If I told you I found Waiting for Godot amusing and interesting, would you think less of me?
I saw it on PBS a few years back, and I actually liked it. I found it interesting and full of fascinating imagery. Plus its full of my favorite form of humor, the non sequitur. But I grew up in Boro Park and learned long ago not to show any signs of intellectualism. Also I'm pretty sure that admitting to like Beckett is a sign of snobbishness.
Anyhoo, here is Waiting for Woody Alan. The beards are badly pasted on, and the accents silly, but the dialogue is dead on- you could hear it on Thirteenth Avenue in any conversation.
That's probably why I liked Waiting for Godot so much- besides for the Oirish brogues, boyo, the dialogue was straight out of Shomrei Shabbos after 11:00.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
A deep moral and philosophical question of great import.
Posted by The Chainik Hocker at 8:58 AM
Labels: LOL Interwebs, personal, Pretensions to Literchoor
Subscribe to:
Comment Feed (RSS)
|