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EVIDENCE ROOM & ODYSSEY THEATRE
PRESENT
Anton Chekhov’s
IVANOV
translated by Paul Schmidt

Cast

Nikolai Ivanov - Barry Del Sherman
Anna, his wife - Dorie Barton
Count Shabelsky, his uncle - Tom Fitzpatrick
Misha Borkin, manager of his estate - Christian Leffler
Dr. Lvov, attending Anna - Daniel Bess

Pasha Lebedev, a wealthy landowner - John-David Keller
Zinaida, his wife - Eileen T’Kaye
Sasha, their daughter - Brittany Slattery

Martha Babakina, a rich widow - Lauren Campedelli
Dimitry Kosykh, a bridge player - Jay Harik
Avdotya Nazarovna, a matchmaker - Danielle Kennedy
Boodkin, a guest of Lebedev - Eric Ritter
Doodkin, a guest of Lebedev - Alec Tomkiw
Verotchka, a guest of Lebedev - Beth Mack
Gavrila, Lebedev's servant - Jason Liska


Director - Bart DeLorenzo
Scenic Designer - Frederica Nascimento
Lighting Designer - Michael Gend
Costume Designer - Raquel Barreto
Sound Designer - John Zalewski
Choreographer - Ken Roht
Assistant Sound Designer - Sarah Roberts
Producers - Beth Hogan and Bart DeLorenzo

Stage Manager - Jennifer Palumbo

Graphic Design - Fred Baxter

April 11 - June 16, 2012



Barry Del Sherman (Ivanov) and Brittany Slattery (Sasha)



Daniel Bess (Dr. Lvov) and Dorie Barton (Anna)



Jay Harik (Kosykh), Danielle Kennedy (Avdotya),
John-David Keller (Lebedev), and Beth Mack (Verotchka)



Jason Liska (Gavrila), Eileen T’Kaye (Zinaida),
Brittany Slattery (Sasha), Eric Ritter (Boodkin),
Lauren Campedelli (Martha Babakina), and Alec Tomkiw (Doodkin)



John-David Keller (Lebedev), Tom Fitzpatrick (Shabelsky),
Eileen T’Kaye (Zinaida), and Barry Del Sherman (Ivanov)



Brittany Slattery (Sasha), Beth Mack (Verotchka),
Christian Leffler (Borkin), and Danielle Kennedy (Avdotya)



Christian Leffler (Borkin) Tom Fitzpatrick (Shabelsky),
John-David Keller (Lebedev), and Jay Harik (Kosykh)



Barry Del Sherman (Ivanov)



Barry Del Sherman (Ivanov) and Brittany Slattery (Sasha)


Reviews

Los Angeles Times

Ivanov, the play in which Anton Chekhov was still testing the formula for his dramatic breakthrough, is usually revived in somberly autumnal shades. So the opportunity to see the play thrillingly brought to life in brazen color, courtesy of director Bart DeLorenzo, is one that no serious aficionado of modern classics should pass up.

A co-production between DeLorenzo’s the Evidence Room and the Odyssey Theatre, where the show opened last weekend, this deliciously vivid, deliriously accelerated staging respects both the gravity and gaiety of Chekhov’s 1889 play (nimbly translated by Paul Schmidt). Equally enticing, a stylistically synchronized cast, led by Barry Del Sherman in the melancholy title role, reveals just how deep Los Angeles’ acting bench is.

Few Chekhov fans would call Ivanov their favorite, but the work nonetheless holds a special place in my critical affections. A study of a “superfluous man,” a recurring personality type of 19th century Russian literature that today would be treated with a boatload of antidepressants, the drama lays bare the tolerant, though by no means uncritical, approach to character that would come to define Chekhov’s playwriting.

Ivanov is a financially troubled provincial landowner married to a Jewish woman who renounced her family to be with him, but now finds herself more or less renounced by him. The plot centers on a question: Is Ivanov as much of a scoundrel as those around him contend?

His wife, Anna (portrayed in distinctive contemporary textures by Dorie Barton), is dying of tuberculosis, as the moralistic Dr. Lvov (an appropriately priggish Daniel Bess) keeps reminding her seemingly indifferent husband, who can’t bear spending an evening alone in her company.

Despite Anna’s entreaties, he dashes off to the Lebedev home, where tightfisted Zinaida (Eileen T’Kaye, hilariously petty in a caftan) pesters her put-upon husband, Pasha (an endearing John-David Keller), about Ivanov’s debt to them and their infatuated daughter, Sasha (a cracklingly vivacious Brittany Slattery), dreams of saving this poor depressed visitor, who to her mind only needs the right woman to straighten him out.

Zinaida assumes, in keeping with the town gossip, that Ivanov married Anna for her money and when her parents withheld her dowry lost interest in her. This interpretation may suit the facts, but Chekhov is rather skeptical about those who make snap judgments about the labyrinthine reality of other people’s motivations.

Ivanov is a psychological conundrum. How can such a seemingly sensitive man be guilty of such egregious insensitivity? Del Sherman wisely doesn’t offer an answer. Instead, he makes us privy to the character’s frustration with his own confounded plight. He cuts a dashing figure – there's a reason Anna and Sasha are both in love with him beyond their desire to save him – yet others understandably find his behavior unconscionable. What’s clear is that no stereotype can adequately define him. He is for better or worse multitudinously human.

Frederica Nascimento’s vibrant set updates the action in ways that capture the playful spirit of DeLorenzo’s approach. Ivanov is by no means a farce, but it has a sense of humor, and the comedy is allowed to flourish, especially when Ivanov’s uncle, Count Shabelsky (Tom Fitzpatrick) comes barreling into the room like an old basset hound in search of a good time.

The melodramatic ending is something the playwright learned over time to resist. In perhaps his shrewdest tactical move, DeLorenzo doesn’t allow the tragic conclusion to determine the overall tone of this staging. Death permeates the play, but so does life.

Productions of Ivanov have been few and far between. I recall seeing William Hurt in the role at Yale and Kevin Kline at Lincoln Center (ideal casting in both instances for a small-town Russian Hamlet). More recently, there was that deconstructed German production at UCLA Live’s International Theater Festival in 2008, a mixed bag of bold acting and mind-numbing directing.

DeLorenzo’s staging is not just the best work I’ve encountered by him but it also strikes me – presumptuously on my part, I’ll grant you – as an Ivanov that Chekhov himself would have heartily enjoyed.

– Charles McNulty


Backstage

Anton Chekhov wrote Ivanov, his first full-length play, at the suggestion of Moscow theater owner Korsh, who expected a hilarious comedy in the vein of the author’s boisterous one-act farces. Instead, he found himself with what he considered to be a turgid drama. Now, director Bart DeLorenzo proves that Chekhov did indeed write a comedy. In this production from the Odyssey Theatre Ensemble and Evidence Room that uses a new translation by Paul Schmidt, the play becomes a carnival of greed, gossip, pretense, complaining, backbiting, and boredom, with the character of the broken but essentially decent Nikolai Ivanov (Barry Del Sherman) as the still center of a storm of pettiness and folly.

Ivanov is a university-educated landowner who was once a man of high ideals and ambitions. He married a Jewish woman, Anna (Dorie Barton), whose wealthy family then disowned and disinherited her. Now he’s been overcome by a malaise that he can’t understand or shake off. (In our day he might be diagnosed as clinically depressed. The Russians called him a “superfluous man.”) Ivanov has fallen out of love with his wife, who is dying of tuberculosis, though she still adores him. Her doctor, Lvov (Daniel Bess), is a jealous, self-righteous prig who blames his patient’s husband for everything.

Ivanov is also saddled with an impoverished uncle, Shabelsky (Tom Fitzpatrick), and a drunken con man cousin, Borkin (Christian Leffler), who has so mismanaged Ivanov’s estate that he has been forced to sell off his lands piece by piece. He has also had to borrow funds from his wealthy neighbors: Pasha Lebedev (John-David Keller), a well-meaning but ineffectual man, and his domineering wife, Zinaida (Eileen T'Kaye), a local moneylender. Their daughter, Sasha (Brittany Slattery), is a hopeless romantic who’s obsessed with the notion that she can “save” Ivanov.

These are odd materials for a comedy, especially with two deaths and a tragic denouement, but DeLorenzo and his actors keep the proceedings funny by turning a sharp satiric eye on most of the characters, turning them into caricatures. It’s not the only way to do the play, crammed as it is with disparate elements, but it works very well here.

Del Sherman plays the title character with admirable simplicity and sincerity, and Barton is equally straightforward and sympathetic as Anna. Leffler’s Borkin is an extrovert and a loudmouth, the vulgar life of the vulgar party. Fitzpatrick captures Shabelsky’s petulance as well as his pathos. Bess’ Lvov uses his honesty as a bludgeon. Keller provides an affectionate portrait of Lebedev, sweetly touching in his shambling way, and T’Kaye’s Zinaida is a miserly, dithering monomaniac as she starves her guests, begrudging them even the sugar for their tea. A large and colorful ensemble keeps the farcical whirligig spinning.

– Neal Weaver


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