I will love when the day comes that
I no longer have to discuss Anton Chekov and his play The Cherry Orchard. Every
since my freshman year at Loyola, there have been a few professors that treat
Chekov as if he were God himself. From their descriptions, I was honestly thrilled
to learn about this great writer that I had never known about, but to my
surprise, I did not care for his writing. I obviously cannot say that his
writing is not decent, but the thing about his writing that I do not enjoy is
his subject matter. In the case of The Cherry Orchard, I think this play is boring,
stagnate, and dull. Nothing happens. There is a lot of complaining and walking around and no one does a thing! I understand that that is how
the culture was at the time, especially for the women, but man do I find this
play dull. I think Chekov did great things for his time, but in modern culture
and theatre, I think he has been left behind. I do not think that his work will
survive the next hundred years as nothing more than a novelty of the time. If
we were to research how often his plays were produced even thirty years ago compared
to now we would find that the numbers have consistently gone down. On the other
hand though, I feel like Chekov has done great foundation work for other playwrights
to elaborate upon. Like in the case of El Nogalar, by Tanya Saracho, Saracho
takes Chekov’s original The Cherry Orchard and reinvents it for a modern and contemporary
audience. While I still find it a little dull, Saracho did a much better job
keeping my attention simply because there is more that I can relate to or at
least know someone who can to the situations and characters in the play.
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