What in the world is Roundabout thinking? This may not be the worst thing I've ever seen, but it is certainly the worst production of Chekhov, I have ever seen (and I walked out of the Cate Blanchett, Uncle Vanya travesty).
I agree that Whizzer is being way too generous. My companion leaned over and whispered to me "am I missing the funny?" I replied, "No, they are."
I love Diane Lane and most of the cast I've seen before and enjoyed, but their direction was as though they all rehearsed separately, with different directors and, met for the first time, on stage. A true waste of talented actors.
The lighting is just annoying and sometimes, noticeably weird.
Those costumes (especially the party scene). Did they raid a thrift shop garbage can? They are ugly and make no sense, irrespective of how "modern" they think this version is.
Chainsaws, running shoes, velcro and other fun anachronisms, litter this mess and make it, at times, laughable.
And, that brings me to the root of the problem. Stephen Karam, is almost totally to blame. The cast can't perform his adaption and the director has nothing to direct, because he gives them nothing to work with. At times, it seemed as though the cast simply learned the lines and recited them, with no depth or meaning (except Tavi Gevinson, about whom, the less said, the better). I agree that John Glover was about the only one who squeaked out a character. At one point, I was thinking I would have preferred a version in Russian with subtitles.
After the boredom of Holiday Inn, this wasn't so much boring as it was, dreadful. Roundabout is not off to an auspicious start, this season. I hope it gets better from here.