WAITING FOR GODOT's Lane & Irwin Talk 'Existentially' to NY Post
Waiting for Godot stars Nathan Lane and Bill Irwin are featured in The New York Post discussing the art of performing the Samuel Beckett classic. Both actors are in rare and witty form, below find a peek at the conversation:
LANE: I'm wearing more makeup than I've worn in 34 years of acting. Suddenly, I'm Lon Chaney! We've always talked about how Didi and Gogo smell . . . they have to be dirty. The makeup people would come back and say, "The dirt isn't reading, you have to get dirtier." I said, "We're not doing 'Porgy and Bess!' "
IRWIN: (musingly) You do your feet and hands?
LANE: Well, they're exposed when my pants drop. So if you've doNe Your hands and face, you have to do your legs and feet. So it's tedious, but it seems to be very effective for people. They all talk about The Look. We look like homeless people.
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Roundabout Theatre Company (Todd Haimes, Artistic Director) presents (in order of speaking) Nathan Lane (Estragon), Bill Irwin (Vladimir), John Goodman (Pozzo) and John Glover (Lucky) in a new Broadway production of Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett and directed by Tony® award winner Anthony Page.
Waiting for Godot officially opened on Thursday, April 30th, 2009 at Studio 54 on Broadway (254 West 54th Street). Roundabout Theatre Company (Todd Haimes, Artistic Director) has announced a one-week extension of Waiting for Godot through Sunday, July 12th, 2009.
The cast also includes Cameron Clifford (A Boy) and Matthew Schechter (A Boy). The design team includes Santo Loquasto (Sets), Jane Greenwood (Costumes), Peter Kaczorowski (Lights) and Dan Moses Schreier (Sound).
Waiting for Godot remains Samuel Beckett's most magical and beautiful allegory. The story revolves around two seemingly homeless men waiting for someone - or something - named Godot. Vladimir (Bill Irwin) and Estragon (Nathan Lane) wait near a tree on a barren stretch of road, inhabiting a drama spun from their own consciousness. The result is a comical wordplay of poetry, dreamscapes and nonsense, which has been interpreted as a somber summation of mankind's inexhaustible search for meaning.