Show: Cotton Fingers
Venue: Summerhall
Stars: *****
Reviewer: Amy King
Amy Molloy brings Rachel Tresize’s brilliant script to life in an electric performance. I have never seen a solo performance like it. The bare stage and plastic bucket seats make the performance more intimate, somehow.
A fierce honesty pours out of Molloy as Cotton Fingers offers a searing appraisal of the persisting mistreatment of women as second-class citizens, particularly in the Global West and specifically the UK and Ireland.
It feels cliché to call a Fringe show transformative, but I have never seen myself reflected on stage as I did in Cotton Fingers; millennial angst, naive frivolity, unapologetic brashness, timid hope and all.
National Theatre Wales found a diamond in the rough of the abrasive and endearing Aoife. This show does the modern woman justice – which alone stands it apart from other works tackling similar issues.
The Feminist Fringe 