Waiting for Godot – Octagon Theatre
“Nothing happens. Nobody comes, nobody goes. It’s awful.”
These eight words, spoken by Estragon, neatly distil the themes of existential stasis and quiet despair at the heart of Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot. And yet, despite the clarity of that diagnosis, and the evident skill of this production’s leading performances, I left the theatre once again unconvinced, admiring more than engaging, and respecting more than enjoying.
Godot has, of course, divided opinion since its 1953 premiere. Early audiences were baffled, even hostile, and critics were scarcely kinder: Kenneth Tynan’s oft-quoted complaint that it possessed “no beginning, no middle and no end” was delivered with both frustration and reluctant admiration. In the decades since, its influence has been profound, shaping th...









