The set is suitably spare: a misty grey sky squats on a foreshortened horizon - scree mounds of small, equally grey splinters of rock. A path runs between the two nearest hillocks, with the inevitable blackened tree skeleton to the side. Bare and barren it might be, but the camera movement and facial close-ups provide freshness - a fluidity and emotional connection - which take us beyond the claustrophobia that defines Beckett's bleak vision of the human condition. With Barry McGovern as Vladimir and Johnny Murphy as Estragon, this production will have you pondering the big questions all over again.
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