Chekhov’s THE SEAGULL and Joshua Oppenheimer’s THE END (of the seagull, yes, but also of all humankind and our world…)

[Warning: this is a very long and rambling post and possibly more akin to a first year college essay, entirely lacking in focus or discipline.  I didn’t have time to write a shorter piece - sozzles - so let me begin with THE END and say both it and THE SEAGULL are brilliant, the former released in cinemas this weekend and the latter now at the Barbican.…