Anybody who has had the pleasure of meeting Frankly off the stage would know that this self-confessed chaos demon always has a hilarious word to say about a lot of things that life brings her way. In Scold’s Bridle Frankly brings focus to her chaotic life and has her aim fairly and squarely aimed at men. Don’t bring any of your “I’m a nice guy” nonsense to this show because Frankly will shoot you down before the words even finish coming out of your mouth. This is a woman who is sick of the entitlement that men have received (since they were boys) and has her own tragic story to tell about it. 

Truth be told, seedoeatreview already saw this show last year at the Cabaret Fringe Festival. It was under a different title (Dig Up The Hatchet) and contained the real, raw emotion of Frankly experiencing domestic violence at the hands of an ex-boyfriend. Winning the Frank Ford Award (best show in the festival) for her story and performance, she took the show to Melbourne before bringing it back to S.A. for the final time at the Adelaide Fringe Festival.

This is a more polished product than what I witnessed last year. On the stage at My Lover Cindi Frankly seems more comfortable sharing her uncomfortable story and you can actually feel her anger at the enablers of men as she conducts her 60-minute performance. Last year’s show left me on the verge of tears, but this year I prepared myself for what would be revealed. It was to no avail though; this remarkable woman has an uncanny ability to touch your heart even when what she says is dripping in sarcasm and biting humour. Scold’s Bridle may have been put to bed on Saturday night but Frankly’s story will live with me forever.

FIVE STARS *****