| Waiting for
Godot
By Samuel Beckett |
Moving, funny, grotesquely beautiful and utterly absorbing - a brilliant, bitter comedy - a portrait of the dogged resilience of man's spirit in the face of little hope. Two dilapidated bums fill their days as painlessly as they can, waiting for Godot, a personage who will explain their interminable insignificance, or put an end to it. They are resourceful, yet dependent on each other, as children are. A classic of the modern - often quoted, rarely seen. |
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Peter Schmuckal (left) as Estragon and |
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Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett Directed by John Ribovich May 2 to 26, 2002 Cast Ron Evans* - Vladimir Peter Schmuckal - Estragon Mark Rafael Truitt* - Pozzo Bill Olson - Lucky Melbourne Favour - Boy *Appearing courtesy of Actors' Equity Association Production Staff Stage Manager - Garrett Johnson Lighting Design - Nam Nguyen Set Design - Peter-Tolin Baker Costumes - Rebecca Eagleson Technical Director - Russ Milligan Graphic Design - Michael Bentley Set Construction - Ffaelan House Manager - Erika Harvey Photography - Linda Svendsen Casting Director - Greg Hubbard Sound Operator - Nicholas Johnson Director's notes Waiting for Godot, which seems so random and absurd at times, is as tightly written as anything in Shakespeare and far more resistant to reinterpretation. Every pause, every silence, every movement was choreographed by the playwright, who was determined to exercise control over every aspect of production. (To this day you cannot get permission to perform Godot without assuring, in writing, that all of the roles will be played by males.) And yet as theatre artists, whose work is fundamentally interpretive, we feel the need to see the play anew, and make it our own. For us, then, "A country road, a tree," becomes a deserted alley with a newly planted sapling. Our famous clowns keep their bowlers, but dress like homeless vaudevillians. Beckett, no doubt, would turn in his grave at the changes. But that's the point: Beckett is in his grave and we are not. Nothing to be done. John Ribovich
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