Review: Endgame is Worth Playing

Photo: Carol Rosegg                                                                                           

By Brian Scott Lipton

Even if New York has had one of its mildest winters, many theatergoers might still want to opt for a sunnier experience than Samuel Beckett’s 1957 masterwork “Endgame,” a 90-minute meditation on the futility of existence, set inside a bleak, nearly windowless room. As the play’s main characters, Hamm and his servant Clov, blather on while waiting for the “endgame” – essentially, death – no one would blame you for trying to exit early and head to the nearby Harry Potter store for a Butterbeer. (Don’t do it!) Continue Reading...