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Summary: I got woken up for this?
Review: What is the meaning of the play? There is no meaning to the play other than that there is no meaning to the play. What is the meaning to life? There is no meaning to life other than that there is no meaning to life, which is the meaning of life, which has no meaning, which is the meaning of life, which has no meaning.... Ok, I'll stop.
In order for the play to have meaning, you have to be IN the play. Are you in the play? No. If you were IN the play, what would be the meaning of the play? The meaning of the play would be the play, the playing of the play, for which there is no meaning. So, the meaning of life, for someone IN life, is life, for which there is no meaning. Are you the actor who FEELS, or are you the audience member who THINKS? If you are the actor who feels, then you are Waiting For Godot, and alternately you feel anxious, depressed, bored, etc. Now knowing this, you the audience member no longer think but feel; you feel for the actors, who are Waiting for Godot, who ain't gonna show up. I suppose there is a kind of mad pathos in all this waiting, thinking, and feeling. Nevertheless, Samuel Beckett was an insufferable ass! The jokes on you for coming to the play. The play is tautologically nonsensical.
And it ain't Shakespeare, Sophocles, or Euripides.
And now I'm going back to sleep. And I demand a refund! But how can I demand a refund from Godot, when he or HE doesn't exist? And Samuel Beckett sneaks out the back of the theater, cash in hand.... HAR, HAR, HAR!
But yes, I must admit, there is a kind of pathos to this whole play-going/life-going experience. Not enough pathos, however, for me to esteem the play very highly.
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