Such a moveable staging cannot be easy to calibrate, and Jacques and company do put a few feet wrong. The shouting by Bill Salem's irascible Serebriakov and Kuntz's "off the rails" Vanya can go over the top, pushing the play toward melodrama when it should hover between tragicomedy and farce. But by and large, this is a competently acted, disarmingly intimate production in which Kuntz is no gem in a tin setting. Ronald Lacey, in particular, as Chekhov's medical stand-in, Astrov, captures the character's mix of insight, cynicism, and visionary hope for the future. Throw in his environmentalism and Chekhov proves, as ever, our contemporary.
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