The Canadian version of Waiting for Godot takes place on Christmas Eve in a tavern somewhere in north Ontario, in a movie called Solitaire. In this one the two guys are played by the barkeep and the patrons, who indulge themselves in not enough drink and far too much dialogue of sophomoric dimensions. They are waiting, of course, for Godot, who is said to be returning to the town after many years away. The evening grinds tediously on through the reminiscences of wasted youth, revelations of past indiscretion, etc., etc. Lucky shows up (remember Lucky?), and just when we say to ourselves, Ohmigod, I think he's actually going to arrive the door opens and in walks Godot. Only in Canada, you say.