As shattered Uncle Vanya, Richard Roxburgh isn’t merely a shell of a man. He’s a shell of a shell, a quaking, sobbing wreck. Racked ever more violently by the realization that the professor for whom he has slaved is an intellectual sham and the woman he loves is forever out of reach, this tortured Vanya comes across as the active ingredient in utter despair. “For 25 years, he’s added nothing to nothing!” he wails bitterly about his adversary, as if suddenly understanding that his life adds up to the same sum.