The Cherry Orchard, The Yard Theatre, stage review: ‘Space drama that never quite gets into orbit’ – Hackney Citizen

In my best Captain kirk voice: Space, the final frontier.

But a frontier that theatre generally sticks clear off due to budget and practical constraints.

Its a tall task, but a task that Vinay Patels new reimagining of Anton Chekhovs The Cherry Orchard laughs in the face of, perhaps foolhardily.

Written in 1904, the play was Chekhovs last and one of the big four. Set in the failing light of the old aristocracy of Russia, issues of class, history, modernity, freedom, and space are all touched on in classic Chekhovian prose. Issues not alien (see what I did there?) to the themes of colonisation and spaceships. So far so good.

Lets stay on the good, shall we?

Patel is a dexterous writer, mounting such a difficult uphill battle is commendable indeed. He reimagines the characters of the play and throws them out into the void with this very loose adaptation. He creates a revivifying South Asian take on the normally pasty-pale sci-fi population, flipping the script (quite literally) on the historically white-dominated genre.

The senselessness and inactivity of the Russian characters and the rigid social strata are recreated, at points effectively, aboard the spaceship. The ruling family protects the upper reaches and arboretum (with the eponymous cherry trees in it) from the working class downdeckers. The idea is fascinating and has much potential.

Continuing in this vein, Rosie Elniles slowly revolving Tardis-like set is detailed and beautiful. Along with her elegantly futuristic costumes, she clothes the dilapidated ships aging grandeur brilliantly, with the help of Max Pappenheims clanking galactic sound design.

We do believe we are humanitys last hope, racing through the blackness on an intergenerational journey to a habitable world.

Moments of characters peering out into the orchard through slow-moving portholes frame the action and belie the real size of the stage. This circular set has all the feel of the contemporary Doctor Who not the 70s wheelie-bin-heavy version (thankfully).

The directors and actors have a dominating effect on most pieces, and this is no exception. The Cherry Orchard is a long play. Adding in all the elements of space travel robot-human relationships, possible home planets, endless technical jargon, and cloning on top of the themes already mentioned asks a lot of all involved.

James Macdonalds directing feels rushed as he tries to condense all this into just under three hours of theatre. A lot of moments that require space (haha) and silence are denied them. Some delightful details stand out, but they are whisked into the airlock before they have time to become anything. This undercuts a lot of the acting work in the process.

Speaking of acting, we hit more solar wind on that front. An exploding nebula, Tripti Tripuranenis performance as Varsha is a saving grace. Holding the ship together as her mother and sister wallow in memory and love, she is a tough, confident talent that warms up the frosty script.

Hari Mackinnon as the hilarious robot servant Feroze is unwavering in his rigid movements and comedic timing. Think C3PO (having seen better days) in a black suit. His performance is where the plays written comedy lands as it should.

Anjali Jay as Captain Prema Ramesh is the matriarch and the glue that holds the story together. Although hitting the grief of her lost son well, she never quite gets the timing right in the group scenes. Maanuv Thiara as Abinash Lenka equally feels uncomfortable with the character.

Other character subplots seem to be relegated by the need for brevity and therefore come across as stunted. The love stories are also lost in the mist of attempted over-achievement. This can be laid more squarely at Patel and Macdonalds feet.

Despite a stratospheric concept and some gleaming performances, and even with a burst of unique cultural reworking, the play never quite gets into orbit.

The second act particularly tries to stuff so much in that we start losing the sense of what is happening.

The characters in the Russian version of the play are paralysed by their inequalities, while in this case they are overwhelmed by the sheer volume of themes and plot points required of them.

As a writer, I love any chance to pepper my work with terrible shuttle-based puns, and in this instant the play crash-lands, weighed down by its own ambition.

The ending lacks the needed urgency or poetry to pull of the final coup de grce.

The Cherry Orchard runs until 22 October at The Yard Theatre, Unit 2a, Queens Yard, White Post Lane, E9 5EN.

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