I love you but; a play about coercive control (Edinburgh fringe)

A play illustrating what coercive control is. This is topical, after the introduction last year of the law against cocercive control.  The topic was also covered in the Archer’s last year.  It shows the fine line between loving behavior and controlling; which makes it harder to identify than physical abuse but; it can be as devastating. The play was interesting and featured some solid performances. It is at  TheSpace at Northbridge at 14.35 until Saturday 25th August.


Breathing Corpses (Edinburgh Fringe Review)

Another show continue my Fringe death theme. Featuring both suicide and murder. Also covers two way domestic violence within a heterosexual relationship, empty nest syndrome and male mental illness. The hotel cleaner’s character provided a touch of humour and romance to really make this a rich show. Great performances including from last minute stand in, who read Off the script. At TheSpace on the Mile 12.25 until Saturday.


Treasure Island (Edinburgh Fringe review)

What better way to start the day then with choruses of ‘What do you do with a drunken sailor?’. Plus some other pirate like shanties, theatrical performances inspired by the classic Treasure Island and some direct readings from the book itself. A fun show for adults and children at 10.55 each day at The Space at Niddry.


Brawn – A story of male body dismorphia (Edinburgh fringe review)

Interesting to see body dismorphia from a male point of view. It shows how certain comments at school; can change course of life and the impact that has. A 1 man show. Breathtaking for the actor in terms of the dialogue deliver in amongst an exercise routine; impressive. For those who like that sort of thing some male eye candy, lightening a serious topic, delivered well.

Crave by Sarah Kane (Edinburgh fringe review)

This show came with a list of warnings of triggers it mentioned including suicide, rape and incest. Have seen Sarah Kane Blasted, I was prepared for them to be graphically shown not just mentioned. However they were just mentioned, the show was just based on dialogue with minimal set. Some of the cast started sitting in audience then moved on between stage and audience at different times. There was multiple monologues been spoken at once and at different times the performers seemed ot be representing different characters, therefore you don’t leave with a take home message. It is basically poetry in motion. In the version I saw the performers had impressive timing delivering their fragments of monologues in a fast paced show.

Below is an example of one of the more tender verses within the show. The last Fringe performance is tomorrow.

And I want to play hide-and-seek
and give you my clothes
and tell you I like your shoes
and sit on the steps while you take a bath
and massage your neck and kiss your feet and hold your hand
and go for a meal and not mind when you eat my food
and meet you at Rudy’s and talk about the day
and type your letters and carry your boxes
and laugh at your paranoia
and give you tapes you don’t listen to
and watch great films and watch terrible films
and complain about the radio
and take pictures of you when you’re sleeping
and get up to fetch you coffee and bagels and Danish and go to Florent and drink coffee at midnight
and have you steal my cigarettes and never be able to find a match
and tell you about the the programme I saw the night before
and take you to the eye hospital
and not laugh at your jokes
and want you in the morning but let you sleep for a while
and kiss your back and stroke your skin
and tell you how much I love your hair your eyes your lips your neck your breasts your arse your
and sit on the steps smoking till your neighbour comes home
and sit on the steps smoking till you come home
and worry when you’re late
and be amazed when you’re early
and give you sunflowers
and go to your party and dance till I’m black
and be sorry when I’m wrong
and happy when you forgive me
and look at your photos
and wish I’d known you forever
and hear your voice in my ear and feel your skin on my skin
and get scared when you’re angry
and your eye has gone red and the other eye blue
and your hair to the left and your face oriental
and tell you you’re gorgeous and hug you when you’re anxious
and hold you when you hurt
and want you when I smell you
and offend you when I touch you and whimper
when I’m next to you and whimper
when I’m not and dribble on your breast and smother you in the night and get cold
when you take the blanket and hot when you don’t and melt
when you smile and dissolve
when you laugh
and not understand why you think I’m rejecting you when I’m not rejecting you
and wonder how you could think I’d ever reject you
and wonder who you are but accept you anyway
and tell you about the tree angel enchanted forest boy who flew across the ocean because he loved you
and write poems for you and wonder why you don’t believe me
and have a feeling so deep I can’t find words for it
and want to buy you a kitten I’d get jealous of because it would get more attention than me
and keep you in bed when you have to go
and cry like a baby when you finally do
and get rid of the roaches
and buy you presents you don’t want
and take them away again
and ask you to marry me
and you say no again
but keep on asking
because though you think I don’t mean it
I do always have from the first time I asked you
and wander the city thinking it’s empty without you
and want what you want
and think I’m losing myself but know I’m safe with you
and tell you the worst of me
and try to give you the best of me
because you don’t deserve any less
and answer your questions when I’d rather not
and tell you the truth when I really don’t want to
and try to be honest because I know you prefer it
and think it’s all over but hang on in for just ten more minutes before you throw me out of your life
and forget who I am
and try to get closer to you because it’s a beautiful learning to know you
and well worth the effort and speak German to you badly and Hebrew to you worse
and make love with you at three in the morning
and somehow
communicate some of the overwhelming
I have for you.


Today Everything Changes (Edinburgh fringe review)

This was by the same company as Trans Pennine, I preferred this one as it was more polished in Trans Pennine there were interruptions for jokes about what the writer had written. This play was a love story about a 60+ man and his first boyfriend after the death of his wife. A man about 20years younger. There were twists and turns and laughs along the way.

Both shows (Trans Pennine and tomorrow the last of Tomorrow Everything Changes), continue on alternative nights until Sat 25th August