How much of our lives do we remember? Are there benefits to forgetting? Luca Rutherford’s nuanced, thoughtful show explores the role that memory plays in our relationships with others – our parents, our children, our friends – and with ourselves.
Rutherford is 28; her co-performer Alex Elliott is 56. Their brains contain different things (though Alex doesn’t remember all that much of the 1980s). As a loaf of sourdough bakes, the pair discuss the inevitable fallibility of memory, from the poignancy of being unable to remember the voice of a dead parent to the Pact of Forgetting, a decision made by the Spanish government to avoid dealing with the legacy of Francoism – an act of state-sanctioned collective amnesia.
Rutherford and Elliott are genial performers with a pleasing rapport. They perform this conversational essay to a soundtrack of songs by Maximo Park’s Paul Smith, which add to the fuzzy, friendly atmosphere. Rutherford frequently clambers over Simon Henderson’s orange and green kitchen-cum-climbing frame set, or perches on top of it, to observe things from above.
The script meanders a bit and Annie Rigby’s gently engrossing show runs out of steam before the end, but it leaves you with the taste of fresh bread in your mouth and a more general sense of warmth. Memories are made of this. Maybe.