Many plays have covered the topic of existentialism, none as eloquently as Samuel Beckett's Waiting for Godot.
The two leads of Waiting for Godot are, well, waiting for Godot. We don't know who or what Godot is but once we hear the description of him/it, we get a sense of interest the leads have for Godot.
From the ending, you could tell who or what Godot is. I'm not adding anything else, but I will say that Beckett was pretty good at conjuring that up.
Waiting for Godot, like what I said for The Stranger, is one of those plays that makes you think when you're done reading it. But like The Stranger, I thought Waiting for Godot rambles on too much. It's good, not great.
My Rating: ****
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