Warten auf Godot [Waiting for Godot]

Warten auf Godot [German], which is – as you might have guessed – the German title of Waiting for Godot is the current production of the play by Samuel Beckett at the Burgtheater in Vienna. [My review of the book here.] It stars Michael Maertens, Ernst Stötzner, Ignaz Kirchner and Marcus Kiepe. [All actor links in German.]

Plot:
Vladimir (Michael Maertens) and Estragon (Ernst Stötzner) are sitting in the middle for nowhere, waiting for Godot who will have a proposal for them that can drastically change their lives. It’s unclear how long they’ve been waiting but it seems to be a pretty long time. They pass the time with partly comical, partly tragic, partly non-sensical banter, joined for a short period by the pompous Pozzo (Ignaz Kirchner) and his slave Lucky (Marcus Kiepe).

The stage design of this production is fantastic and works really well. The actors are really good, too, even though I pictured Vladimir completely differently from what Maertens does. Though it has a few lengths (even though it cut one of my favourite parts of the play), it’s a thoroughly enjoyable piece of work.

[That’s what I mean when I say fantastic stage design.]

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Waiting for Godot (Samuel Beckett)

Waiting for Godot is a play by Samuel Beckett. He originally wrote it in French, then translated it to English himself.

Plot:
Vladimir and Estragon are sitting in the middle for nowhere, waiting for Godot who will have a proposal for them that can drastically change their lives. It’s unclear how long they’ve been waiting but it seems to be a pretty long time. They pass the time with partly comical, partly tragic, partly non-sensical banter, joined for a short period by the pompous Pozzo and his slave Lucky.

Waiting for Godot is interesting. And even though (or maybe because) it is mostly incomprehensible very open to interpretation, it carries a certain punch, an emotional impact. Sometimes it’s really funny, but mostly the laughter just dies in your throat.

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Teaser Tuesday

VLADIMIR: A dog came in-
Having begun too high he stops, clears his throat, resumes.
A dog came in the kitchen
And stole a crust of bread.
Then cook up with a ladle
And beat him till he was dead.
Then all the dogs came running
And dug the dog a tomb-

Samuel Beckett – Waiting for Godot

[Yes, I’m being intellectual. I do that sometimes. In other news, * got me the book and tickets for Waiting for Godot for tomorrow for my birthday. So actually, it’s her being intellectual that’s rubbing off on me.]