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Body Parts: A Simple, Human Story of Repairing What’s Broken

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★★★★★  Body Parts is a small, honest, and quietly powerful Fringe show about a family trying to rebuild itself after a loss. A mother travels to rural Scotland, alongside one daughter, to visit another daughter who has bought a rundown house with her inheritance. The house is falling apart, and so are the relationships inside it. That’s the heart of the piece: people trying to fix things when they’re not sure how.

The story centres on four characters who are all dealing with their own turning points. Carmel is determined to make a fresh start, even if the house she’s chosen is barely standing. Margot tries to support her, though she sees the cracks clearly. Russell, Carmel’s on‑off boyfriend, is stuck between wanting to help and not knowing where he fits. And May, the mother, watches all of this with a mixture of worry, affection, and a growing sense of her own needs.

One of the strongest parts of the show is how it handles self‑acceptance. There’s a moment where May asks to be photographed so she can draw herself honestly. It’s simple, but it says a lot about how she’s trying to see herself again after years of putting everyone else first. Her relationship with her daughters also has real depth, especially with Margot, who has converted to Islam. It’s treated with respect and adds an additional, natural cultural layer to the family dynamic.

The show also uses physical theatre in a way that feels grounded rather than gimmicky. A scene where the women crawl across the floor stands out — it’s a clear picture of how stuck they all are, and how hard they’re trying to move forward.

The writing feels real. You can tell it’s been shaped by personal experience. The conversations sound like things families actually say when they’re tired, frustrated, or trying their best. The show asks a good question: what do you need when you’ve run out of wanting? It doesn’t force an answer, but it gives you plenty to think about.

There’s also some clever use of technology — facial‑mapping, sound, and projection — but it never takes over. It supports the story rather than showing off. That’s rare at the Fringe, and it’s done well here.

The cast work strongly as an ensemble. They play the tensions and the small moments of connection with a natural ease. Nothing feels exaggerated or over‑acted.

Body Parts is a thoughtful, well‑performed piece about ageing, faith, self‑worth, and the messy ways families try to support each other. It’s simple, human, and quietly moving. And it leaves you wanting to see what this writer does next.

Reviewed by Pat Harrington

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Nude Confronts the Male Gaze with Wit, Rawness, and Feminist Bite

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⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ In this cleverly crafted piece, Nude dives headfirst into the complexities of the male gaze, nodding to Mulvey’s old‑school film theory but making it feel fresh, lived‑in, and painfully personal. Clara’s plan — to walk into a life‑drawing class and strip naked in front of her favourite lecturer — is introduced with a wickedly funny line: “No, but how funny would it be though? Like, he turns up, and it’s just me – with my tits out. His model student.”. It’s a moment that perfectly captures the show’s tone: bold, cheeky, and already teetering on the edge of something darker.

The male gaze — and why it matters here

Laura Mulvey’s theory of the male gaze argues that mainstream visual culture positions men as active lookers and women as passive objects of looking. Women become “to‑be‑looked‑at,” their bodies framed for male pleasure, validation, and control. What makes Nude compelling is that it doesn’t just critique this structure — it shows a woman actively stepping into it.

Clara doesn’t simply endure the male gaze; she seeks it, fantasises about it, and tries to choreograph it. She wants to be seen by her tutor in a way that makes her feel chosen, special, exceptional. That desire — to be looked at on one’s own terms — is the emotional engine of the show. It’s exactly what the press release calls “the seductive idea that being seen is the same as being empowered” . Clara confuses visibility with agency, attention with autonomy, and the play exposes how fragile that fantasy is.

This is where Nude becomes a genuinely contemporary feminist work. Mulvey’s theory was about cinema, but Clara’s story shows how the gaze operates in real life: women internalise it, negotiate with it, and sometimes chase it. The show asks a sharper question than most: why do we sometimes seek the very gaze that limits us?

Performance, writing, and Bacchanalia’s mission

Hattie Chapman

Hattie Chapman’s performance is the engine of the piece — restless, funny, and emotionally raw. Audience feedback from the Norwich Theatre R&D sharing described the work as “bold, lyrical, profound writing and superb performance” and “so real and raw” , which is exactly what Chapman delivers. She gives Clara a searching, self‑mythologising energy that makes the humour land and the emotional turns sting.

Phoebe Segal’s writing is confident and unafraid to push Clara into uncomfortable territory. Developed through Menagerie Theatre Company’s Young Writers’ Workshop and supported by Norwich Theatre and Frozen Light, the play has the feel of a young writer testing the edges of a big idea — and succeeding. Bacchanalia, the new East Anglian company founded by Segal and Merlyn Haycraft, frames its mission around interrogating inherited myths, “from ancient archetypes to cultural norms” , and Nude fits that remit perfectly. It takes the archetype of the woman on display and cracks it open from the inside.

A Fringe debut with bite

Nude begins with a joke and ends with a jolt, tracing Clara’s journey from playful self‑display to the moment her fantasy stops protecting  or trapping her. Chapman’s performance makes that turn land with real force, and Segal’s writing never shies away from the contradictions at its core. It’s a debut that not only showcases a formidable new talent but also embodies Bacchanalia’s mission to crack open the myths we inherit. A bold, unsettling, and memorable Fringe offering.

By Pat Harrington

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Milkdrunk Blends Humour and Feminist Insight Into a Five‑Star Hit

★★★★★ There are shows you plan for months in advance, and then there are the ones you end up at almost by accident. This was the latter. A colleague couldn’t make it, the ticket fell to me, and I walked in with no expectations beyond the usual Fringe curiosity. It’s the kind of randomness the festival thrives on: a flyer pressed into your hand, a gap in your schedule, a name you’ve never heard. And every so often, one of those chance encounters turns out to be the thing that stays with you. This performance was one of those.

What unfolded on stage was an unflinching, expressive exploration of female bodily experience—its biology, its politics, its sheer physical reality. Not framed as a lecture, not packaged as activism, but delivered through a performer whose command of tone, movement and emotional clarity made the material land with force. The expressiveness was the engine of the piece: the way Cathleen O’Malley shifted from humour to discomfort, from anecdote to embodiment, made the themes feel lived rather than stated. It was theatre doing what theatre does best, revealing the world by inhabiting it.
The audience was predominantly female, which (possibly) made sense given the subject matter, but it struck me how vital this show is for men. I’ve got two children; I’ve witnessed pregnancy and birth second-hand, as much as any man can. Even so, I found myself learning, recognising gaps in my own understanding, seeing the biological and emotional realities from angles I hadn’t considered. For men who haven’t had that proximity—or haven’t had it yet—the show would be even more valuable. It’s rare to find a piece that is both entertaining and genuinely educational without ever slipping into didacticism. This one managed it.
Humour played a crucial role. The writing was sharp, the timing precise, and the performer knew exactly when to let the audience breathe. But the humour never softened the themes; instead, it made them accessible. You could laugh, and then suddenly find yourself thinking about the feminist implications of what you’d just heard. The show didn’t announce itself as feminist, but it absolutely was—rooted in lived experience rather than slogans, grounded in the biology and social realities that shape women’s lives. It’s the kind of feminism that works because it’s embodied, not declared.
Seeing it on the final night felt bittersweet. A show like this deserves a longer run, a wider audience, and a life beyond the festival. And that brings me to a broader point. Having reviewed the Fringe for many years, I’ve seen countless solo shows—original writing, singular voices, performances that could easily hold their own on a larger platform. There is enormous untapped potential here. Sky Arts could commission a series of filmed solo shows tomorrow. Channel 5 has already revived the spirit of Play For Today with original televised plays; the model exists. Netflix could do it. Any major platform could. And the audience is there.
Solo work is perfect for adaptation: intimate, character-driven, inexpensive to produce, and often more daring than mainstream drama. Shows like this one, with their blend of humour, insight and expressive performance, would thrive in that format. They deserve it. Original writing deserves it. And if someone reading this happens to have the power to make it happen, I hope they do.
I spoke with briefly with Cathleen as we were being hurried out the hall for the next performers coming in. Her carrying her only stage prop, a chair, in her hand. She tells me the show will tour and I will be watching for that.
Accidental discoveries are part of the Fringe’s magic, but some discoveries shouldn’t remain accidental. This performance was one of them.
Reviewed by Pat Harrington
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