REVIEW: Things get crazy in Stratford’s Love’s Labour’s Lost — and that’s a good thing

Four women in pantsuits look at an iPhone.
Photo by David Hou.

Before it even opened, the Stratford Festival’s new production of Shakespeare’s Love’s Labour’s Lost was all but sold out.

If that seems strange, consider that the show reunites a pair of festival favourites, director Peter Pasyk and actor Amaka Umeh. They previously worked together on last year’s Hamlet, with Umeh in the title role, as well as 2021’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream, in which she played Helena.

Does the show live up to the buzz? I think yes. The production, playing at Stratford’s 260-seat Studio Theatre, is often delightfully irreverent. Pasyk condenses the five-act comedy into one intermission-less evening, and uses its creaky, farcical plot as a springboard for vivid, highly physical action. This leads to a richly varied tone that swerves from ridiculous to tender to tragic to ribald and back to ridiculous again. 

The play, set in Navarre (a medieval kingdom that bordered Spain and France), follows four scholars who make a pact to avoid women for three years. Doable? Only until the Princess of France (Celia Aloma) and three of her ladies in waiting show up. When they do, the plan falls apart in typical Shakespearean fashion: identities are mistaken, letters are misdelivered, and words are mistook. It’s barely a spoiler to reveal that the show concludes with multiple marital engagements: where else could the narrative go? (That said, no one gets married on stage: the play’s final scene is thornier than that.)

Like Pasyk’s Hamlet, the production’s design is sharp and contemporary.

Sim Suzer, especially, does great work in her Stratford costume design debut. She gives the scholars crisp suits before their pact, and monkish white robes after. The quartet of women enter in colourful pantsuits, but switch garb for almost every scene; their evolving looks provide much of the show’s visual interest.

Julie Fox’s courtyard set plays with the Studio Theatre’s steeply angled, bird’s-eye view thrust seating by covering the floor in fake grass cut through with angular paths. It’s a boxy, video game-adjacent aesthetic — and the set’s symmetry combines with Thomas Ryder Payne’s quirky sound design to conjure a highly stylized aesthetic that occasionally nods at Wes Anderson.

Umeh plays Rosaline, one of the three women accompanying the princess. Especially in the first half of the play, she doesn’t have a large number of lines. But she’s the love interest of scholar Berowne (Tyrone Savage), who emerges as the play’s lead. Umeh and Savage are excellent together: both have firecracker voices, adding intensity and dimension to a relationship that’s somewhat underdeveloped in the text. 

But while Umeh and Savage are the faces on the program, the leads of Love’s Labour’s Lost are not as central as, say, Benedick and Beatrice. From the top of the show, a bevy of supporting characters adds further chaos to the proceedings. Wahsontí:io Kirby brings a genuine tenderness to the comic figure Costard, Gordon S. Miller flexes his range in the buffoonish role of Don Armano, and Michael Spencer-Davis, who plays pedantic schoolmaster Holofernes, is an ace straight man. (That list barely dislodges the topsoil.)

Pasyk renders the play as a sequence of boldly realized theatrical events. Though the first half-hour feels fairly realistic, once the exposition ends, things get crazy. There are abrupt dance numbers, drawn-out sequences of physical comedy, and scenes staged partially in the audience. 

It’s key that not all of these moments are light-hearted. Instead, Pasyk embraces the play’s detours from comedy. 

When dorky page Moth (Christo Graham) bursts into a song, for instance, it’s melancholic. As he stands still, pouring his heart out in a soft falsetto, we’re reminded that the scholars’ cocky bluster is not the only way of life; once the play re-focuses on them, they seem all the more absurd. 

Arrive late to a Pasyk Shakespeare production and you will likely be able to figure out what’s going on in seconds. He is expert at clarifying relationships through physicality and fleshing out individual beats of action. 

As to whether his productions offer a unified artistic statement, that’s trickier. The way Pasyk approaches modernization makes instinctual, more than logical, sense. And though a more radical production, like Jillian Keiley’s Richard II, might lean into its conceptual abstractions, absolving audiences of the need to try and decode, Pasyk’s theatre often feels just on the verge of coming together: because each moment is so specific, the overall conceptualization promises to eventually reveal itself as equally precise. But in my experience, that revelation never quite arrives.

At the same time, a style defined by its slipperiness is still a style — and, these days, it’s uncommon for theatre directors to have one at all. 

I’m reminded, too, of Walter Pater’s claim that “art comes to you proposing frankly to give nothing but the highest quality to your moments as they pass, and simply for those moments’ sake.” I would more or less agree — and certainly, nearly every moment of Love’s Labour’s Lost sparkles. 

Love’s Labour’s Lost runs through October 1 at the Stratford Festival. Tickets are available here.

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Liam is a writer and theatre artist from Toronto. He loves the original Super Mario Bros. game very much.