Annette Bening shines in lively but uneven 'The Seagull' adaptation

“The Seagull” - ★ ★

Productions of Anton Chekhov's “The Seagull” almost always tip too far into farce or wade too deeply into tragedy, unable to sustain the play's elusive balancing act. Michael Mayer's lush and lively big-screen adaption is unfortunately no exception.

On the plus side, Mayer, a veteran theater director, has if anything leaned more into the comic nature of “The Seagull.” Chekhov whose play was first performed in 1896, did indeed call it a comedy. That makes this “Seagull” a kind of flipside to Sidney Lumet's dull and sluggish 1968 version.

Working from a script by Stephen Karam, Mayer seems eager to swing entirely in the other direction - perhaps too eager. His “Seagull,” the director's third feature film, shrinks some of the play's dialogue, robbing it of its rhythm, while never resting his ever-moving camera nor quieting its ever-stirring score. For a distinctly Russian play, he's made a notably American film, pleasantly unstuffy (there are no forced accents here and the language is more colloquial) but also less substantial and lacking the tenor of Chekhov's music.

“The Seagull” is set around the Treplev family estate (a glorious upstate New York mansion doubles for rural Russia) where Irina Arkadina (Annette Bening) has come to visit her brother, Sorin (Brian Dennehy), and her brooding aspiring playwright son, Konstantin (Billy Howle). Irina is an aging actress of the Moscow stage and she brings along her lover, the celebrated writer Boris Trigorin (Corey Stoll), whose presence in the provincial household begets numerous anxieties.

Trigorin's success is the envy of Konstantin, who soon finds his sweetheart, Nina Zarechnaya (Saoirse Ronan), is lured by the preying Trigorin. Unrequited love runs rampant in “The Seagull.” (It also afflicts Elisabeth Moss' Masha.) Characters, many of them knowingly, are the helpless victims of the fluctuations of their self-defeating heart - especially when mixed with artistic ambitions.

It's a talented cast but the only one at home in their role is Bening, who has recently, in “Film Stars Don't Die in Liverpool” and in “Being Julia,” proven exceptional at portraying the waning glamour and growing distress of divas late in life. She's funny and broken at once, perfectly poised in that Chekhovian limbo.

<b>Starring:</b> Annette Bening, Saoirse Ronan, Brian Dennehy, Corey Stoll, Billy Howle, Elisabeth Moss

<b>Directed by:</b> Michael Mayer

<b>Other:</b> A Sony Pictures Classics release. Rated PG-13 for thematic elements, violence, drug use and partial nudity. At Chicago's Century Centre. 98 minutes