Time aches in Berkeley Repertory Theatre's elegiac Three Sisters. The past is where true happiness lived (in Moscow), and the future holds the promise of reviving that happiness (in Moscow). But the present (not in Moscow) is just a painful stretch to be endured and lamented. That Anton Chekhov was a harvester of human souls, and the crop he tended was ripe with sorrow, loss and, perhaps worst of all, indifference…
SOURCE: Chad Jones' Theater Dogs at 06:48PM on April 14, 2011