A brilliant and depressing play by Francois Archambault. The audience at Tarragon tends to be gray and white haired, so this play about Alzheimers cut very close to the bone. We all feel it coming, even when it really isn’t.
R H Thomson was perfect as Edouard – the professor who has a great memory, but can’t remember what he had for breakfast. He struggles to carry on, even though he knows that he is rapidly fading away and soon will have no memories.
Nancy Palk was equally good as his wife Madeleine, who has had enough. She has looked after this man all her life and now she wants out. And we can all sympathize with her.
The rest of the cast were not known to us, but all did a very capable job as the daughter, the daughter’s boyfriend and his daughter. I will keep a particular look out for Michela Cannon, who played the boyfriend’s daughter, Berenice.
The depressing content was offset by some very funny dialogue, as all the characters struggle to understand how this could be happening and what they should be doing.