The play seems remarkably modern, facing up squarely and sparely to 20th-century confusion at a seemingly purposeless existence. In the void where time passes (a midnight blue box containing a minimal tree, designed by John Gunter), Estragon and Vladimir exhibit their interdependence, their frustration, their puzzlement and their ironic detachment. Their patter amounts to a comic double act. They are visited by Pozzo and Lucky, also interdependent, although Pozzo is Lucky's master.
Alan Howard and Ben Kingsley play Vladimir and Estragon, the one tall, lugubrious and given to philosophising; the other smaller, darting, concerned with his pinching boots. A note in the programme draws attention to the play's Irishness (although Samuel Beckett wrote it in French), and Alan Howard and Ben Kingsley essay wayward Irish accents. The warmth of their relationship, however, is that of long-term companions long used to each other's foibles.
Denis Quilley's Pozzo is a bluff country gent, not so much deliberately cruel to Lucky as too vain to notice another person's pain. There is less menace about him than one might expect, but Greg Hicks's Lucky - shaking, slobbering, barely able to stand - provides a graphic demonstration of the effects of man's inhumanity to his fellow man.
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