My Sexual Abuse: The Sitcom review – a unique, bruisingly raw excavation of trauma
The IndependentGet our free weekly email for all the latest cinematic news from our film critic Clarisse Loughrey Get our The Life Cinematic email for free Get our The Life Cinematic email for free SIGN UP I would like to be emailed about offers, events and updates from The Independent. Read our privacy policy “Mark, why are you doing this?” Mark O’Sullivan asks himself this in the opening moments of My Sexual Abuse: The Sitcom. When O’Sullivan tells her his sitcom plans, she responds with a very polite, mildly baffled: “Oh, right!” The cameras then follow him into the rehearsal room, to grapple with some of his creative choices. Because, he reckons, it’s a good way to show that “it can and does happen anywhere, to anyone” – even in an ostensibly normal, cheery family home. The court case, we learn, “cut the family in half”, with some of them siding with O’Sullivan’s abuser.
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