Bobby McGuire

My main quibble is that it feels like two plays. Act I works as a prescient recent-history prologue, while Act II leans harder into Chekhovian parallels, making the earlier drama feel more like setup than a seamless whole. Still, Molochnikov’s direction has cohesiveness that grounds the evening with satire and sincerity. If you’re adapting a play about staging The Seagull, you’d better mind Chekhov’s famed gun principle. Seagull: True Story aims a few too many and forgets to fire half of them. But when it does pull the trigger, the shot rings loud, true, and absolutely worth the theatrical mayhem.