There are plenty of modish titles at the Fringe, but none so much as Fielding Edlow’s Gaslighting Is My Love Language, two therapy-speak terms smooshed together with the try-hard tone of Steve Buscemi asking, ‘how do you do, fellow kids?’ Actor and writer Edlow has people-pleasing cringe in spades throughout this hour, in which she barrels through troubling aspects of her marriage at the breakneck pace of a performer being paid for words by the minute.

Recently divorced, Gaslighting finds Edlow emerging from the poisonous cocoon of a toxic partner, alongside jokes that feel as though they were ripped from a failing US sitcom. Her ex does seem awful but not compelling. To complain is fine but, without the texture of what made him marriageable in the first place, he’s simply a grotesque. We’re glad Edlow’s found happiness as a singleton, but this marriage should have stayed behind closed doors. 

Fielding Edlow: Gaslighting Is My Love Language, Just The Tonic At The Grassmarket Centre, until 13 August, 7.10pm.