The birthday gift I pined, and whined, for the most this year was a ticket to see “Waiting for Godot.”
A few months ago, I had no clue who or what Godot was—other than a quip in “Buffy the Vampire Slayer”, I had managed to be tragically unaware of the masterpiece—yet when I heard that Sir Patrick Stewart and Sir Ian McKellen would be starring in the play, my interest was sufficiently piqued. (Stewart and McKellen play Professor X and Magneto in the X-Men films and I simply adore them. I’ve seriously never seen anything cuter than these two gents.) Seeing the loveable titans of theater would be marvelous—cheesy comic book pun 800% intended—so I started researching the production. Quickly, my interest in Didi and Gogo began to overshadow my love of Stewart and McKellen, and I was feverishly flipping through the play in preparation for my trip to Broadway.
As an existentialism-buff I was enthralled reading Samuel Beckett’s work, but seeing the repartee between Vladimir and Estragon on stage was even greater than I had imagined. The actors were perfectly absurd, revealing the pettiness of our existence in a comical yet critical way. The characters are so free of any free-will that they seem ridiculously over-the-top, but they portray an eerily accurate picture of human nature. I love the play because it gives viewers a critical lens through which we can view our lives; it turns a mirror on each of us, providing at least a moment of haunting self-awareness. “Godot” shows the grim insignificance of life, but to me it also offers a glimmer of hope. We can go about our lives like Beckett’s fools, caught in a purgatory of passivity, or we can take action and embrace the absolute freedom that existentialism preaches to give our lives meaning.
Moral of tonight’s “Supernatural”: Be not inhospitable to strangers, lest they be angels in disguise … however do not have sex with those that are kind to these strange angels, because they too are probably also angels and will most likely stab you in the chest.
You know that scene in Iron Man 3 where Harley won’t stop asking about New York and Tony has a major anxiety attack?
Well Harley is my parents, New York is college and I am Iron Man.