Best forgotten

Amnesia? Forget about it. That’s my advice to dramatists considering handling this theme on stage because it always generates the same problem. Memory equals personality so a character without a memory isn’t a character. He’s some clothes. The central figure in The Living Unknown Soldier is a French major suffering from total memory loss after being wounded in the trenches. Early on, the script seems to recognise that its main character is a dud and focuses instead on the search for his family. Adverts are posted and hordes of bumbling French families turn up at the clinic all claiming Major Breakdown as their long-lost son. Here they come, wave after wave of them, crowding into the hospital, plastering him with kisses, pulling off his clothes and trying to find the telltale scar where he hara-kiri’d himself with a bill-hook when he was 11. It’s tedious, repetitive and pointlessly solemn. The show is topped and tailed with a recital of ‘Age shall not wither them/ Nor the years condemn…’, one of the loveliest passages of word-music ever composed. And how do they recite it? The full cast yell the lines at top volume while hiding backstage. Incredible to see such lyrical sublimity lowered to football-terrace level. I love the Arcola but this show is sad and painful in all the wrong ways.

Paul Sellar’s last play, 2Graves, was a ridiculous thing, a rhyming-couplet gangster monologue (yes, I’m afraid so) which I found as enjoyable as turpentine soup. His latest play, Worlds End, a bust-up drama that won high praise at Edinburgh last year, is immeasurably better. The lead character Ben is a clever, articulate loser with an anger problem. More succinctly, he’s a failed writer.