voices, actors, visuals

Waiting for Godot is a play that deals with such quaint refrain. Without seeming to be aware of the manipulations behind the scenes, the characters reprise their actions over and over, in what literally like an eternity. Two old, homeless men Waiting for Godot from day in and out. It’s a boring piece of work in these times of reality television, with the screaming arguments and all the swearing. But a stage play could never feel contrived, imprisoned maybe in a stagnant, routinary basis. Nevertheless, for the actors who seek a not so hollowed cave. It’s more fulfilling, more substantial a medium for both the performers and the audience.

As part of the gallery, and this refer to all the plays I have seen in general, I pinch myself once in a while to keep awake. I could drift off but still inhale the voices , the accents, the words, the dialogues, the monologues. Three hours or more of silence in my part. It’s all worth the drill.