(TRAGICOMEDY) Samuel Beckett was obviously awesome: He was once stabbed in the chest by, and subsequently forgave, a Parisian pimp named Prudent. Waiting for Godot is obviously one of the great plays of the 20th century: an improbably funny two-act free fall into despair, futility, suicide, and vaudeville. This is obviously one of the great productions of this play: an Irish company with seasoned Godot actors and a director who knew Beckett and assisted the old playwright when he directed Godot in Berlin in 1975. (Moore Theatre, 1932 Second Ave, 292-2787. 2 and 8 pm, $38.50—$43.50 before Ticketmaster's egregious service charges.)