Writer and Performer: Hannah Moss &David Ralfe
Reviewer: Glen Pearce
The loss of a loved one is the hardest thing to put into words. How do you convey the sense of emptiness? For Hannah Moss, the loss of her Dad to cancer when she was 17 left a void in her life that was hard to express. It’s a sense of loss and emptiness she captures in So It Goes, a play that is performed for an hour without any spoken words, except for six words spoken as a powerful crescendo.
Moss plays herself in the piece, with other parts (her mother and father among others) being played by David Ralfe. Their conversations captured on mini whiteboards worn around their necks or incorporated into the set. It’s a clever concept that highlights the difficulty of discussing death and grief.
Moss has clearly opened up her soul for this production and the intimacy the use of whiteboards, with the need for the audience to focus in to follow the plot, works well. The interaction with Ralfe is well managed and we really get to feel the pain of loss and the void left in Moss’s world.
The staging is deliberately low key and, aside from the final scene one predominately devoid of scenery – just a few key props and hand drawn signs guiding the audience.
Running for just an hour the piece flows seamlessly from scene to scene but while remaining powerful the concept of the whiteboards is hard to fully maintain and there’s a feeling that the piece would benefit from a reduced running time to really concentrate the emotional impact of the piece.
Enjoyable is probably the wrong adjective for So It Goes but it is a thought-provoking and original look into the struggle to comprehend and process our feelings at a time of loss.