What is it about Steppenwolf’s production of Anton Chekhov’s The Three Sisters (Here, simply called Three Sisters) that left me mostly cold?
Was it Tracy Letts’ vaguely contemporary new adaptation of the 1901 play that required one of its key actors to utter the phrase “F*ck off?” Was it the disjointed ensemble acting that felt as if various cast members were performing in at least three different productions? Or was it simply the over-anticipation of seeing what the power duo Letts and director Anna D. Shapiro could muster, who previously gave us the earth-shattering August: Osage County?
I’ve no doubt it’s a bit of all of the above. Read the full review on The Huffington Post >