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3.69 AVERAGE
3.69 AVERAGE
dark
emotional
funny
reflective
tense
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
I have no idea what this is about, it's amazing, but i thought it was french quaquaqua
Ca ne m'a jamais intéressé de savoir qui était ce Godot qui viendrait donner un sens à leur attente, à leur existence. Moi aussi, j'attends je ne sais quoi, je ne sais qui de la vie, mais si je choisis de le faire en me plongeant dans les livres, ce n'est pas pour me rendre cette attente encore plus insupportable et ennuyeuse. La seule chose que j'attendais, finalement, c'était qu'ils se taisent. Dieu que j'aime le silence.
dark
funny
slow-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
N/A
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
N/A
Väldigt rolig, ganska snårig. Som vanligt med pjäser är den säkert roligare att se på scenen. Men ändå en ganska bra läspjäs.
funny
lighthearted
mysterious
reflective
fast-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Character
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
Yes
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
dark
mysterious
reflective
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
A mix
Strong character development:
No
Loveable characters:
Complicated
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
the themes of absurdism and existentialism, alongside with the symbolisation of Godot and the tree were spectacularly done; yet my favourite aspect was HOW FUCKING GAY IT WAS.
When I ventured out to read this play, I (mistakenly) set out with high expectations. Emboldened by my newfound curiosity (and my English teacher persuading me it was a good play), I journeyed out into the world of Godot, where nothing actually makes sense, and the characters repeat the same question of “Why can’t we leave?”, with the absolutely thrilling answer of “We’re waiting for Godot”. This play is so bad that it is completely burned into my senses, and I have a visceral feeling of downright despair every time I hear the infinitive “to wait” in any context. But maybe that was the point. Beckett decided to write a play, of which the main selling point is that “nothing happens twice”. I can guarantee that the only thing worse than reading this torturous play, is actually going to the theatre, and paying money to see it.