Three Sisters

Monumental is the word I'll use to describe Kevin Jackson's production. Presented onto the stage in the first few moments are the cast of 20. Cue crescendo and they bow outwards to the audience. It's a grand opening but more than suitable for the work of art that follows.

Jackson notes that he has 23 different translations of the play. Already this is a love affair put on the stage, something rare, and the following three hours of action are a testament to this love affair. The design is at once beautifully bare and tastefully theatrical, the black of the stage never lost among the ornate rugs and glassware that populate the rooms created. The music gives a consistent and never-overstated support to the unfolding action.

At the centre of the already laudable achievements are the three sisters themselves and a cast of protagonists, and supporting roles, who give unique performances. They are sincere, serious professionals and each and every actor deserves praise.

Jackson's play is a theatrical achievement, and one we are only too grateful to have the pleasure to see. Its artistic achievement, though, is impacted by its sheer length. Three hours is a mammoth effort for an audience and the artistic integrity of the production does not entirely assuage the strain. This being said, if you are a patient audience member, this production is a testament to Chekhov, Sport For Jove and the entire creative team.