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‘Uncle Vanya’ review

  • Theatre, Drama
  • 4 out of 5 stars
  • Recommended
  1. © Manuel Harlan
    © Manuel Harlan

    'Uncle Vanya' at Hampstead Theatre

  2. © Manuel Harlan
    © Manuel Harlan

    'Uncle Vanya' at Hampstead Theatre

  3. © Manuel Harlan
    © Manuel Harlan

    'Uncle Vanya' at Hampstead Theatre


Time Out says

4 out of 5 stars

Terry Johnson's witty take on Chekhov more than raises a chuckle

The most distinctive thing about this revival of Anton Chekhov’s ‘Uncle Vanya’ is that it is very funny. Newly adapted and directed by Hampstead Theatre regular Terry Johnson in the venue's main space, it turns a highly wry eye on the constant laments of the men and is all the better for it.

That’s not to say it’s glib. There’s a yawning sense of ennui to designer Tim Shorthall’s country house set. Its skeletal, open frame, with trees sprouting out of the floor, is a faded, disappearing space that already seems entangled with the forest outside. Chekhov’s fascination with a degraded, wasteful aristocracy is all around.

But as the titular Uncle Vanya (Alan Cox) festers in resentful fury at his brother-in-law, the pompous academic Serebriakov (Robin Soans), Johnson plugs deeply into Chekhovian irony. While inheritance laws mean that his deceased sister’s husband holds the family purse strings, he’s also trapped by self-importance.

Cox is great at teasing out the slide into bathos in every one of Vanya’s handwringing speeches. He makes his grumpy sniping highly amusing. Similarly, as the vodka-swilling doctor, Astrov, who’s constantly popping by the house, Alex Newman combines messy charm with an incredible case of tin ear. He’ll happily bemoan deforestation but grumble when a patient needs him.

All of these men (including Soans’ hilariously highly strung Serebriakov) have valid reasons to complain about their respective lots. But as Chekhov via Johnson brings out, this is invariably swamped by the overflow of their egotism. They love the sound of their own tortured voices. They’ve read too much poetry. Basically, they all see themselves as the headline character of a drama.

And – this is where Johnson’s production really locates its tragedy – it’s to the cost of the women in their lives, who they habitually speak over, ignore, idolise or blame for their own failings.

Making a strong stage debut as Yeliena, Serebriakov’s much younger new wife, Abbey Lee is a restless presence. Her distress as the various men around her swoon, professing their undying passion for her without really ever seeing her, is a fractured thing. She’s constantly tilting her head, deflecting attention, trying to smile.

The standout here, though, is Alice Bailey Johnson as Sonia, Serebriakov’s daughter. Stuck looking after the family estate, in love with Astrov who ignores her in favour of Yeliena, she could just be portrayed as browbeaten and dutiful. But Johnson makes her defiant, quirky and relatable. She’s often sharply funny and captures the chafe of Sonia’s position – the potential trampled on.

The rest of the cast beautifully capture the idiosyncrasies of the other characters that are dotted around the family home like dusty ornaments. Bits of Johnson’s modernised language sometime jar, but – cribbing from one of Uncle Vanya’s key lines – this nicely judged production manages to be painful as well as funny.

Written by
Tom Wicker


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