This comparison falls down, of course in the second half when they do go to London or two of them do and are successful in their meetings with publishers.

There is also a touch of that English approach to Chekhov that makes him slow and ponderous about this production, and the gunshot at the end is reminiscent of Chekhov's reluctance to part with some melodramatic touches.

The play has many lighter moments, however, including some witty lines from father Patrick and the ridiculously self-obsessed character of the teacher.

It is towards the end when it starts to drag, as every time it looks as though it is about to end, they have another deep discussion about something they've already talked about earlier in the play or something happens that was obvious several pages earlier.

Duggie Brown makes Patrick loveable and funny with perfect delivery of some witty lines, and John Branwell gives a moving portrayal of the lonely doctor.

Jessica Worrall's set is functional but looks like a lot of bits cobbled together without an overall vision, with a sparse room on a platform in the centre between two chimneys and not so much as a faint glow from the fireplaces where they all warm themselves that looks as though it is the whole house but clearly can't be, which makes entrances and exits a bit confusing and makes it appear that they hang their coats up in the graveyard.

Morrison gives a very interesting insight into the home life of three of England's most celebrated novelists that is a tale worth telling, but his tendency to over-explain at times in the dialogue makes a natural delivery difficult and the lengthy, drawn-out saunter to the end makes it feel rather long.

In Rutter's incisive production, the characters are constantly in transition between the gravestone-studded darkness and the candlelit parlour, their flame of existence never far from extinction.

This space is not only external: each character demonstrates — if only for a moment — that internal gap between what they are and what they could become. None more so than the Doctor two Chekhov roles rolled into one and not based directly on any Haworth personage who exposes the anguish of a soul lacerated by a loneliness boundless as the steppe and pitiless as a wuthering wind.

This lumbering, whisky-sodden fiftysomething man loves Anne with a desperate passion and John Branwell's magisterial performance communicates his tragic pain like a contagion to the audience.

The suffering is alleviated by healthy doses of laughter. If, on press night, Kinsella's was the most rounded performance, the other two seemed about to blossom.

Gareth Cassidy as Branwell tended to imprison his frustration and drunken fury in unmodulated histrionics, but shows promise of a wider emotional scale. Although Morrison's use of the Three Sisters template is as intelligent as it is daring, some changes loosen the overall structure — the transformation of the Prozorov sisters' domineering sister-in-law into Branwell's employer-cum-mistress a deliciously repulsive Becky Hindley is sharp, but weakens the dramatic tension; and the final act the furthest from Chekhov is dramatically, at times, almost as unsteady as Branwell in his cups.

However, Morrison's dovetailing of dialogues real and fictional is superb. Just as Rutter predicted, this idea has grown into a finely tuned piece — and not in the least bit "bonkers".

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The local doctor is obsessed with youngest sister Anne even though he is much older than her but his affection isn't returned. When their father takes on a curate, he turns out to be a compulsive charmer who turns the heads of two of the sisters until one, at least, grows wise to his duplicity.

However the happy home is disrupted when Branwell becomes obsessed with a rather gauche but rich married woman, Lydia Robinson, who comes to stay and tries to change the running of the household.

The link with Chekhov is primarily the joke that the sisters are obsessed with going to this far-away, glamorous place called London, just as Chekhov's Three Sisters are always talking about going to Moscow.

This comparison falls down, of course in the second half when they do go to London or two of them do and are successful in their meetings with publishers. There is also a touch of that English approach to Chekhov that makes him slow and ponderous about this production, and the gunshot at the end is reminiscent of Chekhov's reluctance to part with some melodramatic touches.

The play has many lighter moments, however, including some witty lines from father Patrick and the ridiculously self-obsessed character of the teacher. In Rutter's incisive production, the characters are constantly in transition between the gravestone-studded darkness and the candlelit parlour, their flame of existence never far from extinction.

This space is not only external: each character demonstrates — if only for a moment — that internal gap between what they are and what they could become. None more so than the Doctor two Chekhov roles rolled into one and not based directly on any Haworth personage who exposes the anguish of a soul lacerated by a loneliness boundless as the steppe and pitiless as a wuthering wind.

This lumbering, whisky-sodden fiftysomething man loves Anne with a desperate passion and John Branwell's magisterial performance communicates his tragic pain like a contagion to the audience.

The suffering is alleviated by healthy doses of laughter. If, on press night, Kinsella's was the most rounded performance, the other two seemed about to blossom.

Gareth Cassidy as Branwell tended to imprison his frustration and drunken fury in unmodulated histrionics, but shows promise of a wider emotional scale. Although Morrison's use of the Three Sisters template is as intelligent as it is daring, some changes loosen the overall structure — the transformation of the Prozorov sisters' domineering sister-in-law into Branwell's employer-cum-mistress a deliciously repulsive Becky Hindley is sharp, but weakens the dramatic tension; and the final act the furthest from Chekhov is dramatically, at times, almost as unsteady as Branwell in his cups.

However, Morrison's dovetailing of dialogues real and fictional is superb. Just as Rutter predicted, this idea has grown into a finely tuned piece — and not in the least bit "bonkers".

Topics Theatre The Observer. Reuse this content.

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Categories : plays Plays by Anton Chekhov. Reception was mixed. Details if other :. And, more importantly, are they efficient enough? Chekhov's ability to understand every corner of a woman's soul never ceases to amaze me. Reading Chekhov could be like a cold bath on an icy day. It opened in and one of the premiere actors was none other then Stanislovsky. Believe it or not, the only halfway interesting people around are the guys in the military. Three Sisters tells us the lives, struggles and dreams of Olga, Masha and Irina at a time of social and political change in Russia. Andrey: Oh, where is it all gone?

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