Anton Chekhov’s classic play The Seagull is brought to modern life in a new version, adapted by Simon Stephens and directed by Sean Holmes. It’s running at London’s Lyric Hammersmith until 4 November 2017. Here’s what critics have been saying about it so far.
This trilogy, transferred from Chichester is an epic: a thrilling voyage through time to the earliest days of Anton Chekhov. And, if it is not too philistine a thing to murmur, it will draw to him even those people who don’t fire up with excitement at the later masterpieces – especially the often morosely played The Cherry Orchard and Three Sisters.
Fortune favours the brave, and the meteorological riskiness of outdoor theatre sometimes pays handsomely. A great heron flew over, squawking doom, just as Irina screamed her frantic possession of the appalling Trigorin and Chekhov’s tragicomic household moved towards disaster. The moon rose over the card-players as beyond the window under a darkening sky Konstantin found a deranged, ruined Nina. The thunderstorm and sluicing rain from behind Jon Bausor’s strange mirrored canopy were false, but the intensity and brooding darkness of old Sorin’s struggling estate were no more or less real than the rustling trees of the real park. Perfect.