Mark Cunliffe’s review published on Letterboxd :
"I loathe those Russian plays. Always full of women staring out of windows, whining about ducks going to Moscow"
Call it petty, but I really struggled to hear such blatant, undisguised American accents coming out of the mouths of Russian characters, and it was even more bewildering to hear Saoirse Ronan and Billy Howle adopt American accents too. I'm still not sold on Howle either - he's not convinced me in anything. But what really struck me was the feeling that they'd just got Chekhov wrong.