In Britain especially, Three Sisters is too often played as a well-dressed relic in mourning for an out of touch establishment who spent too much time in country houses to keep up with the real world beyond it in some mythologised Moscow.
WHEN done badly, Anton Chekhov’s play, Three Sisters, can appear to be as much stuck in the past as its characters.
In Britain especially, Three Sisters is too often played as a well-dressed relic in mourning for an out of touch establishment who spent too much time in country houses to keep up with the real world beyond it in some mythologised Moscow.