Hamm is blind and unable to stand; Clov, his servant, is unable to sit; Nagg and Nell are his father and mother, who are legless and live in dustbins. Together they live in a room with two windows, but there may be nothing at all outside.
The camera swoops down on a circular area, seemingly suspended in space. It is filled with medical waste and other trash. A labored exhalation is heard. Then it stops. Then it starts again, culminating in a windy, dying sigh.
A head in a sea of black. We listen to an interior monologue about the past.
Forget the visuals, they are redundant in the extreme, its just a head, a face reacting to the monologue. The voice is all. Its a joy. Atypical Samuel Beckett speech pattern, this is more a natural flow of words. Its a wonderful tone poem of sorts. Its the sort of thing that Van Morrison periodically puts on one of his albums that strongly evokes a time and place past. As I said forget the visuals and just listen to the music of the words.
7 out of 10
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