Waiting for Godot finally premiered last night at the Wharf (the season will run until December 21 – tickets @STC), there’s very positive buzz on twitter after the previews, and the first reviews and pictures are in.
Stage Whispers: “As for the bromance between Weaving and Roxburgh it is absolutely infectious. These two men are so in love with each other (in a platonic way) and they are having so much fun that it’s impossible to resist being swept away with them on a rollicking ride of impeccably timed comedy.”
Sydney Morning Herald: “There’s a distinct staginess in Weaving’s crisply enunciated Vladimir, also. He certainly sounds like a man who has trodden the boards at some point in his life. So how did it come to this? Weaving’s deployment of a too-lascivious tongue, which makes him appear deviant, invites speculation. By contrast, Roxburgh cuts a simpler, more down-to-earth figure, rendered clownish with the upturned brim of his hat. Together, they seem like two men left holding hands in the wake of a long-ago disaster, awaiting rescue that will never come.