Uncle Vanya, The Print Room, London

A play of boundaries, limitations, barriers, one that gazes outwards while never crossing the threshold, Uncle Vanya is often betrayed by the physical space of major stagings. In a new production at Notting Hill’s The Print Room the audience find themselves trapped along with Vanya, Sonya and their dysfunctional family in a single room. Ranged around the four walls we crowd in upon the (in)action, waiting together with the characters for the rupture that will release the tension.

Much of this humour comes from Mike Poulton’s newly revised translation – a work that places its emphasis (at least initially) on the comedy in Chekhov’s tragicomedy. The language is fresh and direct while never feeling that it is dressed in borrowed contemporary clothes. Director Lucy Bailey (co-artistic director of The Print Room) catches Poulton’s vigour, and her cast bat his energetic lines to and fro with all the lively delight of summer afternoon’s game of French cricket.

Bailey’s Uncle Vanya is foremost a tale of men – of male friendship and enmity

Which isn’t to say that the we lose the classical proportions of the play. Restraint and balance are all here to be found, heightened by Poulton’s sharper angles and Bailey’s swifter timing.

William Dudley’s set places us in the all-purpose interior of the family farm, the anarchic clusters of chairs, tables and sofas mirrored in the disparate characters who must inhabit this shared space. Set-changes are scored to a clamour of bells, horses-hooves on cobbles, shouting, while carefully choreographed furniture-removal becomes a dance. Yet such demonstrative shifts only serve to stress the stasis of the play; noise and rush there may be but it remains elsewhere, beyond the four walls that still enclose us each time the lights come up on a new scene.

While neither the love stories nor the social commentary are neglected, Bailey’s Uncle Vanya is foremost a tale of men – of male friendship and enmity. William Houston’s Astrov (pictured right with Lucinda Millward as Yelena) is a physical force on stage, all restless wit and misguided passion, and it is his fractious devotion to Vanya (Iain Glen) that anchors the relationships with Sonya and Yelena – this latter rather more substantial than usual thanks to Houston’s forceful courtship.

Casting Glen against type as the sardonic, shabby Vanya rather than the doctor proves inspired. Glen (looking like a grubbier Van Gogh, with battered beard and linen jacket) makes much of his character’s restlessness – sitting, speaking and gesturing with an urgency that only find its outlet in the cruelty of his humour. All bristles and emotional scabs, Glen’s Vanya rubs with delicious brutality against David Yelland’s Serebryakov (pictured below with Glen). In Poulton’s hands the professor’s dialogue is as smooth as his suits, and this elegant fraud (“scattering academic dust on the shelves of oblivion”) makes a fine villain.

It is luxury to see this kind of casting up close – the sublimated rage of the drinking scene, Vanya’s eventual release and frenzy – as though you’re standing in the wings of the National Theatre. And the women are no less strong, from Marlene Sidaway’s Marina, convinced that a cup of tea can solve any crisis, to stiffly matriarchal Maria Vasilyevna (Caroline Blackiston) who clings to her jewels and her dignity even as her family collapses around her.

At the centre we have the opposition of Charlotte Emmerson’s wistful Sonya and the caged beauty of Yelena (Lucinda Millward), a partnership coloured by an unusually touching midnight scene of friendship – quite the match for the men’s earlier drunken camaraderie. If Millward remains inscrutable to the end, her calculated withholding is balanced by the directness of Emmerson’s closing speech. As clean-scrubbed and unpretending as her appearance, it cut through the baroque clamour of the earlier comedy, recalling us to the quiet tragedy that must be at the core of any truthful Uncle Vanya.

This first foray into classic drama sees the tiny Print Room extending both its reach and its grasp. Heavyweight casting and light directorial touch make this a Chekhov well worth venturing out of the West End for.

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