Three Sisters, The
2006 11 04
Anton Chekhov. Dir. Rimas Tuminas. The State Small Theatre of Vilnius. Première – 12-11-2005
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Photo by Dmitrij Matvejev
The performance marking a long-awaited opening of the home of the Small Theatre links everything that has been collected by Rimas Tuminas and his fellow-travellers over these fifteen years – it is possible to recognise nostalgic aesthetics of the old Cherry Orchard, as well as acting of the young breaking all boundaries of genre that unfolded in Madagascar.

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In essence, this is the rehearsal of Chekhov-like life, where one can occasionally hear an orchestra tuning the instruments up and where the dreams of the characters are carried away into the distant future – this is only the practice of either war or life.

By Vaidas Jauniškis Three Sisters: Rehearsal of Life (Lith. Trys seserys: gyvenimo repeticija) Verslo žinios

Vershinin by Arūnas Sakalauskas does not reveal anything that the sisters could associate with Moscow dream or the hope for a different life. This unexpected, unfailing sadness that has nothing to do with depressive melancholy or sentimental self-pity attracts like a magnet. Calling this sadness a tragic sensation will probably not be an exaggeration.

By Alma Braškytė. Retreat to the Prozorov Family (Lith. Atsitraukimas pas Prozorovus). Literatūra ir menas, 02-12-2005

No mise-en-scène seems to restrict Irina played by Elžbieta Latėnaitė – her presence prevails even when she does not speak because her plasticity screams of her existence. A very important illusion takes place in theatre – that The Three Sisters wouldn’t be able to exist without her, that without her this would be an entirely different performance. This is the temperament that even blue blood or education is incapable of repressing.

By Rasa Paukštytė. Christmas Performances by a Dream Trough (Lith. Kalėdiniai vaidinimai prie svajonių geldos). http://www.menufaktura.lt/

The entire tragedy of the performance by R. Tuminas lies within the present that is unstoppably turning into the past. You’ve just met a person, have fallen in love with him and have to part for good. This is what R. Tuminas’s “Moscow” is – the most precious thing that cannot be preserved.

By Valdas Vasiliauskas. Lonely Island of Intelligence Swimming in Waters of Barbarity (Lith. Vieniša inteligencijos sala skendi barbariškumo vandenyne). Lietuvos rytas/Mūzų malūnas, 15-11-2005