Keanu Reeves is like a streamlined Gregory Peck from a quiet planet where everyone has slow thoughts, and his performance of Lopakhin in Chekhov’s The Cherry Orchard has the pathos of a soulful coma. Back in Buffalo to rob a bank next to the theater, Reeves is swept by love for fierce actress Vera Farmiga. Peter Stormare is their compulsively Slavic director, James Caan a wry guru of crime, and Fisher Stevens a creep. Director Malcolm Venville and writer Sacha Gervasi never quite achieve surreal (or Chekhovian) liftoff, but this odd duck quacks amusingly. (2011) — David Elliott
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