26 Aug Little Stitches, Theatre 503, review: Piercingly eloquent mini-dramas about FGM
You have been stabilised so you can be trusted,” says one of the two African women, ululating and wiggling in ceremonial triumph, to the teenage girl under the blanket who has been flown from England to be genitally mutilated by these gatekeepers to true womanhood.
Unfortunately, their attempts to make her embrace the pleasure of now being fit for male consumption are rather lost on her; she is dying from the botched operation.
Bahar Brunton’s cumulatively devastating Dancing Feet is one of the four piercingly eloquent, interrelated mini-dramas focusing on FGM that comprise Little Stitches, a profoundly upsetting evening but one which, as with all good art, gives one at least the consolation of enhanced clarity as it explores this barbarous ritual from various angles.
Alex Crampton directs all four with vivid versatile actors in an excellent BARETruth production that does justice to the way, in some of the plays (one of which is verbatim), the horror steals into one’s ken gradually from within a comically depicted context. The gabby air-hostess who notices a mother holding onto her daughter for dear life.
The rather snarky school teacher (“Monique is not gifted, she’s just spoilt”) and her appraisal of the drawings predicting life in the summer holidays.
Let’s not mince words: FGM is the attempted lobotomy of the victim’s sexual nature – a fact unforgettably brought home here.
by Paul Taylor, The Independent