Why is the thought of two men sitting by themselves, confined in a real or imaginary prison, waiting for some ill-identified entity to come and give them some kind of direction, so extensively used in modern theatre? Beckett did it in Waiting for Godot, Pinter does in the Dumb Waiter and McDonagh copies him in In Bruges. Perhaps it is the ultimate theological metaphor: people, we are prisoners in our lives, not knowing that there is a world out there. And God is irrational (sending wrong orders down a dumb waiter, according to Pinter) and most of all absent. Don't put your money on him coming to save you or give you any direction whatsoever.
It's up to us folks, only.
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