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Dir: Sean Mathias.
Cast: Patrick Stewart, Ian McKellen, Simon Callow, Ronald Pickup
Description: Sean Mathias directs an in-house production of Samuel Beckett's drama about two down-and-out men questioning the purpose of life. Starring Patrick Stewart and Ian McKellen.
Trains: Tube: Piccadilly Circus
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Top of their game: Patrick Stewart (right) and Ian McKellen (left)
Dream team: Simon Callow, Patrick Stewart, Ian McKellen and Ronald Pickup after last night’s first night of Waiting For Godot, in which the inspired casting has made the play a hotter ticket than any West End musical
The dream team of Ian McKellen and Patrick Stewart pulled a crowd including Sting, Paul McCartney and John Major to the opening of Samuel
Beckett’s bleak existentialist comedy. Small wonder. Bona fide classical actors as well as screen stars, both blessed with gravitas and comic timing, McKellen and Stewart have made a difficult play written in 1952 a hotter ticket than any musical.
The Pat ’n’ Mac double-act turns out to be a inspired pairing, if slightly unbalanced in terms of pathos. As for the play: Sean Mathias’s production harps a bit too much on its music-hall roots, and I’m increasingly convinced that Godot’s problem is not that it’s “difficult” but that it’s too obvious.
McKellen and Stewart’s Estragon and Vladimir are elderly down-and-outs, described by Beckett as clowns. The two actors movingly express the fond antagonism of a double-act where the patience, and the meagre bookings, ran out long ago. Where staying together is almost as agonising as being alone and the only joy lies in half-remembered vaudeville routines or the simple, touching act of holding hands.
Of the two, McKellen’s scrubby-bearded Estragon is the more convincingly derelict, his body language that of a man who sleeps rough, his mood swinging from childish rage to black humour to bewilderment. Vladimir is, by contrast, the explainer and encourager. Even so, there’s something too irrepressibly twinkly and chipper about Stewart, despite his torn clothes. We miss the anguish beneath the brightness. For this is famously a play where nothing happens, twice. The two tramps wait day after day — beaten down by random violence, starvation, decrepitude and despair — for a man who never comes. Beckett layers on image after image of what he sees as the pitiful condition of being human: our comical self-importance, our absurd hopes.
The wealthy Pozzo, who happens along with his slave Lucky, constantly fusses over daft social niceties and missing trinkets and is duly rendered blind in the second half. Some comedy.
Simon Callow plays Pozzo as if simultaneously channelling a cruel ringmaster and Mr Toad. It’s not an invalid reading, just a hammily brash one in keeping with Mathias’s concept. Stephen Brimson Lewis’s set evokes a decaying theatre, and the lead duo often refer jokily to us, their supposedly absent audience.
This heavy-handedness is underlined by intrusive but inconsistent sound effects. Ronald Pickup’s Lucky is another impressive but stagey creation, at death’s door one minute, dancing fluidly the next, winning a round of applause for his one, manic speech.
Waiting For Godot doesn’t gain in depth from repeated viewing. You understand the matter first time round: thereafter, it’s all about the manner of the staging. The coarseness of Matthias’s production is actually rather welcome after years of reverence.
And the central double act is as deftly performed as you are ever likely to see it. This is a chance to catch two veteran actors at the top of their game. McKellen and Stewart mesh delightfully together. Although they don’t, perhaps, entirely live up to the hype.
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Boring! I could hardly keep awake during this, total arty-farty over-rated rubbish.
- D.W., London
I saw the play last week, it was an incredible experience and had a big impact on me . The whole production was fantastic but the highlight for me was, without doubt, Sir Ian McKellen's performance.
His every gesture was just right and the humour was wonderful. From the start, when he crawled over that wall, he had me, hook, line and sinker. An incredible performance, quite the best acting I have ever seen or, I suspect, I shall ever see.
I thought the Pozzo character was too over the top, but that was clearly deliberate and so is not a criticism of Simon Callow.
Five Stars. Go to see it!
- Tony Marsh, Hornchurch, UK
Generally agree – except to say that I first saw the play it was some years ago, with Ade Edmondson and Rik Mayall, and I remember not a single, solitary thing about it. It left no impression. So seeing this production (in preview, last week) was a case of coming new and fresh to the play. And for me, it left me thrilled by the play itself, as well as by the production – indeed, I scarcely slept after seeing it, my mind unable to stop buzzing around the play's central questions.
- A Kendal, London, England
I would crawl over a mountain of caviar to see this production!
- Barbara Alloway, United States