Do to Chekhov’s “The Seagull” what you will, I suppose. Pepper the dialogue with f-bombs; give Masha a ukulele and Konstantin a laptop; add a bit of nudity. Break down the barriers between actor and audience: have characters inform us they know that they’re in a play, and dole out to every one of them a confessional monologue to make crystal clear where they’re coming from.