Goldfish Memory

Liz Gill's bubbly pansexual romp whirlpools around a university in modern Dublin. This is an aquarium environment where the assertion that St. Patrick was really a wandering Egyptian is just the beginning of the queer notions and lifestyles PH tested by students, faculty and civilians. “My actions are dictated solely by love,” defends literature instructor Tom Lawless, a failed poet whose uses considerable charm, blarney and self-pity in his successful sideline as a campus Casanova. His girlfriend Clara inevitably glimpses Tom kissing another potential conquest, flaxen-haired pupil Isolde. The flirtation triggers a chain reaction of partner-switching and reappraisals among their circle; straights turn lesbian, gay men accidentally become parents, a TV anchorlady is outed, a cheater gets jilted…even a marriage breaks out. “When it comes to love,” Tom says, “people are akin to goldfish, having only a three-second memory and fated to repeatedly swim the same troublesome currents of pain and delight.”