Damien Hirst's film adaptation of Beckett's short play, "Breath," says more about Hirst than it does about Beckett's work.
Beckett wanted a curtain to open on random trash, as if we'd found a neglected gutter in an alley. Hirst covers the floor with shiny plastic trash, trash with a decidedly medical bent, old hospital supplies, &c. Further, the floor floats into the screen and then floats away, giving the piece much more magic & f/x nonsense than Beckett's simple, dirty, scene.
It's a shame that this piece wasn't given to a stage & film director who wanted to show it in the text's spirit.
Beckett wanted a curtain to open on random trash, as if we'd found a neglected gutter in an alley. Hirst covers the floor with shiny plastic trash, trash with a decidedly medical bent, old hospital supplies, &c. Further, the floor floats into the screen and then floats away, giving the piece much more magic & f/x nonsense than Beckett's simple, dirty, scene.
It's a shame that this piece wasn't given to a stage & film director who wanted to show it in the text's spirit.