We went to the new Rose Theatre in Kingston this evening to see Chekhov's Uncle Vanya - the first production in the new theatre.
It was the usual ingredients of declining Russian middle class, haunted by the meaninglessness of life, filled with unfulfilled longing.
Suffused with a hint of peasant, an alcoholic stupor and a rant about the decline of the Russian forest.
Laced with tragic foreboding and dark ironic humour.
All done very well. Peter Hall directed an impressive cast.
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