| It's a bunch of fairly-decent performances (excepting the bad Billy Howle) by a translator who didn't understand the original or find its humor and a director who's determined to make things heavy and gloomy. I knew I was in trouble when Trigorin's first name was pronounced "BORE-us" and the house featured posters from Arkadina's performances in "Tartuffe" and "Antigone," two plays she would never attempt. She does cheap melodramas, not classics. Better than Sidney Lumet's total misfire, but that's damning with faint praise. |
