Written in 1887, Ivanov is perhaps Chekhov’s
thorniest play – even to Chekhov himself – and he rewrote it a year later,
while a third version appeared in print before his death in 1904. From the very
beginning of its life, audiences couldn’t make up their minds about Ivanov – the play as much as the
character – and whether they sympathised with him or not. This was something of
a dilemma for Chekhov, and he subsequently reworked it, perhaps never being fully
satisfied with it. Astonishingly, this production at Belvoir is its first Australian mainstage
production under the direction of Eamon
Flack, and it is a strange play, but it is also something of an antidote –
a way to close one door and open another.