Waiting for Godot is a cornerstone of theater, yet there is a contractual obligation that prevents half of the possible performers from bringing their gifts to the theatrical experience until it falls into the public domain. This play explores those possibilities while reveling in the absurdities the very text itself brings up.
What I didn't like
There is an awkwardness to the “intermission” ending that left the audience unsure if it was really over. Not that that’s necessarily a bad thing…