A Times review of a"Seagull" set in Ireland during the time of "the Troubles" doesn't love the production but brings its wit out lovingly nonetheless.
Among the production’s freshest scenes is the brief colloquy between the bluntly bitter Mary and Aston. Mary’s no-nonsense approach to the impossibility of finding lasting love is in contrast to the other characters’ fretful idealism. As Mr. Kilroy’s excellent if sometimes overly loquacious adaptation clarifies, she is the rare character in the play granted true and thorough self-knowledge.
“I can’t pretend to be interested in your books,” she tells Aston, “but I’d love if you’d send me copies of them from time to time with my name inscribed.” Then she adds: “Don’t write something flowery and poetic, though. That wouldn’t be right, would it, for someone like me.”
And what a gorgeous looking production! Like a living painting:
Kit Stolz 