I'd rather wait in traffic. Or on a sinking ship. Or for grass to grow.

I absolutely despise Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett, although I admit the title is so perfectly fitting to such a dull and disastrous travesty of a play. Having read this play multiple times now in the past year, I still cannot understand who would actually want to sit through this production in a live theater. The characters are absolutely ridiculous, the circular dialogue is mind-numbing, and just when you think it cannot be any worse and it must all be coming to a not-a-moment-too-soon close, the second act starts. Although the philosophical questions are obvious, the play still manages to lack any sort of meaning or even a coherent expression of opinion regarding anything. Pozzo and Lucky are cryptically unappealing, while Vladimir and Estragon are decisively exhausting. I do think I will just drop the next class that even mentions this title on the syllabus.