Amazingly, this is Trevor Nunn’s first attempt at staging this particular Chekhov play, but his intimate and humane production proves very much worth the wait.
His adaptation uses colloquial, anachronistic English. It’s stronger on comedy than on pathos, and the men’s roles are more subtly defined than the women’s. But it unlocks undercurrents in the work I’ve never registered before and when it counts it’s quietly devastating.
