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MARY CONWAY sees a play on a young girl abandoned by her mother that could do with some dramatic depth
Animated: Patsy Ferran
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My Mum’s a Twat
Royal Court Theatre, London
AT EIGHTY minutes, My Mum’s a Twat is overlong, but not because time spent in the company of that winning and animated actor Patsy Ferran isn’t a delight.
The problem is that its one main thought, "My mum’s a twat for joining a daft, highly controlling spiritual cult and abandoning me," is easily demonstrated in the first few minutes and doesn’t develop.
As a monologue it feels more suited to a brief stand-up comedy routine than to a drama.
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