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February 20, 2015

How should a person inhabit a perfectly elegant, black-and-white cartoon panel? That’s the issue faced by the cast of All Our Happy Days Are Stupid, the play in pursuit of a style by Sheila Heti, best known for the identity-pursuing novel How Should a Person Be? It is an issue that’s never resolved. For this meandering tale of unworldly Canadians on vacation in Paris, which opened on Thursday night at the Kitchen, a marvelous, fanciful set has been devised by Rae Powell. Everything onstage — which includes the Eiffel Tower, sidewalk cafes, hotel rooms, jam jars and cigarettes — has been rendered as black-and-white cutouts that suggest a particularly chic graphic novel. The performers have been costumed (by Juliann Wilding) to match, right down to their fingernail polish. And when a man dressed as a bear shows up, of course it’s as a panda, so he doesn’t upset the color scheme. The overall effect is of witty and severe whimsy, without a disruptive pastel or primary shade in sight. I am sad to report that the production, directed by Jordan Tannahill with Erin Brubacher, does not live up to the décor.

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