Stupid Fucking Bird

With its title, you know that this modern adaptation of Anton Chekhov’s classic play The Seagull is going to be irreverent and quirky. And it is. Posner’s existential play about Chekhov’s existential play is funny, biting and a bit cynical while generously incorporating “fuck” throughout the dialogue in the form of nouns, verbs, adjectives and adverbs. However, the surprise is how much we are emotionally drawn into its plot and characters even when the theater’s “fourth wall” is constantly being broken—with actors addressing the audience with reminders that we are seeing a play, that these wounded souls are mere thespians. P.R.