End Game

I like plays, watching them, reading them, heck maybe even performing in one someday. But watching a performance of Samuel Beckett's End Game was a novel experience. It was performed at a small venue, and a friend of mine was involved. I've read the play before, and have to say watching it was bizarre. I use that word in a positive way. Anyone who has read any of Beckett's plays such as Waiting for Godot, will know what I mean. His work is seriously weird, but wonderful all the same. I mean imagine being amongst a group of people who are waiting upon four characters to die. The play is brilliant and its rendition was original . Totally obscure, completely abstract, in keeping with the theme of the play. I loved it. Being in a discussion about the various ambiguities and possibilities Beckett presents the audience with is enlightening, but writing about the play is even greater. I mean it can drive a person crazy, up to the point where they've forgotten what their initial insight was in the first place. Exhausting? Yes. Stimulating? Completely.

Here's a scene