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The Seagull

The Seagull is Chekhov’s masterpiece and very much a defining text in all of theatre. I have seen at least three professional productions before this one by Long Cloud and none of them hold a candle to this brilliant production. While some of the performances may be on the shaky side of okay, the sheer trust of the text and unparalleled pleasure/pressure in the expression of emotion is breathtaking. This production is not just a triumph on the terms of youth theatre but of all theatre. Special mention must be given to Ingrid Saker whose performance of Nina is a recursive circle of genius and one of my favourite performances of the year. In a week where I saw six plays basically back-to-back, this easily stood out as the highlight. Brilliant.

The Seagull
Wri. Anton Chekhov (Adapted by Tom
Stoppard)
Dir. Willem Wassenaar
at WPAC

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Uther was one of the two arts editors in 2009. He was the horoscopier and theatre writer in 2010. Alongside Elle Hunt, Uther was coeditor in 2011.

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  1. Azhagar Saami says:

    I agree. I enjoyed this and the productionw as remarkable. great work by everyone. the diva like beahviour and the snotty, snobby, bitchy comraderie that followed after the show on the street was also delightful to see.

  2. smackdown says:

    that was me and my friends we always chat like that ;-)

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