Waiting for Plot

After the first day of watching Godot, I decided to do a little more digging in an attempt to find meaning. What I found was not deeper understanding, but rather disappointment at the various missed opportunities for genuine commentary. In an interview, Samuel Beckett himself states that Godot is not meant to be a play on words to represent God, despite the various pronunciations Pozzo stabs at all sounding as such. Theatre of the Absurd plays on religious commentary to highlight absurdism of life, yet Waiting for Godot somehow lacks. Godot reminds me of a bad joke where no one laughs, and the joke teller digs themselves a deeper and deeper hole by explaining it's not meant to be funny. Supporters of the play explain how it's not meant to be enjoyed, but when so many of the opportunities to make a point are missed, I find it hard to even appreciate the attempts. Everything is interconnected, such as discussions of hanging leading to Pozzo appearing with Lucky on a noose. Similarly to how open ended poetry can be easier to write an essay about, it can be easy to derive your own conclusions from the play, but when the author himself shoots these claims down it once again loses its value. More meaning comes from the direction of the movie itself, with a bleak landscape and poor camera resolution to match. These aspects added by film begin to check some of the boxes missed by Beckett, but unfortunately, while Vladimir and Estragon wait for Godot, I'll continue waiting for plot, a task just as hopeless.