Wednesday evening I had a rather surreal experience. I went to see Rimas Tuminas's brilliant play of Pushkin's Eugene Onegin , staged at the Vakhtangov Theatre in Moscow. But it was one of those filmed plays that American movie theaters have taken to showing (I wrote about a National Theatre Live production here ). Which is great. I was thrilled to see it -- I'm going to Russia in a few weeks, but I won't manage to get to the theater, and theatrical offerings where I live are not on this level. I've heard a lot about Tuminas, but since I haven't really been in Moscow much in years, I've never seen one of his productions. And it was terrific. Tuminas takes the classic Russian novel-in-verse, the centerpiece, really, of much of Russian literature, and turns it into a compelling spectacle. Tchaikovsky's opera of Eugene Onegin is well-known, of course, and there have been numerous attempts to render the novel in film, but this staged version is the ...
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