ABSTRACT
When the curtain of pale-green fronds goes up on Love’s Labour’s Lost at the Ohio Theater, it reveals an elegant springtime world, potent as May and redolent of the innocent luxury of Brideshead Revisited.
When the curtain of pale-green fronds goes up on Love’s Labour’s Lost at the Ohio Theater, it reveals an elegant springtime world, potent as May and redolent of the innocent luxury of Brideshead Revisited.