|Marc Miller takes a look at Endgame at Irish Rep:
Exactly what Samuel Beckett was up to with Endgame has been the source of much speculation. A meditation on the futility of life? A fever dream about the inevitable journey toward death? A post-apocalyptic cri de coeur? Such is his ambiguity that it could be all or none of the above, and the faithful, starry rendering now at Irish Repertory Theatre passes along capably enough, even as it confounds, baffles and perplexes, to indulge in a Beckett-esque string of synonyms.