It takes chutzpah as well as a fair amount of integrity to
mess around with what is arguably Anton Chekov’s greatest, if also loosely
structured, play. I can imagine nitpickers and purists are already lining up en
masse to berate and decry the liberties taken by both Stephen Karam for his
almost tipsy adaptation and by Simon Godwin for his equally shaky yet surprisingly
energizing direction: the result being as jarring as it is also justifiably
anarchic. I’m not sure if I can truly and credibly explain why I loved every
minute and everything about this Roundabout Theatre Company production even as it
becomes as removed in time, place, behavior and temperament as it is possible
to be from the goings on in the lavish home and wasteful household of Madame
Ranevskaya. All are either the victims and victors of cultural and economic changes.
Despite the lack of traditional atmospherics that usually
enhance a classic as this one surely is, you won’t see any decorative excess or
even a hint of cherry trees in blossom. Like all great plays with universal
themes, “The Cherry Orchard” finds a way to communicate to us, sometimes in a
very personal way. It is this personal way that this production affected me,
perhaps fully realizing how letting go of the old to prepare for the new (actually
the point of the play) is really the only way to survive.
What we see through the minimalist and in significant ways
miniaturist decor provided by designer Scott Pask but in accord with the
director’s and the adaptor’s vision, is an estate that offers little
substantive influence or inspiration, and is purposely no more or less
evocative or compelling than its inhabitants. I suspect that Karam and Godwin
have made a concerted effort to make Russian aristocracy breath through its own
disconnected reality. Certainly the newish text has some startling contemporary
references and has a lightness of tone that understandably may not exist in the
original Stanislavsky-directed production. It’s impossible to say whether all
of Chekhov’s comic intentions shine through but there were enough for me.
Unless one is completely willing to forego and forget what
is typically Russian in sentiment and style, there are moments when we may be
inclined to wonder if the actors, most of whom have distinguished credits, are
really intending to connect with the simple honesty, humor and hubris of Chekhov’s
characters, or are they forcing us to see them in multiple worlds.
Diane Lane, whom I only know from her film roles, radiates graciousness
as she also dispenses her gratuitous authority over her household. As the aristocratic
matriarch who is unwilling to be either practical or prepare for the inevitable,
Lane appears, however, to be otherwise fully prepared to accept the inevitable.
She has a lock on Ranevskaya that is neither pathetic nor poignant in the face
of disaster. And that is what makes her performance so interesting to watch. After
all, Ranevskaya is a woman as oblivious to her situation as she is
condescending to those around her. This does not preclude her being charming
enough to fool herself as well as those in her charge, even as she tosses around
money like so many falling cherry blossoms on her estate. She is a woman whose
life is framed by romantic delusions.
Refusing to allow her estate to be turned into a summer
colony and unable to see that her extravagances are destroying her family, she
proclaims and reaffirms her aristocracy. There are no grandiose blandishments
and flurries that can make Ranevskaya simply wearisome. Instead Lane allows a
few smiles and some half-hearted regrets of a wasted life serve as her
reflection of a woman as useless as her cherry orchard.
As I mentioned at the beginning of my review, Godwin, an associate
director at the National Theatre, has made a real effort to time to take the
play beyond its traditional frame and making the place, the behavior and
temperament of the characters universal and timeless. The stunning costume
designs by Michael Krass certainly make that clear. All the performances have a
contemporary edge that seems perfectly suited to the skittish proceedings and
the abrasive nature of a new society and changing times.
Godwin’s intentions appear to let the actors create flesh
and blood people who live together but in separate worlds. Although the whole
family is in a precarious situation, they do appear a bit nuttier than usual as
a parade of eccentrics Tavi Gevinson plays Anya, Ranevskaya’s daughter with the
kind of radiance, charm and also conflicted inner life that we look for in a
play by Chekhov. John Glover only knows how to be terrific and is as Gayev,
Ranevskaya’s slightly balmy brother. His endless speechifying is done with a
well-bred instinct to amuse and to survive with elegance and dignity.
Although almost perpetually angry, Celia Keenan-Bolger, as
Varya Ranevskya’s adopted and romantically frustrated daughter, is the most
poignant of the characters as she fails to get Harold Perrineau, as the ex-serf
Lopakhin who now own the property, to propose. Kyle Beltran is fine as the
fidgety Trofimof, the forever-the-student-prophet who discovers the significance
of life while boring us with his lectures. Maurice Jones, as the young butler,
seems more than able to resist the advances of the flirtatious maid Dunyasha
(Susannah Flood).
Joel Grey, who has had a distinguished career but mostly
celebrated for his role of the emcee in “Cabaret,” plays the senile Firs the 87
year-old valet exactly as if he were a senile 87 year-old valet. However, it is
Tina Benko, as the governess Charlotta with magic up her sleeve and Chuck
Cooper, as Pischik, a landowner always looking for a handout who have been
given some spectacularly entertaining feats to perform that I will not divulge
lest I spoil the surprises. Here is “The Cherry Orchard” for those who are
eager to see it refracted through a new and adventurously universal lens.
“The Cherry Orchard” at the Roundabout Theatre Company
American Airlines Theatre, 227 West 42nd Street.
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