By TOBY LICHTIG
One of the great pleasures of last week's Beckett festival was seeing Waiting for Godot twice in the same day. The prospect may strike some as gruelling but this couldn't be further from the truth.
A play so steeped in repetition and minor variation – not to mention boredom – naturally lends itself well to back-to-back performances, and these two productions contained enough by way of difference to make comparisons fascinating.
En Attendant Godot (with somewhat crowded English surtitles) is staged by the Théâtre Nono and directed by Marion Coutris. It courses with a subtle energy and a whiff of cabaret, from Estragon, with his face painted white, and the red-nosed buffon Vladimir, to Pozzo in his suspenders and boxer shorts. There is something wonderfully French about Vladimir's theatrically elongated way of calling out to his comrade: "Goggooooo".