The fear before the festival was that The Complete Lost Works of Samuel Beckett As Found in an Envelope (Partially Burned) in a Dustbin in Paris Labelled "Never To Be Performed. Never. Ever. EVER. Or I'll Sue! I'LL SUE FROM THE GRAVE" would never live up to its brilliant title, a title that is longer than some of Beckett's plays. The good news is that it does - but only if you really know your Beckett.
Like all theatrical in-jokes, this American spoof could wear rather thin, but sheer wit and bravado carry the 70 minutes. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to find out everything you needed to know about the great genius, including his hitherto undocumented interest in Michael Flatley and Irish dancing, an obsession that was utilised in his Foot Falls Flatly. Then there is the great man's juvenilia, including the puppet-theatre masterpiece by the six-year-old Sam, already clearly a master of the avant-garde, called Happy Happy Bunny Visits Sad Sad Owl. I have seldom been so moved in the theatre, but that was largely because I fell off my chair laughing.
This little show is as clever as it is silly and as silly as it is clever. It puts on the spot the literary trustees who act like cultural policemen, and our obsession with dead celebrity writers. Old Sam must be laughing in his grave.
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