The aesthetic is austere, the emotional range fiercely compressed and the intent is relentlessly pure, but that’s only to be expected in Samuel Beckett’s “The Seagull.” Wait, what? Obviously, the play is actually by Chekhov but despite a handful of piercingly authentic performances, including that of an incandescent Emilia Clarke, three-dimensional writing is often flattened […]
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