Old Vic Theatre, London (***)
There is Beckett, and then there is Beckett. There is the Beckett of Waiting for Godot and there is the Beckett of Not I and Footfalls; the one accessible, the others increasingly abstract. I remember sitting through Endgame at the Aldwych many years ago and wondering, `will this ever end?’ – heresy now for a man revered, honoured and much loved. Continue reading