The Cherry Orchard

Greece/Cyprus/France 1998

Reviewed by David Jays

Synopsis

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The turn of the last century. Lyubov Ranevskaya lives in Paris, and has recently been left by her sponging lover. Five years earlier, she fled her family estate in Russia after her husband and young son died in quick succession. Now her daughter Anya fetches her home.

Ranevskaya is reunited with her brother Gaev and adopted daughter Varya. Habitual visitors include Trofimov, the dead boy's tutor, and Lopahin, a merchant whose father worked the estate as a serf. He urges the family to save the heavily mortgaged estate by chopping down their cherry orchard and selling the land for holiday cottages, but they dismiss his suggestion. Meanwhile Ranevskaya's lover sends telegrams begging her to return. Anya and Trofimov fall in love; Lopahin repeatedly postpones proposing to Varya.

Spring becomes autumn, still without a decision. Ranevskaya holds a ball as the estate is auctioned, and a drunken Lopahin arrives, announcing he is the new owner. As autumn ends, the family scatters - Ranevskaya to Paris, Gaev to work in a bank. Lopahin again fails to propose to Varya. The family leaves as the first axe strikes in the orchard.

Review

The limpid fluidity of Chekhov's plays, flecked with curious detail, seems to invite cinematic treatment. Ironically, Louis Malle's Vanya on 42nd Street, confined to the rehearsal room, is perhaps the most successful film of a Chekhov play. In this initially effective treatment of The Cherry Orchard, directed by Michael Cacoyannis, a prologue establishes Ranevskaya's miserable Parisian existence at the top of a cramped and peeling apartment block. Opening up the play is relatively painless - the characters are consumed by pointless activity, so the camera simply follows them around. This cunningly decentres the house as we wander through the backstairs shambles, following Varya supervising the household or maundering old Feers carrying bundles of linen.

The first hour intrigues with its restlessness - no one can settle, and the soundtrack is full of clatter and squeaky boots. Everything is fluid, unfixed: as Ranevskaya returns home, her dove-grey skirt laps the steps, her fur coat slides from her shoulders. Fractured in three by his shaving mirror, her brother Gaev talks nonsense. Even when the action is confined to a single room, the camera bobs and sways, index of a world in flux.

The orchard itself is no mere backdrop, but a defining presence. In spring it becomes an impressionist blur of white blossom, bathed in such bright light that dazzled visitors lose their way. In the summer twilight, amid clusters of scarlet fruit, people wander dislocated, uncertain of their direction. This landscape alters dramatically with the seasons and by autumn has become a bleached vista of leafless trees, white sky and dark mud. Cacoyannis also gives the orchard some of the bewildering forest menace of Russian fairy tale.

Cacoyannis has often turned to theatrical texts for his films - notably, his Euripides trilogy of Electra (1961), The Trojan Women (1971) and Iphigenia (1976), featuring the tragic grandeur of Irene Papas. Here he explores hapless disengagement, tragedy gathering between myriad acts of self-absorption. His actors continually avoid eye contact with each other, and although the dialogue is closely followed, there is little conversation, merely sotto voce soliloquies or eccentric expressions of fixed ideas. Virginia Woolf said once of The Cherry Orchard's giddying emotional range that it made her feel, "like a piano played upon at last... all over the keyboard and with the lid left open." The actors reach easily for extremes of tears or laughter, but Chekhov also has an existential quirkiness which only Frances de la Tour's governess captures here. Imperiously batty, she maintains a disconcertingly unimpressed exterior. Only dolls hear her muddled confessions and even they receive alternate blows and caresses that distil a lifetime of lonely singularity. It is hard to avoid intimations of modernity in The Cherry Orchard, especially as cinema, the medium of the century, is the play's contemporary. Cacoyannis provides a train hurtling past silver birches, those enduring props of Russian drama. Even more insistent are revolutionary premonitions, with hungry peasants lurking in the orchard. Although Cacoyannis never elides the family's irresponsibility, he also shivers with a class on the verge of dissolution.

As the film proceeds, it becomes progressively slower. Although Chekhov insisted he had written a comedy, it has often been dunked in nostalgia. Cacoyannis too is tempted - for instance in the family's farewell to hushed peasants, particularly the picturesque old and young, while a Russian choir hymns soulfully in the background, like the sorrowing soul of the orchard itself. Otherwise, one of the film's most effective aspects is its Tchaikovsky soundtrack of neurasthenic regret. The piano always sounds as if it is in the next room, the phantom music of memory. Whenever anyone absently plunks at the on-screen keyboard, it is jarringly out of tune, adding to the sense that the dark house, with its flaking varnish and picture frames, is a mausoleum of tarnished memories. In the final scenes, we hear cawing ravens and the dry thud of axe blows. The camera wobbles in sympathy with the trees, and finally swims away. Ultimately the film's interest is in a moment of apprehensive instability, rather than a fondly remembered past or shining future.

Credits

Director
Michael Cacoyannis
Producer
Michael Cacoyannis
Screenplay
Michael Cacoyannis
Based on the play by
Anton Chekhov
Director of Photography
Aris Stavrou
Editors
Michael Cacoyannis
Takis Hadzis
Production Designer
Dionysis Fotopoulos
Music
P.I. Tchaikovsky
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Production Companies
a Melanda Films production in association with The Greek Film Centre/Amanda Productions/Films de l'Astre with the participation of Canal+
Eurimages Counsel of Europe
Executive Producers
Yannoulla Wakefield
Alexander Metodiev
Production Supervisor
Pat Arvaniti
Director of Production
French Crew:
Jean-Pierre Desagnat
Location Managers
Radoslava Todorova
Vladimir Vladimirov
French Crew:
Ludovic Henry
Production Liaison
Bobby Rangelov
Assistant Director
Guy Travers
Script Supervisor
Krassimira Karachorova
Casting
Bruce H. Newberg
Slater & Associates
Los Angeles Associate:
Tim Michals
London Associates:
Claudie Layton
Belinda Norcliffe
Orchard Photography
Nikos Kavoukidis
Steadicam
Christo Bakalov
Lettering
Argyris Vavour
Set Architect
Lili Pezanou
Set Decorator
Ivan Andreyev
Costume Supervisor
Jane Hamilton
Wardrobe
Mistresses:
Katerina Karaivanova
Katia Ivanova
French Crew:
Justine Duprat
Make-up/Hair Design
Joan Hills
Titles/Opticals
M. Sacadakis
P. Papadimitriou
Music Played by
Vladimir Ashkenazy
Recording Producer
Andrew Cornall
Recording Engineer
Martin Atkinson
Music Consultant
Dimitri Papadimitriou
Soundtrack
"String Quartet No 3" by P.I. Tchaikovsky, performed by Chamber Orchestra Kremlin, Misha Rachlevsky
Dance Arrangements
Fedya Lobanov
Sound Recordist
Alexander Bachvarov
Sound Transfers
Thanassis Arvanitis
Re-recording Mixer
Costa Varibopiotis
Sound Editor
Leslie Wiggins
Cast
Charlotte Rampling
Lyubov Andreyevna (Ranevskaya)
Alan Bates
Gaev (Leonid Andreyevich)
Katrin Cartlidge
Varya (Varvara Mihailovna)
Owen Teale
Lopahin (Yermolai Alexeyevich)
Tushka Bergen
Anya
Xander Berkeley
Epihodov
Gerald Butler
Yasha
Andrew Howard
Petya Trofimov (Pyotr Sergeyevich)
Melanie Lynskey
Dunyasha
Ian McNeice
Pishchik (Semyon Semyonovich)
Frances de la Tour
Charlotta Ivanovna
Michael Gough
Feers
Simeon Victorov
Doridanov
Izhak Finzi
stranger
Ivan Pangelov
French priest
Ivan Grigoriev
Yevstigney
Margarita Kemalova
Yasha's mother
Yuli Toshev
auctioneer
Todor Gheorghiev
1st bidder
Vassili Trayanov
Lopahin's friend
Certificate
PG
Distributor
Melanda Film Productions
12,717 feet
141 minutes 18 seconds
Dolby SR
In Colour
1.66:1
Last Updated: 20 Dec 2011