They have pruned, or purged, the drama until it runs just over an hour and a half, and, in so doing, mislaid its nervous languor.

Onstage, we get to choose which face to regard, to watch each hard truth or unexamined lie crash against each character’s carefully maintained set of illusions. Here, we mostly see one face at a time. Those faces are grand enough that this Seagull still has much to recommend.

Alan Scherstuhl

Village Voice

The film is content to present Anton Chekhov's ideas rather than grapple with their provocative and complex subtexts.

Oleg Ivanov

Slant Magazine