And then you being you, you just kept shooting.

Reeves: I kept going.

But yeah, it made a lot of people laugh.

[LAUGHTER]

Colbert: That you potato-chipped your patella?

Reeves: They just said like, “You’re John Wick, and you just . . . .” I can’t swear, right?

Colbert: We can always bleep it.

Reeves: [BLEEP] broke your [BLEEP] [BLEEP].

Colbert: Sadly . . .

Reeves: The director’s like what? Aziz is like what? I can’t film because you broke your [BLEEP] kneecap. Sorry.

Colbert: We sadly lost, as I showed the interview before [in the Late Show’s segment before the Reeves-Winter interview], the great Diane Keaton [1946-2025; she died on 11 October at 79].

Keanu, people loved you two together in 2003, “Something’s Gotta Give.” Do you have a memory you can share of Diane Keaton in shooting this with her before we go?

Reeves: You know [to Colbert], and you know, too [to Winter]. We all know what an extraordinary, unique, special person and artist Diane is, was, and is. It was cool for me. I got to shoot the scene. Nancy Meyers directed. But it was Diane and Jack Nicholson at a table in a restaurant in Paris. And just watching those two legends, not only act, but insult each other.

[LAUGHTER]

You got a taste of it, I saw the clip that you shared. [An “attempted” interview on 30 April 2012 from The Colbert Report on Comedy Central.] She was almost like the same thing that she did to you, which was just like, she would turn to Jack, ‘You’re just a . . . you are a blah, blah, blah.’ And he’d be like, ‘You dirty, rotten . . . .’ They’re just grinning and they are insulting each other with love.

Winter: It sounds like our play.

Reeves: Yeah. The intelligence, the humor. But just watching them just be themselves and with the history and art that they worked.

Colbert: Alex, Keanu, thanks so much for being here. “Waiting for Godot” is currently at the Hudson

Theatre. Alex Winter and Keanu Reeves, everybody.

[The Godot post I cross-references above is a brief development and production history of the play.  Allow me to say a few words here that may reiterate what I wrote in 2009 on that post.  (Then I’ll list all the posts on ROT that pertain to Waiting for Godot.)

[First, let me pick up something Alex Winter mentions above: Samuel Beckett was an Irish writer who wrote often in French.  After studying modern languages at Trinity College Dublin, he took up a teaching position in Paris.  There, he was introduced to the Irish writer James Joyce, with whom he worked for years as a sort of assistant-cum-secretary.

[Beckett remained in Paris until 1930, when he went back to Dublin as a lecturer at Trinity College.  He stayed only until the end of 1931.  He traveled through Europe, writing essays, reviews, and novels, some of which were published and some were not.  As he did all this career, he wrote in both French and Englis—often in French first.

[After another short visit to Ireland in 1937, he returned to France to settle permanently in Paris in 1939, despite the start of World War II.  Though he made trips to England and Ireland, Beckett never lived there again.  When Germany invaded France and occupied the country in 1940, he joined the Résistance, and eventually had to flee Paris for a small town in the south, where he remained for the rest of the war.

[Beckett never stopped writing throughout the war and even his refuge and resistance efforts in the south.  He wrote Godot in French between October 1948 and January 1949.  (As I note above, the French version of the play is entitled En attendant Godot.)  After 1947, he wrote most of his works in French first.

[The point want to stress here is that Beckett didn’t just write Godot and his other works in French and then translate them into English.  He rewrote then in English.  The variation in the titles of En attendant Godot and Waiting for Godot isn’t the only difference between the to versions of the play.  Throughout the texts, there are differences—some small and subtle, some more prominent and significant. 

[The play’s titles can be a hint.  Waiting for Godot is a play about ‘waiting.’  But waiting is a static action.  When most people wait, they sit and read—the waiting rooms of offices everywhere are full of old magazines for people to read!  Maybe the waiters people-watch.  Still not active.  Today, with portable computers and internet-connected cell phones, maybe they work or play.  Not active.

[But En attendant Godot, as I noted above, means “while waiting for Godot.”  It’s about what Didi and Gogo do while they wait.  And remembering that the two characters are clowns—tramp clowns in the mold of Chaplin’s Little Tramp or Emmet Kelley’s Sad Willie—what wild activity would ensue . . . and does!  (Beckett loved music hall and clowns.  He was taken with the Marx Brothers and his 1965 movie Film starred Buster Keaton, the great silent-movie pantomimist.)

[And now, that list:

       •  History of Waiting For Godot” (30 March 2009)

         Thoughts on Waiting For Godot” (1 April 2009)

       •  More Thoughts on Waiting For Godot” (3 April 2009)

      •  Is Waiting For Godot Trash?” (17 April 2009)\

      •  "Beckett by the Madeleine" by Tom F. Driver (25 January 2018)

[And two that might be of less interest, performance reports on two productions:

  Waiting for Godot (Gare St. Lazare)” (31 October 2015)

  Waiting For Godot (Druid Theatre Company)” (21 November 2018)

[Don’t forget the post on 18 October, the News Hour transcript of the segment with Reeves and Winter of 10 October.]


18 October 2025

'Waiting For Godot' on Broadway, 2025 (I)

 

[A new production of Samuel Beckett’s (1906-89) Absurdist masterpiece, Waiting for Godot (1953), opened on Broadway on 28 September, after starting previews at the Hudson Theatre on 13 September.  Its limited run, directed by Jamie Lloyd, is scheduled to end on 4 January 2026. 

[The production stars Keanu Reeves as Estragon in his Broadway début, and Alex Winter as Vladimir.  The rest of the cast is made up of Brandon J. Dirden as Pozzo and Michael Patrick Thornton as Lucky, with Zaynn Arora (also making his Broadway début) and Eric Williams alternating as the Boy.

[The scenic and costume design are by Soutra Gilmour, the lighting design is by Jon Clark, and the sound design is by Ben and Max Ringham.]  

KEANU REEVES AND ALEX WINTER REUNITE ON STAGE
IN BROADWAY’S ‘WAITING FOR GODOT’
by Jeffrey Brown and Anne Azzi Davenport

[Below is the transcript of the PBS News Hour segment of 10 October 2025 in which Jeffrey Brown, the program’s arts correspondent, discusses the new production of Godot with its stars.]

It’s a classic of theater that continues to be taken on by top actors and still resonates with audiences. “Waiting for Godot” mixes despair and comedy to raise questions about the meaning of life. Now, Keanu Reeves and Alex Winter, two actors who are great friends, are doing their waiting on Broadway. Senior arts correspondent Jeffrey Brown has the story for our arts and culture series, CANVAS.

Geoff Bennett: It’s a theater classic that continues to be taken on by top actors and resonates with audiences.

“Waiting for Godot” — yes, that’s how it’s pronounced [GOD-oh] — mixes high despair and low comedy to raise big questions about, well, the meaning of life. And now two actors, great friends themselves, are doing their waiting on Broadway.

[GOD-oh is the standard pronunciation in Ireland and the United Kingdom.  In North America, it’s commonly pronounced go-DOH.]

Senior arts correspondent Jeffrey Brown gets a look for our arts and culture series, Canvas.

Keanu Reeves, Actor [in a scene from Godot]: Who am I to tell my private nightmares to if I can’t tell them to you?

Alex Winter, Actor: Let them remain private. You know I can’t bear that.

Keanu Reeves: There are times when I wonder if it wouldn’t be better for us to part.

Alex Winter: You wouldn’t go far.

Jeffrey Brown: Two men, Estragon, called Gogo, and Vladimir, or Didi, fearing, laughing, talking, waiting for someone they don’t know.

The two men playing them, Keanu Reeves and Alex Winter. And why are they here?

Keanu Reeves: Yes, but what did I know? I just had the — I just answered the universe and said you should do “Waiting for Godot” with Alex. And I was like, you’re right. OK, I will ask him.

(Laughter)

Jeffrey Brown: And he said?

Alex Winter: Absolutely. Yes, but it’s a mountain. Let’s go climb the mountain.

Jeffrey Brown: That mountain, “Waiting for Godot,” or Godot [GOD-oh], as they have chosen to pronounce it in this production, by Nobel Prize-winning Irish playwright Samuel Beckett.

Written and first performed in the 1950s, it’s still raising deep issues of human existence through a mix of pain and suffering along with broad comedy.

Actor [Brandon J. Dirden as Pozzo; in a scene from Godot]: Which of you smells so bad?

Keanu Reeves: He has stinking breath and I have stinking feet.

Actor: I must go.

Jeffrey Brown: Keanu Reeves, of course, is a mega-movie star, best known for his roles in “The Matrix” and “John Wick” series. This is his Broadway debut.

Alex Winter, a Broadway and film veteran, is best known in recent years as a director of documentaries, including one on rock star Frank Zappa.

Alex Winter AND Keanu Reeves: Excellent!

Jeffrey Brown: The two are forever linked through their roles starting in their 20s in the “Bill and Ted” sci-fi comedy films that began in 1989 about two rather clueless dudes who get their history lessons through time travel.

They have been close friends ever since, the kind who often finish each other’s sentences on and off stage. And when we met recently at Broadway’s famed Sardi’s Restaurant, Reeves, now 61, and Winter, 60, said taking on “Waiting for Godot” together was a must.

Is that because it made it more fun or because it got you past the fear of doing it or . . .

Keanu Reeves: For me, it just started with the fun.

(Laughter)

Keanu Reeves: This seems like a really good idea. Yes.

Alex Winter: Yes, and also that they’re — it is a play about two old friends who are interested in interrogating the questions of life, which is very much the two of us. So . . .

Jeffrey Brown: It is?

Alex Winter: Oh, yes.

Jeffrey Brown: You mean off stage.

Alex Winter: Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes, like going back to — look, we’re goofballs and lead normal lives as well, but, like, I remember certain nights even on “Bill and Ted” one, it would be like 2:00 in the morning. We’d be sitting on the hood of my car in like in a strip mall in Phoenix, like, debating existence.

Keanu Reeves: Yes.

(Laughter)

Alex Winter: You know? So, like, in some ways, nothing has changed.

[In a scene from Godot] Look at me. Will you look at me?

Keanu Reeves: What a day.

Alex Winter: Who beat you? Tell me.

Keanu Reeves: Another day done with.

Alex Winter: Not yet.

Keanu Reeves: For me, it’s over and done with no matter what happens.

Jeffrey Brown: Are Gogo and Didi refugees from war or some environmental catastrophe, figures from outside of time? And who is this Godot?

Alex Winter: Beckett was cheeky, but he — I think he liked the fact that people debated these things. I think he was cheeky. He would say, oh, it’s not God necessarily, but maybe it is. You know what I mean? Like, I mean, come on.

(Laughter)

Alex Winter: Come on.

Keanu Reeves: Like, come on. If Samuel was here . . .

Alex Winter: Yes.

Keanu Reeves: I mean, come on.

Alex Winter: Yes.

Jeffrey Brown: You would say, come on, God — it is God.

Alex Winter: Of course God is in Godot, of course, of course, of course.

Steve Martin, Actor [in the 1988 Off-Broadway production at Lincoln Center]: Moron.

Robin Williams, Actor: Vermin.

Steve Martin: Abortion.

(Crosstalk)

Steve Martin: Sewer-rat. Curate. Cretin.

Robin Williams: Critic!

(Laughter)

Jeffrey Brown: The play has been done by certified funnymen such as Steve Martin and Robin Williams and amid boarded-up flooded homes [artist Paul Chan, Creative Time, and the Classical Theatre of Harlem staged a production in New Orleans in the flooded, hurricane-damaged Lower Ninth Ward and Gentilly neighborhoods, November 2007] in the wake of Hurricane Katrina [2005].

This production led by acclaimed British director Jamie Lloyd takes a stripped-down story and strips it further to a bare large tunnel, or cone, with no props at all. That, says Reeves, forced him to think and act in a new way.

Keanu Reeves: It’s even like the way I talked about the play early days, we can have mud, and why don’t we have water, and how about if we do this, and I will come out through the stage.

(Laughter)

Keanu Reeves: And then Jamie Lloyd and Soutra Gilmour, the production designer, went, here’s the set, and all of those ideas like a — like a mandala, just was like — that’s — get over that.

Jeffrey Brown: Yes. Did you find that freeing, though, too to not have the props?

Keanu Reeves: Oh, it’s freeing, but also illuminating. I think that our production is actually illuminating the themes of the play and what it’s asking and talking about. To have a literal tree that doesn’t look like a tree, you’re doing the same thing. You’re asking the audience to pretend that it’s got lots of leaves, and it’s like the spring.

Or then there’s a literal tree, and then I’m saying I see nothing. So they almost become more alive.

[Beckett’s original set instructions were: “A country road. A tree.”]

Alex Winter: Yes.

Keanu Reeves: And to the conceit, it’s more accurate.

Alex Winter: It is, yes. Every night, you find something else. We will come off stage even between act one and act two, and he will say or I will say, that — like, oh, wow, right, that.

Jeffrey Brown: But it’s still — you’re doing that between acts?

Alex Winter: Every night. Every night. Every night, there’s something. It’s just a play of limitless ideas and depth and possibility.

Keanu Reeves [in a scene from Godot]: Do you see anything coming?

Alex Winter: What?

Keanu Reeves: Do you see anything coming?

Alex Winter: No.

Keanu Reeves: Nor I.

Jeffrey Brown: Does it feel that way on stage too, where you’re saying, oh, I’m with Alex?

Keanu Reeves: Oh, yes. I get — I mean, so much of the night or the day of the performance, I’m just literally like looking at you . . .

(Laughter)

 

Alex Winter: Yes, we do a fair amount of that.

 

Keanu Reeves: . . . go through your contortions.

(Laughter)

Keanu Reeves: Poor Vladimir.

Alex Winter: Poor Vladimir.

Keanu Reeves: Trying to figure it out.

Alex Winter: I know, and failing miserably.

Jeffrey Brown: And how does the play land today, in a time of deep cultural and political divisions? Alex Winter had thought much about that, while Keanu Reeves offered lines from the play.

Alex Winter: And we’re certainly driving into it with the way we’re doing, is about looking past those divisions to this sort of human condition as a uniform issue that everyone faces, and this idea that we are all in this struggle together.

Keanu Reeves: And all mankind is us.

Alex Winter: Yes, for this moment of time.

Keanu Reeves: For this moment of time.

Alex Winter: Whether we like it or not. So let’s do something.

Keanu Reeves: Do something. Let us . . .

Alex Winter: I mean, that’s a pretty great thing to say right now.

Keanu Reeves: To help someone.

Alex Winter [lines from Godot]: Yes. Yes.

Keanu Reeves: We help him. We help him.

Alex Winter: Yes. Yes.

Keanu Reeves: Let us help him. We help him.

Alex Winter: Yes.

Keanu Reeves: Yes. Let’s go.

Alex Winter: Yes.

Jeffrey Brown: Is it ultimately a hopeless or hopeful play?

Keanu Reeves: Hopeful.

Alex Winter: Yes.

Jeffrey Brown: You’re going with hopeful?

Keanu Reeves: Yes.

Jeffrey Brown: Yes?

Keanu Reeves: I mean, they say, let’s go. Well, shall we go? Yes, let’s go.

Jeffrey Brown: But then they don’t move.

Alex Winter: But they’re together.

Keanu Reeves: But they still said, let’s go.

Alex Winter: Yes.

Keanu Reeves: They’re still doing it.

Alex Winter: Yes, they’re together. I think that — I think it lands. . .

Keanu Reeves: I will fight another day.

Alex Winter: Yes, they — it lands on this idea that it — that all we may have is each other, but that is enough to continue on. But everything else is up for grabs.

(Laughter)

Jeffrey Brown: Keanu Reeves and Alex Winter, Gogo and Didi, are waiting for Godot into early January.

Alex Winter: Finish a phrase, I tell you.

Keanu Reeves: Finish your own.

Alex Winter: Moron.

Keanu Reeves: That’s the idea. Let’s abuse each other.

Jeffrey Brown: For the “PBS News Hour,” I’m Jeffrey Brown on Broadway.

Alex Winter: Moron!

Keanu Reeves: Vermin!

Alex Winter: Abortion!

Bennett: Online, you can see more from Keanu Reeves and Alex Winter, including their mutual love of Dr. Seuss and their favorite plays. That’s on our YouTube page.

[A word or two about Godot and God: Many people in the English-speaking world feel that Godot is Beckett’s stand-in for God and that the name is meant to invoke that belief.  However, Becket refused to say so, though he hinted that he might have had that in his mind.  However, it should be remembered that he originally wrote the play in French (it had its world première in Paris in 1953), and in French, the word for God is ‘Dieu,’ which has no resemblance to the English word ‘God.’

[In his more than 30-year career with the PBS News Hour, Jeffrey Brown has served as co-anchor, studio moderator, and field reporter on a wide range of national and international issues, with work taking him around the country and to many parts of the globe.  As arts correspondent he has profiled many of the world’s leading writers, musicians, actors and other artists.  Among his signature works at the News Hour: a multi-year series, “Culture at Risk,” about threatened cultural heritage in the United States and abroad; the creation of the News Hour’s online “Art Beat”; and hosting the monthly book club, “Now Read This,” a collaboration with the New York Times.

[Anne Azzi Davenport is the Senior Producer of CANVAS at PBS News Hour.]


21 November 2018

'Waiting For Godot' (Druid Theatre Company)


As frequent ROTters will know, I consider Waiting for Godot one of the most important plays of the 20th century—perhaps the single most important work of Western theater.  It confused many viewers, both theater pros and general audiences, when it first hit the stages of Europe and the United States in the early 1950s, and many dismissed it.  But it changed everything that came after.  Western theater has never been the same.  Just the week after I saw a new staging of Godot, I saw the revival of a 2004 play, Thom Pain (based on nothing) by Will Eno, who was described at its U.S première in the New York Times as “a Samuel Beckett for the Jon Stewart generation.”

I don’t get to see all the new productions of Samuel Beckett’s masterpiece, but I go to as many as I can manage, so when my friend Diana called over the summer to tell me that coming to the 2018 Lincoln Center White Light Festival was a production of the Druid Theatre Company of Galway, Ireland, one of whose previous productions I’d seen six years ago (Famine by Tom Murphy, part of the three-play series DruidMurphy presented at the Lincoln Center Festival that summer; see my post on 24 July 2012), I jumped at the chance.  We booked seats at the Gerald W. Lynch Theater at John Jay College of Criminal Justice on West 59th Street for the 7:30 performance on Friday evening, 9 November.

The Druid’s presentation of Waiting for Godot ran from 2 to 13 November 2018.  Previously, the production ran at the company’s home theater in Galway from 22 February to 3 March 2018 and then toured Ireland, playing Limerick, Letterkenny, Dublin, Cork, Longford, Wexford, Dún Laoghaire, and Sligo.  Before coming the New York’s White Light Festival, the Druid’s Godot appeared at Washington, D.C.’s Shakespeare Theatre Company (17 April–20 May), the Chicago Shakespeare Theatre (23 May-3 June), and the Edinburgh International Festival (3-12 August); the production also made a return trip to Druid’s hometown for the Galway International Arts Festival (7–23 July).  (The explanation for the very short run at the home theater, a scant 10 days, is director Garry Hynes’s “very low expectations,” according to actor and former columnist for Back Stage Michael Kostroff.  “We very deliberately scheduled it for a very short run in our own 100-seat theater,” said the director, “so that if we fell on our ass with it there weren’t going to be too many people around to watch the damage.”  The evidence is that they didn’t stumble—not by a longshot.)

The White Light Festival, now in its ninth year, is Lincoln Center’s annual exploration of music and art’s power to reveal the many dimensions of our interior lives.  International in scope, the multidisciplinary festival offers a broad spectrum of the world’s leading instrumentalists, vocalists, ensembles, choreographers, dance companies, and directors complemented by conversations with artists and scholars and post-performance White Light Lounges. The festival will occupy six venues in the Lincoln Center area to present more than a dozen events.  “This year,” says Jane Moss, festival director, “we focus on what it means to be human in an increasingly fractious world—a world where communication, compassion, and creative expression remain vital to our survival as a global community.”  The festival takes its name from a quotation by Estonian composer Arvo Pärt (b. 1935): “I could compare my music to white light, which contains all colors.  Only a prism can divide the colors and make them appear; this prism could be the spirit of the listener.”  

(For background on the Druid Theatre Company, see my report on Famine, referenced above; for a short bio of Samuel Beckett, see the report on the last production of Godot I saw, performed at New York University’s Jack H. Skirball Center for the Performing Arts three years ago by Gare St Lazare Ireland, posted on 31 October 2015 [https://rickontheater.blogspot.com/2015/10/waiting-for-godot.html].  See my report on While I Was Waiting, posted on Rick On Theater on 1 August 2017, for a brief profile of the Gerald W. Lynch Theater.  There is more detailed information on the playwright and his absurdist tragi-comedy in “Thoughts on Waiting For Godot” and “More Thoughts on Waiting For Godot,” 1 and 3 April 2009.)

There’s really no plot in Godot, of which Irish Times reviewer Vivian Mercier said in 1956, it’s “a play in which nothing happens, twice.”  (That wasn’t a put down.  Mercier went on to exclaim that it nevertheless “keeps audiences glued to their seats.”)  Of course, Beckett says so himself: One of his characters declares, “Nothing happens.  Nobody comes, nobody goes, it’s awful.”  I describe the events of the play in my report on the 2015 Godot).  In brief, act one presents Estragon (Aaron Monaghan, short and stocky), called Gogo (already on stage before the lights come up), and Vladimir (tall, thin, and rangy Marty Rea), known as Didi, as they wait for a man called Godot—who famously never comes.  A study in absurdist co-dependency.  The two wayfarers, obviously once refined men now down on their luck, occupy themselves with various time-passing activities—the French title of the play, the version Beckett wrote first, is En attendant Godot, which translates as “While waiting for Godot”—until they meet Pozzo (Rory Nolan) and Lucky (Garrett Lombard, looking like a Noh white lion character in hobo drag) passing through the barren landscape with one, lone, leafless tree.  Pozzo is the master, the slave-holder, the man of importance; Lucky is his mostly mute, cowed menial whom Pozzo leads by a long rope around his neck.  After Pozzo and Lucky depart, a boy (Jaden Pace at the performance I saw; he alternates with Nathan Reid) arrives to tell Gogo and Didi that Godot will not come today, but surely tomorrow. 

In act two, the same events occur, though Pozzo and Lucky are traveling in the opposite direction and Pozzo has had a change of fortune: he’s now blind.  After the travelers leave, the boy comes again with the same message.  Indeed, a play of little action, in the strictest sense as Aristotle or Stanislavsky would define it—but riveting and eternally revealing.  At two hours and 30 minutes in length, the performance seems to zoom by and I sat, as I have at other performances of Waiting for Godot since I first saw it as a college freshman in 1965, engrossed and mesmerized, listening afresh to Beckett’s words, hearing them again for the first time. 

It doesn’t make much sense for me to review Beckett’s play again (see what I said in the Gare St Lazare report); I haven’t changed my mind about it.  Each time I see Waiting for Godot, I become more certain that my first impression was absolutely correct and really great productions confirm that opinion in spades.  The Druid staging qualifies as great; even Diana extolled it enthusiastically, including a week later when she and I met to see the Thom Pain revival at the Signature Theatre Company (report forthcoming).  It was magnificent!  Possibly the best Godot I’ve seen so far.  (I’m leaving room for future productions, but I’d be surprised that any surpass the Druid’s.)  I also repeat what I said in 2015 about providing an interpretation of the play: There are so many, and they get so complex that it would be bootless to attempt one here—so I won’t.  (Interested readers can find some discussion of the play’s meaning(s) in the two 2009 articles I mentioned above.)

None of the cast are stars over here (though they all appeared in 2012’s Famine, which was also helmed by Hynes), so this wasn’t a bravura performance, but an excellent ensemble that revealed some things in the play I’d never noticed before (or maybe forgotten).  At 2½ hours (including intermission), it just zipped by without lags or slow-downs.  Oh, and it’s funny, too—often hilarious, with music hall gags and classic comic turns, all executed with alacrity by the Mutt and Jeff of Beckettworld, pratfalls from the portly Pozzo, and Lucky’s insane “thinking” on command (which received enthusiastic applause from the audience) that comes off like Professor Irwin Corey on acid (assuming, of course, that Corey wasn’t already on acid).  The White Light audience was especially receptive to the humor, both low and highbrow.

In that other Irish production of Godot in 2015, I don’t recall the Irish dialect featuring so prominently in the performance.  (I checked my report and I never mentioned an accent.)  Here, Rea’s Didi and Monaghan’s Gogo both use it, which makes Beckett’s lines absolutely musical.  (That alone made me notice some lines on which I haven’t focused before.  I was particularly struck with Gogo’s realization, “Everything oozes.  It’s never the same pus from one minute to the next” because it’s a grotesque restatement of a key term of Heraclitus of Ephesus, one of Beckett’s principal philosophical sources, who said: “Everything flows.”  One cannot place the same foot in the same stream a second time, the classic Greek philosopher explained, because neither the foot nor the stream is by then the same.)  It was truly beautiful just to listen to!  Interestingly, Nolan’s Pozzo is more English in his speech than Rea/Didi and Monaghan/Gogo, which adds a level of political commentary (which I suspect Beckett didn’t intend, but which isn’t intrusive and is even titillating):  Pozzo, the slave-master, the autocrat, the self-important bully, is English, literally throwing bones to the two Irish wayfarers—who, in this production, are clearly once-prosperous gentlemen who’ve fallen low (rather than just tramps or even tramp-clowns à la Emmett Kelly, as they were in the Gare St Lazare rendering). (For the record, young Pace is an American actor and was not made to affect an accent, either English or Irish.)

Overall, the acting and production were superb.  None of the roles (even the boy) is easy, and I can tell you from my own brief experience as an actor that plays like Beckett’s, Absurdist and anti-realistic scripts, are harder than even Shakespeare or the Greeks.  Maybe the artistic challenge puts everyone on his acting toes, but for whatever reason, the Druid company’s Waiting for Godot was a showcase.  As absurd (lower case) as the stage life is, these actors all made it look perfectly reasonable—within the world of Beckett and Godot.  If you’ll allow me to make a crass analogy, it’s a lot like watching the films of Star Wars or Lord of the Rings: we know those worlds don’t really exist, but for the span of the movie, we believe they do and all the people who live in them behave in accordance with the rules, forces, and environments of those snow globes.  That’s what Monaghan, Rea, Nolan, Lombard, and Pace all have to do—and accomplish seamlessly.  I suspect it’s easier to do in the Star Wars or Ring movies because, first, of all the technical assistance the filmmakers have on call and, second, they don’t have to do it live in front of an audience.  They also don’t have to keep it up for 2½ hours, eight performances a week.  

(I have no evidence for this, but I have a feeling that, while most actors and directors who do Shakespeare or Shaw or Molière or Mamet or Hansberry do it because the think the plays are good or important, they do Waiting for Godot because they love it.  Oh, sure, most directors and actors have favorite Shakespeares or Shaws—I love Much Ado About Nothing and The Man of Destiny, for instance—but an entire cast of Hamlet lovers?  Probably not.  But Godot?  I bet if you polled the casts and directors of every major production of that play, you’ll find that almost everyone involved signed on out of love for the play.  Just a feeling.)

Hynes’s staging is more physical than many I’ve seen—not just in the sight gags, which are generally played for laughs, but in the constant business in which Gogo and Didi engage.  (Remember, the point of the play is what the two men do while they’re waiting for Godot.  It’s not about the waiting; it’s about passing the time during the waiting.)  All four of the main actors, Monaghan, Rea, Nolan, and Lombard, are superb physical performers, especially Monaghan and Rea, and Gogo, Didi, and Pozzo always seem to be in motion in some way or another, even if they’re just vibrating or swaying.  Waiting for Godot isn’t a play about activity or motion, yet Hynes’s version seemed right nonetheless.  The difference is that these wanderers don’t wait inactively or motionlessly; for them, waiting is an action.

Designer Francis O’Connor’s conception of Beckett’s “A country road.  A tree.” is a flat, arid space (no road as such) with a leafless tree shaped like a gigantic divining rod pointing at the ground—as if signaling that whatever the travelers are looking for, this is where to search—and an egg-shaped rock, smooth, white, and oval, where Didi and (especially) Gogo sit when they’re not bouncing around the bleached terrain.  It’s not a claustrophobic or confining place, but there’s nothing here to recommend it as a good place to wait.  It’s still a prison, albeit without walls—after all, Didi and Gogo can’t escape it; they may leave, but they always come back.  The whole set, though, is enclosed by a color-changing lighted frame that sets a mysterious boundary around this little world.  From the way Didi and Gogo look out into the distance in either direction, striking a cartoon sailor’s searching posture—one foot thrust way back, torso leaning as far forward as physically possible, and one hand shading the eyes for better viewing—it’s clear that as bare as the waiting place is, the landscape all around the two is even emptier. 

Lit by James F. Ingalls with shades of white light, bright during the day, dim at night, but with no visible color, the gray cyclorama that stands in for the sky is as characterless as the land.  At night, a balloon-like moon floats in from the stage-left wing (reminding me somewhat of Rover, the menacing balloon guard that prevented prisoners from escaping The Village in the ’60s British TV series The Prisoner).

O’Connor’s dress for Didi and Gogo makes obvious that they aren’t the baggy-pants clowns of the Gare St Lazare production and not quite “gentlemen of the road,” but once-successful men of some affluence who’ve fallen on hard times.  The clothing also seems to enhance the physical contrast of the two wanderers.

Show-Score based its review survey on 21 notices, but the site included 10 reviews of performances in Ireland, Washington, and Chicago.  Based only on the ratings for the 11 New York City reviews, the average score was 85, with a top score of 97 (Show Showdown) followed by a 95 (Exeunt magazine) and a low score of 70 (TheaterScene.net), backed by a 75 (New York Times).  All the published reviews tallied by Show-Score (100%) were positive.  I’ll survey nine reviews for my round-up.

In the New York Times, the only newspaper to cover the White Light’s Godot, Ben Brantley began his review by asking, “Have you ever paused to consider the spiritual and physical affinities between the desolate universe of Samuel Beckett and the wacky world of vintage Warner Brothers cartoons?”  Well, I never have, and Brantley acknowledged that he hadn’t, either.  “Or at least not until I saw the Druid Theatre’s production of Beckett’s ‘Waiting for Godot.  Calling the production “highly stylized and very funny” in his 75-rated notice, the Timesman confessed, “I found myself transported to Saturday mornings with Looney Tunes from my childhood,” adding, “Little did I know then, as I chuckled over the frantic antics of Daffy and Bugs and company, that I was taking an extended course in existential futility.”  Among the parallels with the universe of cartoons, Brantley pointed out “the sense that no matter how hard and cruel the day has been, those who lived through it are ready to begin the same old punishing routine the next morning” and, perhaps most pointedly, “the suspicion, which freezes into certainty, that those who work so ardently to achieve their elusive goals will never, ever be rewarded: not Wile E. Coyote in pursuit of the fleet Road Runner, nor Sylvester the Cat, hungry eyes forever trained on the unreachable Tweety Bird.”  The same, he observed, is true of Vladimir and Estragon. 

In addition to their “vaudevillian and music-hall-clown nature,” Brantley found that “the improbably elastic pair of Aaron Monaghan (Gogo) and Marty Rea (Didi) float them into the stratosphere of the Looney Tunes menagerie.”  The Times reviewer pronounced the production “one of the most accessible, and enjoyable, ‘Godots’ on record.  It’s lively and sensibly silly enough to take a child to, at least for its first act.”  He affirmed, “Every one of the jokes, in all their fugue-like repetition, lands solidly.  And lines to which I’ve never paid much attention before stand out in illuminated relief.” 

“What you may find yourself missing,” Brantley lamented, “is the deeply touching familiarity of Gogo and Didi’s relationship, a portrait of marriage of sorts, in which interdependence is mixed with impatience and irritability.”  (I’m not so sure this co-dependency was lacking.  Another reviewer said of the Edinburgh International Festival that the relationship was like that of a father with a toddler.)  He found the production’s “comic exaggeration can feel a bit distancing.”  “Still,” wrote the reviewer, “I can’t imagine a better introduction than this lucid and entertaining cartoon of a show.”

Emily Nemens declared in the Paris Review, “The Galway-based company knows its Beckett, . . . nailing not only the dialogue but those strange stage directions, bowler hat blowing and all.”  Nemens continued, “By the end of the two acts, I felt like I’d known Gogo and Didi . . . for many more moons than the two that rise onstage—it’s a testament to the pair’s ability to perform the challenging script, which is at once existentially wrought and physically demanding.  Both are taken to their logical extremes with the actors’ emphatic delivery (there are squeaks, whispers, shouts) and physical feats (there’s a good moment of shoe-tugging that looks more like partners’ yoga).”  Sympathizing with Gogo and his sore feet because she’d injured her own, the Paris reviewer asserted that “the strange sense of urgency wrapped in never-ending limbo that compels Beckett’s play is bigger than my busted pinkie toe.  It echoes across the ‘muddy’ scenery and into all of our lives.”

In the review with the highest rating from Show-Score, a 97, Wendy Caster labeled the Druid production of Godot “superb” on Show Showdown and proclaimed it “damn close to perfect.”  Caster felt, “Garry Hynes’s meticulous direction exquisitely balances the pain and humor of Beckett’s heartbreakingly funny play.”  She even found parallels between “the rich bully Pozzo, full of bluster and in desperate need of constant flattery”  and our “45th president,” making the  play hit “particularly hard this time around.”  The Show Showdowner affirmed, “Everyone affiliated with the production provides top-notch work,” adding a “special tip of the hat to movement director Nick Winston, whose work deliciously blends clowning and grace.” 

In her review which scored a 95 on Show-Score, Exeunt magazine’s Ran Xia made a painterly reference to set the tone of her notice and the play: “The color scheme recalls Rembrandt, but the aesthetics are full Magritte: making something tragic-sad into whimsy.”  (I have to quote Xia’s next remark—because it could be me saying this; in fact, I did say it: “Waiting for Godot has always been one of my favorite plays.  It is a pretty much flawless script.  Over the years I’ve seen a fair share of topnotch productions and with each one I see, I hear something new and realize something fresh to unpack.”)  The Exeunt reviewer further declared, “Never have I experienced Waiting for Godot in such a brand new way than I did with director Garry Hynes’ interpretation,” adding that the Druid rendition “is by far the funniest version I’ve seen.”  She affirmed, “The result is deeply satisfying.  It galvanizes an unsettling, surreal, and entertaining version of Godot.” 

Xia, like me, was taken with the language of the Druid staging of Godot.  “The poetry of this production is built in in a macro way.  The rhythm of the language is stylized, but accessible; it treats every word with care, yet doesn’t take itself too seriously.”  I attributed this in large part of the Irish English spoken by actors Monaghan and Rea.  Xia makes a somewhat similar judgment, finding that “the performers’ Irish lilts . . . grounds the language in a kind of naturalism that cannot be achieved with an American or British accent.”  She even draws a  conclusion from the fact that Pozzo, Lucky, and the boy don’t use Irish accents: “this further accentuates the ‘otherness’ of Estragon and Vladimir.”  Xia’s concluding assessment of Druid’s Waiting for Godot is quite personal:

Godot has always made me cry, but Druid’s version made me laugh harder than I ever have before.  It later became the most unsettling too, in a satisfying way.  I’ve heard it said that the purpose of theatre is to comfort the afflicted and to afflict the comfortable.  I see Waiting for Godot as the epitome of that.

The website New York Stage Review posted two reviews of Godot.  In one, David Finkle asserted that Beckett’s play is “the great play of the 20th century” and affirmed that “nothing done in Garry Hynes’ production . . . makes me think otherwise.  If anything, it substantiates and enhances my opinion.”  Finkle’s colleague Michael Sommers found that the “Druid theater company . . . delivers a very fine staging of Waiting for Godot that lends the play a glowing sense of humanity.”  He reiterated, “The production . . . presents a truly radiant interpretation of Beckett’s challenging work.”  Sommers remarked extensively on “the natural quality of [the] easy rapport” of Monaghan’s Estragon and Rea’s Vladimir, feeling that their “personal warmth and vitality . . . brightens the existential desolation of Beckett’s classic.”  In addition, “Somehow they are able to be as funny as they are poignant, and that’s quite an achievement.”  Sommers also comments on the Irish accents of the performers, which he felt “underscore the musical quality of Beckett’s dialogue and point up its Irish rhythms.”  Overall, the cyber-reviewer concluded, Hynes “successfully infuses Beckett’s bleak study in existence with a warm, wonderful sense of humor and eternal life.”

On Broadway World, Adam Cohen asserted, “The production excels at finding the humor in the mundane; it pierces with a gracious, poignant truth of friendship” and the director “mines the piece for its quiet moments and visceral existential angst and vaudeville farce.  She firmly redefines our notion of tragic daily rituals while finding the necessary, vital humor.”  Cohen added, “There's immense heart to this production” and he found, “Hynes direction is assured, filled with comedic grace and the brittle tension of daily grind.” 

David Barbour of Lighting & Sound America deemed “that Garry Hynes' production has an antic physicality that gives this Godot an artfully cartooned quality all its own.”  He asserted, “Indeed, in this Godot, the news is so awful that there's nothing left to do but laugh.”  Barbour complained, however, “The one weakness of this approach is that—during the first half, especially—the actors seem to leap from one comic conceit to another with such skill that some of the play's darker, deeper notes are obscured.”  But he backed off some, conceding that “in the later passages, a genuine and profound sense of loss emerges.”  The LSA reviewer’s final analysis was: “For all its comic invention, Hynes' approach may not be to all tastes . . . .  But if, like me, you recognize Beckett's essential place in the dramatic canon while quarreling—for reasons of temperament, philosophy, or religious belief—with his vision, this may be the Godot for you.”

Show-Score’s lowest-rated review, with a score of 70, was Darryl Reilly’s notice on TheaterScene.net, in which he explained, “Yoga tree poses, pratfalls, and rapid-fire verbal delivery reminiscent of Abbott and Costello routines are characteristic of how director Garry Hynes answers the question of what to do with Samuel Beckett’s masterpiece, Waiting for Godot.”  Reilly reported, “Ms. Hynes has the cast at full speed emphasizing slapstick and employing stylized poses and gestures.  There’s exaggerated choreography-like movement such as extending legs and dipping down, grabbing at each other and jumping.”  He felt that this tactic was “accomplished if overdone” because the “plethora of gags and set up punchline recitation gets laughs at the expense of emotional resonance.”  The TS reviewer thought, however, “A few bits are quietly played due to the nature of those specific passages and are quite lovely,” but “[o]verall, there is a lack of visceral depth to this arguably superficial treatment.”  His final word was: “This Waiting for Godot is overall pleasing without making much of an impact.”

[I got to the theater for Godot at about 7:15 for the 7:30 curtain. (I had a problem on the subway.)  I arrived to be greeted by a longish line for security checks.  I encountered heavy security for To the End of the Land, the Israeli play I saw at the Lynch at last year’s Lincoln Center Festival (report posted 6 August 2017), but there’d been threats and protests for that.  I don’t know why there’d have to be such security measures for an Irish production of Waiting for Godot. ]