Die Möwe

Don't be fooled by the other positive reviews. It's shocking how so many talented people could so egregiously misunderstand Chekhov and his intentions in this play. He wrote a comedy (despite the shocking ending); a satire on artistic pretensions, artists, and those who refuse to take responsibility for their lives and actions. This film succumbs to every cliché about the gloominess and static inertia that Chekhov supposedly deals in. Despite some efforts that aren't half-bad (Mason isn't bad, but is decades too old, and Redgrave tries her best), this film never misses an opportunity to take a misstep and do exactly the wrong thing.

In a word, awful.

Despite it being at least thirty minutes too long and director Sidney Lumet's doing a less than stellar job of making a movie as opposed to filming a stage play (ie, even the outdoor scenes feel like they're indoors) , with annoyingly artsy fartsy, soft focus cinematography from DP Gerry Fisher, I enjoyed this film. Well, maybe "enjoyed" is not the right word when you consider that this is your typical Chekhovian misery party with your hosts Boredom, Unhappiness and Melancholy. But then again, considering the part that schadenfreude plays in these kinds of works, as in "Trigorin's and Treplev's troubles are worse than my own", maybe enjoyment is an apt description, after all, especially when served with a generous helping of black comedy and just enough hope at the end to keep it from getting stuck in your throat. And the acting is nothing less than amazingly good, especially Mason in late career, Warner and Redgrave (the "Morgan" team, reunited) in early career and Signoret in the middle. Give it a B minus.

Filled with excellent performances and moved smoothly off the stage to the outdoors Sidney Lumet's interpretation of Anton Chekov's The Seagull is an impressive transition to celluloid. Told in a languid low key with minimal but effective camera movement Lumet with patient deliberation slowly builds the play to its powerful climax without hardly ever raising its voice.

Aging prima donna Arkadina (Simone Signoret) and Trigorin (James mason) a well known writer visit the estate of her brother where her son Konstantin (David Warner) is attempting to hone his trade as a writer. Along with Nina (Vanessa Redgrave) , a neighbor he's in love with he put's on a dramatization of his work for assorted guests. Self absorbed as the family is Konstantin's work receives little attention or credit. Nina in turn falls heavy for Trigorin who is more than willing to see her on the side. Years pass and lives have changed but Konstantin struggles on with little or no interest from anyone as the group is once again brought together in the final act.

The Seagull is a lengthy melancholy piece of theater that in the wrong hands can be a drudgery to get through but Lumet moves his cast about like a skilled chess player, each and every one fleshing out their character with an intense subtlety. I hesitate to single out performers since all hit their marks perfectly but Vanessa Redgrave gives an an outstanding performance saving her best for last as the hopelessly romantic Nina while conversely Denholm Elliot as the most self aware member of the group maintains a low key despair that is every bit as effective.

There are plenty of films that employ great writers, excellent directors and superb actors that often times (Catch 22, for example) collapses under the weight of all its talent. The Seagull is a fine example of how well it works when all the pieces fit.

The cast names sounds just impressive but the basic virtue of film is the art of Sydney Lumet to explore and translate in image one of the most delicate - bitter plays by Anton Tchekov. And the solution is to propose a great Arkadina , beautiful acted by Simone Signoret, an admirable Nina , passing in fair and almost elegant manner from one of age to the other, the ideal Sorin and good answer to the expectations about Konstantin, offered, in honest - precise way by David Warner.

Chayka is not a comfortable play because all risks to become fake. But, in this case, you feel the words, the spirit and the air of this drama and it becomes easy to confess than it is just a Chekhov in spirit, like in form.

In short, an inspired adaptation and new meeting with the round fragility of a world near its fall.

Sidney Lumet has a mighty reputation for adaptations of classic theater to the screen. "Long Day's Journey Into Night" remains something of a masterpiece while "Twelve Angry Men", "A View From the Bridge" and "The Fugitive Kind" are works of distinction. (I have intentionally passed over "Equus" which to my mind was a largely misguided effort).

Like "A View from the Bridge", "The Sea Gull" seems to have been absurdly banished to oblivion. It seems incomprehensible that such a fine film of Chekhov's classic play should deserve such a fate, especially when so many mediocrities are rereleased. The stellar cast alone is reason enough for making "The Sea Gull" available..

Lumet does great service to Chekhov in thankfully preserving the play. The cast is astonishing with all turning in finely tuned and thoroughly convincing performances. Vanessa Redgrave's Nina is luminescent and David Warner brings to Konstantin a palpable intensity. As many critics have noted, the casting of Simone Signoret as Arkadina is problematic since her heavy accent is somewhat out of place, especially when her brother is played by Harry Andrews. English does not come easy to Signoret and some of her speeches are slightly clumsy. Still, overall this does not spoil the film. Arkadina is a prima donna actress and Signoret brings such presence and charisma that one soon forgets the accent.

What more could you ask when a classic play is beautifully filmed, wonderfully acted and superbly directed ? That it should be made available to all who value art.