Under the direction of Andre Gregory, actors in street clothes gather in a relic of a theater to perform a David Mamet translation of Chekhov's
Uncle Vanya for a small invited audience. A snob stunt? Try unforgettable; at least it was three years ago when a vivid cast, headed by Wallace Shawn as Vanya, brought the 1899 Russian play a hot-damn urgency.
It shouldn't work as a film. But director Louis Malle, who made spirited cinema of Shawn and Gregory dining out in
My Dinner With Andre, rises to