For ever since the Seventies, Poliakoff has cast a vigilant eye upon the threat and potential afforded by new technology. But Remember This strikes me as a dull, labouring trawl through the hinterland of Poliakoff's imagination, a journey without much fun on the way, to warn us that we are in danger of losing or abandoning the storehouse of our past. There's an air of arch winsomeness about the bland dialogue, which hardly helps Stanley Townsend's Rick to achieve even a flicker of business or sexual charisma. Tam Williams struggles vainly to inject some life and passion into Jimmy. Geraldine Sommerville's Hannah hangs around looking significant.
Endless travel is a way of disguising inner emptiness.
Artists increasingly put themselves at the centre of their work. These are some of the ideas that animate Stephen Poliakoff's new play, Remember This. But here the narrative structure fails to support it. Rick, helped by Hannah's market expertise, believes he will become rich and famous through his discovery. Individuals hardly want to be told that their camcorder memories are a waste of space.