Michael Musto goes to Waiting for Godot on Broadway:
The bedraggled stars—Nathan Lane and Bill Irwin—hit their stride in Act Two, with a heartbreaking display of brilliant chemistry and timing. But the night I went, a couple in the second row weirdly started making out in full view... So all that nihilism and despair made them hot? They'd probably be fornicating over at [Ionesco's] Exit the King.Reminds of Denver Post's John Moore rule #4 in the regrettably increasing list of audience etiquette breaches in the 21st century:
Shut up with your coochy-coo already: You may be in love, but that life force does not ensconce you two in a soundproof hyperbaric chamber. We can hear you!Personally, I'm short. So the second the couple in front of me touch heads or one leans on the other's shoulder... I can't see!
Of course, the locus classicus of this "primal scene" is here: