Word: irina
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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Nancy Cox (Olga), Susan Yakutis (Masha), Martin Andrucki (Vershinin), Deborah Holzel (Natasha), Daniel Seltzer (Doctor), Paul Shutt (Kulygin), and practically everyone else-all let their souls pour over the auditorium from time to time if not all the time. Lori Heineman as Irina and Andre Bishop as Andrei go even further than that, opening themselves up to let us see their entire nervous systems almost every second they are on stage. No matter how self-enclosed you are upon arrival at the Loeb during the next two weeks, you simply will not be able to pass up Heineman and Bishop...
Marcia Tucci brings a glowing radiance to Irina, the youngest, who is loved by two men she cannot love and who ardently believes in the restorative power of hard work. One can see her vision of the future in her very eyes...
...young baron Tusenbach, the lieutenant who wins Irina's hand only to be shot in a duel, Brain Bedford performs with great skill--to the extent to actually playing on the piano the middle section of Chopin's Fantaisie-Impromptu. His glasses, moustache, and long hair parted squarely in the center help make him properly homely. There is an extraordinary amount of traffic in this play--entrances and exists, greeting and farewells. One of the most moving farewells in all drama is the parting of Irina and Tusenbach in Act IV--a fine example of Chekhov's oblique method...
...Irina's other suitor is the captain, Solyony, who kills Tusenbach in the duel. He is a strange man, and throughout the play keeps putting scent on his hands to get rid of their smell of death--like some sort of male Lady Macbeth. Right from the first act, Charles Cioffi's portrayal is a remarkable piece of acting. Solyony speaks scarcely a half dozen times in all of Act I, and spends most of the time sitting silently on a chair in the corner. Nevertheless, Cioffi tells us a great deal about this morose and mysterious character. We notice...
Morris Carnovsky gets full mileage out of the aging army doctor Chebutykin, who lives Irina as he had loved her mother. Carnovsky provides a masterly depiction of a gradually deteriorating personality. He has never read a book, and occupies himself with little that is more lofty than his ever-present daily newspaper (in real Russian, too). He must have been a pretty inferior physician at the outset, and in the course of the play he sinks to the belief that absolutely nothing matters anymore. So far gone is Carnovsky's doctor that, after washing and drying his hand...