John Lahr has a nice piece in The New Yorker on the current Broadway performance of Waiting for Godot:
As Pozzo, the sadistic master who controls Lucky with a whip and a long rope, John Goodman is a huge, startling figure. He plays the tyrant with the ferocity and impetuousness of a big baby who wants an audience. “Is everybody looking at me?” Pozzo says, jerking the rope to raise Lucky’s head. “Will you look at me, pig!” In the first act, Goodman is all British tweeds and bombast; in the second act, he reappears, still connected to Lucky by a short rope but now blind and beached like a whale. He flaps helplessly on the ground. Vladimir and Estragon toy with him; in a struggle worthy of Sisyphus they try to get the behemoth Pozzo to his feet, which gives the production a superb opportunity for fun. Badgered with questions by the tramps, Pozzo, in his disarray, finds genuine eloquence: “When! When! One day, is that not enough for you, one day like any other day, one day he went dumb, one day I went blind, one day we’ll go deaf, one day we were born, one day we shall die, the same day, the same second, is that enough for you.” The speech has a Shakespearean ring, and it is worthy of Shakespeare.