Soviet-era comedienne Ranevskaya (see the footnote) was so popular that people came to some mediocre play only to watch her cameo and then left. Artistic director told her that this was ruining the performance. On that, she retorted: "If this is needed for the theatrical art, I can play worse".
Not so much a movie as a filmed theatrical performance. The plot is very well wrought. Chekhov's remark that if in the beginning of the play, one hangs a gun on the wall, in the end it must fire is well followed with the scissors. But not so the blood dripping from the chest with the fresh corpse. Mark Rylance is towering over the other actors so much that they serve only as a background. There are a few smudges in the movie: even the best tailor ("cutter") cannot do seams as good as a sewing machine, etc.
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