Review: The Cherry Orchard, at Harold Pinter Theatre

Kristin Scott Thomas stars in modern adaptation of Chekhov classic that deftly balances humour and melancholy

Friday, 23rd October — By Lucy Popescu

Vinette Robinson and Kristin Scott Thomas Photo by Johan Persson

Vinette Robinson and Kristin Scott Thomas in The Cherry Orchard [Johan Persson]

CONOR McPherson’s modern adaptation of Chekhov’s classic The Cherry Orchard, from Helen Rappaport’s literal translation, deftly balances humour and melancholy. It captures the sleepwalking nature of a family oblivious to how out of step it is with the times, and to the decisive action needed to save its country estate.

Kristin Scott Thomas plays Madame Ranevskaya, who returns to her family home with her brother Gaev (Peter Wight); both, no strangers to Chekhov, deliver superlative performances.

They are accompanied by Ranevskaya’s daughter Anya (Anastasia Martin), self-serving valet Yasha (Noof Ousellam) and German governess Sharlotta (Ruby Bentall). It is five years since the tragic death of Ranevskaya’s only son, Grisha, and his loss is still keenly felt.

Members of the household are there to welcome them: pragmatic Varya (Vinette Robinson), Ranevskaya’s adopted daughter; Dunyasha (Megan Cusack), the maid; and ancient Firs (Karl Johnson), the fiercely loyal retainer who follows his old master around as if he were still a small child. Neighbours drop by, some more welcome than others.

Ian Rickson’s production is beautifully acted by the ensemble. Scott Thomas is poised as Ranevskaya, her hollow-eyed look suggests a stubborn determination not to see what is in front of her.

Stephen Mangan brings comedy and depth to his role as Lopakhin, the wealthy son of the family’s former serf. Recognising that the world is changing, he tries to help the family and ends up helping himself. He is by turns brashly confident and awkward, inarticulate in Ranevskaya’s presence.

Chloe Lamford’s elegant set suggests decay is setting in, while Bruno Poet’s atmospheric lighting conveys the passing hours.

An impressively staged production and a nuanced interpretation.

Until January 9, 2027
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