Spoons

The entire time I was watching this I kept thinking back to a video I saw some time ago: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LrStENrKZa8
Don’t watch if you’re allergic to stupid.
The immediate link I made from Krapp’s Last Tape to the course was the simplicity theme and how so little can say so much like we saw in McCarthy’s The Road. The old man sitting at his desk with a set of boxes talking to himself brings me to one of my biggest fears: growing old and bored. I can stand being old, but I could not stand having to live the last years of my life bored an lonely like this man, counting spoons somewhere and eating tiny bananas.
He’s so senile it’s rather endearing, he repeats himself plenty and wonders perhaps a bit too much.
I listened carefully to what the man was reading off the book but I couldn’t make sense of the list of phrases no matter how much I tried, I know… sad. It is obviously a simplistic play and I have just discovered this is the kind of play I hate the most since there is so little to grab on to make sense and analyze the author’s work and it seems so sad that the author has wasted a lot of time writing something I’ll simply drool at idiotically.
“Did I ever sing?...No” definitely my favorite part.
I though it was creative and witty how the tape mutters the man’s thoughts, his memories, like he is listening to his autobiography written by someone else. The voice from the tape was grasping since it was very detailed and you could even heard the tongue moving inside the voice’s mouth (yet it was not even close to Alan Rickman’s).