Oh, the absurdity, the suffering, the futility of life. What’s meaningful? What’s not? By spouting what appears to be nonsense, Soucy's characters reveal how religion and politics can result in violence and oppression. Is this play a tragedy? I found the answer embedded in the dialogue: “Tragedy is a collection of lies that tug at the invisible, inscrutable dynamic mechanisms of the dead gods who feast upon our sorrow like pigs on jars of persimmon jelly!” Persimmon jelly never tasted so good!

A Waiting for Godot for the 21st century. At times funny and disturbingly dark as Ranzo pontificates and is unwillingly deified in "an allegory of modern wealth distribution"? a "metaphor about consumerism a damning inditement of the sugar industry’s manipulation of global diet?" or - oh, there's much here for audiences to consider as they sit waiting for a post show drink (which they'll need) and time to sit and consider the consequences of doing "nothing" or seeming to be doing nothing. Bravo!

I’d understood Theater of the Absurd to be a genre of the increasingly distant past, but Chris Soucy finds new life and substantial laughter in this knockabout absurdist comedy.