Samuel Beckett’s dystopian nightmare in which Vladimir and Estragon occupy a desolate landscape with merely a tree and a rock to occupy their thoughts, has become a byword for existential limbo. The environment causes the fractious codependent pair to scramble incessantly in their bid to fill the void with commentaries on the mundane — boots, hats, carrots and a failing prostate. They bicker and disagree in their loneliness, as they await the arrival of the mysterious Godot who may somehow confer meaning on their situation and existence.
Ben Whishaw, Lucian Msamati, Tom Edden, and Jonathan Slinger in Waiting for Godot at Theatre Royal Haymarket. Photo Marc Brenner
