It’s not often you walk out of a cinema or theatre, or finish watching something on Netflix and think ‘wow, everyone should watch this’, but Lizzy Connolly’s witty, funny, clever, poignant, sad, mad, cute and angry show Tink at the Tobacco Factory provided one of those moments.
Perhaps it was because I wasn’t expecting much. A one-woman show which promised a sort-of re-telling of a different fairy called Tink didn’t seem to hold promise. The word ‘patriarchy’ was mentioned. I put on a metaphorical seatbelt and prepared to be lectured.
Instead, I was entranced. Written by prolific writer Lizzy Connolly, who then directed the outrageously talented Kat Kleve in the role of Tink, this play was simply brilliant.
