Endgame

What is man? What is life? These are the questions asked here, on the finish line of life. We watch the trickle of sand in the hourglass. The tragedy lies in time running out, mainly because no one knows when will it end. Does the blind man want it to end – the game, the story, life? In an equal manner, he wants it to never end. What we as spectators come to realize, together with the participants, is that when they talk or act in our presence, we are drawn into that moment, even if we lack details of the particular reality. Nothing can be summed up, and no whole can be constructed. There is no center or one single truth for any phenomenon, except in the spectators’ choosing. The definition of time and space in any given moment is only a recommendation and not a fixed reality.

The space – something between a hideout, a shelter, a theatre. Relationships are built around reminiscences, hate, dependency, love… The game Ham is playing with himself when he’s alone (“Me to play”) is with his thoughts, memories and self-invented persons. All this is done in order to diminish his loneliness and drive away the realization that Clov is probably about to leave him…

By: Samuel Beckett.

Translated by Yael Renan.

Directed by Rina Yerushalmi.

Set design: Roy Vatury.

Lighting: Amir Castro.

Costumes: Raz Leshem.

Soundtrack editing: Elad Yishai.

Cast (in alphabetical order): Noam Ben Azar, Yechiam Berko, Yoni Green, Roni Netanel.