by Anton Chekhov (in a version by Conor McPherson)
seen at the Harold Pinter Theatre on 11 March 2020
Ian Rickson directs Toby Jones as Vanya, Richard Armitage as Doctor Astrov, Ciarán Hinds as the Professor, Aimee Lou Wood as Sonya, Anna Calder-Marshall as Nana, Rosalind Eleazer as Helena, Peter Wight as 'Waffles' Telegin and Dearbhla Molloy as Grandmaman in production beautifully designed by Rae Smith - a ramshackle cavernous room taking up the entire stage space of the theatre, with the unadorned back wall and a massive supporting girder - and even safety notices on two of the doors - somehow not looking out of place in the dustladen gloom.
Though not exactly dressed in the late nineteenth century - Sonya and Grandmaman both weaer capacious pantaloons - the sense of a time at a loose end, with enervated overly intellectual but woefully underemployed men and frustrated women is marvellously rendered by the whole cast, from the Professor's overweening pomposity and self-regard, through Astrov's idealism battling with his despair, to Sonya's crushed hopefulness and Helena's bored and exasperated disillusionment with the choices she has made. Because every character is strongly delineated, it is impossible to miss the fact that none of the m really understands any of the others, sidetracked as each is by his or her own obsessions and frustrations. All this can lead to delightful sparks of social comedy as well as to heartbreaking intimations of loss, ennui and future blight.
