**Strindberg's Miss Julie is the play that has a preface in which Strindberg laid out the ground rules for what we would later call Naturalism – a whole room onstage, real people, that sort of thing. It's also supposed to ripple with sexual tension and have power politics bursting through its seams. The Chameleon Players get the first bit (the Naturalism) right, but not the second (the power/sexual politics). This is a workmanlike recital of Strindberg, but that's all. The language that should soar falls flat, the sexual tension collapses in a flaccid whimper. Miss Julie herself is the redeeming angel that does her best with this stolid production, but can't save it.
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