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Laughter that freezes on the lips

fortyfivedownstairs
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November 2005, no. 276

Laughter that freezes on the lips

by
November 2005, no. 276

A review of Anton Chekhov’s ‘Ivanov’, first performed in 1887, and staged at fortyfivedownstairs, Melbourne, in August 2005.

Be warned: what follows is in the nature of a rave. It’s not often one is tempted to weep with gratitude for how the theatre has brought a play to such magisterial life that one can’t imagine ever wanting to see it again – let alone supposing it could be done better. If you’re tired of over-smart productions doing vulgar, opportunistic things with great plays, then Ariette Taylor’s recent production of Chekhov’s Ivanov at fortyfivedownstairs (that’s 45 Flinders Lane) was the place to be. It was an occasion of unalloyed joy and celebration.