The set for this play consists of no more than a single telephone pole towards the front of the stage and a bench and bus stop sign toward the back. The setting is at dusk.
The characters Vladimir and Estragon are still passing their time with meaningless little exchanges as they wait for Godot.
Of course the pair of Lucky, with the rope round his neck, and Pozzo holding its other end make their appearance and converse in exchanges that have little meaning other than to reinforce the master-servant relationship—although their presentation is considerably more comic than in the Original
Woman 1 appears on stage with her hands engaged in her knitting, and it appears that she is the mother of Estragon parted with some 30 years earlier. She has come in search of her son guided only by a letter she received from him.
Next Woman 4 makes her appearance pushing a baby buggy in search of her baby’s father, Vladimir.
Amidst this confusion, Godot appears on stage carrying a trunk and an umbrella.
He says, “I am Godot. ” But everyone is too absorbed in their own affairs to pay him any heed.
Both Estragon and Vladimir are too busy being terribly perplexed, the former by the fact that this woman who has suddenly appeared may be his mother, and the latter by the fact that this child may be his son.
In the course numerous entrances and exits for various unclear reasons and repeated failures to meet in the right place at the right time, Woman 1 and Woman 4 and Estragon and Vladimir are never able to verify their mutual relationships.
And, in the three times that Godot encounters Estragon and Vladimir during the course of the play, pronouncing each time that “I am Godot, ” they are unable to internalize and “experience” the fact that Godot has indeed finally come, even though they are aware of the arrival on the surface. They only repeat hastily, “Yes, we know that you are Godot, and that you have come. ”
It is as if to say that fifty years after the original
Waiting for Godot
exposed the inherent emptiness of the act of “waiting, ” we are in a time when the conditions of our lives shut even “waiting” away in the realm of the meaningless.