21/08/26

Zoo Southside, Edinburgh

Morning shows can sometimes have a tough time of it on the Fringe. If potential viewers have been out late the night before – and especially if they’ve partaken of a few libations – then they might prefer to wait until midday before relaunching themselves. Inevitably, that means that some fabulous shows don’t receive the kind of attention they truly deserve. In the case of Confessions of a Mulatto Love Child, it’s only the arrival of a perfectly-timed email invitation that has us dragging ourselves out from under the covers and hurrying along the Edinburgh streets to arrive at Zoo Southside with minutes to spare.

We’re glad we make the effort.

Bellina Logan’s monologue, directed by Maggie Soboil, is the story of her long and sometimes difficult relationship with her late mother, Averil, an English actress living in America. Due to a brief relationship with a Black theatre director that ended in pregnancy (or as Logan puts it ‘Imagine if Maggie Smith got in on with Shaft’), Logan is born the ‘mulatto’ of the title. (And yes, that outmoded term for a person of mixed race is frowned upon now, but was in common usage back in the 1970s.)

Logan is a gifted performer, able to portray a whole collection of characters with uncanny skill. She races back and forth across the stage, giving this her all, throwing out an entire catalogue of accents and vocal mannerisms with absolute authority. Averil is perhaps best described as ‘eccentric,’ a haughty upper-class force of nature with a gift for devastating put-downs and inventive curse words. Taking Bellina along for the ride, she restlessly flits around the world whenever she feels she’s spent too long in one place and, though she claims not to even like cats, somehow manages to end up owning a whole menagerie.

Then there’s Betty, Averil’s loyal housekeeper, who has crooked teeth and therefore always covers her mouth when she speaks. And there are local shopkeepers and neighbours and people who just happen to be passing by, every one of them captured like a vivid snapshot with only the briefest gesture.

I am laughing uproariously through the first half of this and then becoming increasingly tearful as Averil begins the long slow journey towards the end of her life, the terrible inescapable descent into dementia… but it’s been wonderful spending an hour with her and her very talented daughter.

If you’re looking for something clever, funny, heartbreaking and utterly engaging, my advice is to set your alarms. Confessions of a Mulatto Love Child is well worth getting out of bed for!

4.6 stars

Philip Caveney