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In The Cherry Orchard Chekhov attempts to recreate every-day life on stage. “People are having a meal, just having a meal, but at the same time their happiness is being created, or their lives are being smashed up.”
To visit the Wharf on a warm evening with a slight breeze, one smiles easily, how lovely our city is, how pretty the view. Meanwhile, someone at Coogee gets a sly kick of sand in his face.
So it is in The Cherry Orchard, a glossy delusion that a life of privilege in a place endowed with natural beauties is ever sustainable and untouchable, despite the loud clangs of reality signalling a need to accept nasty truths and negotiate change.
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Robyn Nevin’s debonair and fiercely romantic Ranyevskaya is not surprisingly an intrigue, Philip Quast omits a strange passion in his raw and mesmerising performance of the often lovable yet darkly bitter Lopakhin and Pamela Rabe exudes an intense strength and presence on stage.
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