August 4th Performance and Post Script of Godot

[galedreamer]

I attended Godot on August 4th, a Monday evening that included a post-script discussion with the actors.  I sat in the front row of the center section, but it’s such an intimate theatre, there is no bad seat.  While there was a handful of Randy fans present, it was a subscriber-rich audience.  That translates into many attendees being elderly and

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[justinlovesart]

God knows nothing is open there afterwards, except McDonald's.

How I wish I'd read this before I'd gone! Never in my life was I so grateful for a McDonald's drive-thru.

I enjoyed reading this review, it mirrors many of my thoughts, including the doubts, only you expressed them better than I could have. I felt especially disconnected from DeRosa's "flat" (as directed, I'm sure) performance, although it worked better the second time around, probably because I knew what to expect. It certainly required some adjustment on my part.

Not Randy, though. He went beyond all my expectations, which were quite high to start with. He also nailed the bursting into tears, on the two nights I attended.

on further inspection each of their days offer a morsel of change and in that change a glimmer of hope for tomorrow. Godot may never come, but they can somehow manage to live on without him.

Yes. There's one particular exhange at the end that summarizes this perfecly:

Estragon: Didi.
Vladimir: Yes.
Estragon: I can't go on like this.
Vladimir: That's what you think.

Didi says the last line in a way that is both sad and caring, and that - as you said about Lucky's new but identical hat - is also hopeful.

[galedreamer]

I had mixed feelings sharing my thoughts that weren't uniformly gushing with praise, even though the play as a whole and Randy's performance in particular were utterly amazing. I'm so glad you were able to travel from so far to see it. Randy is Lucky, indeed.

I'm also delighted to hear that Randy nailed the cry when you were there. x2.

I still get goosebumps thinking back upon the second act when Lucky appears with his replacement hat. Like magic. It's that unexplainable sensation that sometimes instills hope when all is otherwise pretty fucking hopeless.