They are still sitting there. Next to their tree. Vladimir and Estragon. Waiting for somebody called Godot. They do not know how long they have been waiting. Or if they actually are sitting in the right place. No more than they know who Godot is and what he is supposed to be coming to tell them. What they do remember is a few snatches of a world that no longer exists. And the only thing they have is time. Lots of time. To discuss. To argue. To reflect. And most of all to be bored. The cheeky appearance of Pozo and his servant Lucky interrupts their daily ritual. Momentarily. Nothing fundamentally changes. They keep waiting. Then a boy arrives and says that Mr. Godot will not be coming today…
 
Samuel Beckett’s Waiting for Godot (1953) was immediately a classic when it came out. Not only because it expressed the confusion and uncertainty of the postwar years with such sharpness, but also and especially because in one fell swoop it changed theatre forever. Despite its reputation, however, the play has seldom been performed. Almost 70 years after its publication, Olympique Dramatique is tackling this play that is at once farce, vaudeville, tragedy and pure slapstick.