We just got out of the Beck Center's production of Waiting for Godot. It's supposed to be deeply philosophical and represent something. I see it as two fools with foul smelling breath or feet are waiting for a dude named Godot. They run into others with poor episodic memory or possibly encounteres with those people from other dimensions. They contemplate suicide and are not good at it.
I now want to watch Wonder Woman that has an actual Godot in it.
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