Whiplash is unlike anything else you'll see this Fringe. It's a unique blend of physical theatre, spoken word and magical realism. It's Wizard of Oz meets Innerspace, with a dash of Rick & Morty. It's an internal battle (quite literally) between a man's evolution and his contemporary expectations.

Scotty's on a date when his heart gets up and wanders off.  He does the only thing one can do in such a situation. He goes up and inside (yes, that way) to track Heart down. Following a trail of memories – a long brown hair, a magnifying glass, a boogie board caught in a rip – Scotty hunts for Heart and battles himself, his former selves, his Brain and his Balls along the way.

Whiplash offers an honest glimpse into the turmoil men face as they struggle to realign with today's expectations for interacting with women. Admitting to sexual assault in front of a live audience can't be easy, but it’s important to tell these stories too.

The physicality of this show is quite a brilliant way to engage in feminist conversation from a man's perspective. Scott Sneddon has a gift for physical theatre, conveying with surprising clarity his manoeuvrings inside his own body.

Sneddon's script is funny and weird, engaging and clever. It would benefit from just a bit of tightening up, particularly in the opening sequence to get the audience on board with the unexpected concept sooner. Some references to the feminist message felt over-explained, but then again, I am already in the choir.

As a woman, it's reassuring to see a man creating honest art about trying to "unfuck" himself, and realising, finally, that maybe he just needs to listen.


Whiplash is showing at the Wine Centre for two weeks only, so be quick. You can purchase tickets here.