Chris Cox’s extraordinary mind-reading display forced me to reconsider my review star-rating policy, as five stars seem almost too miserly for this show. An endearing boy-next-door version of the unnervingly sinister Derren Brown, Cox had dozens of baffling tricks up his sleeve during this performance, and it couldn’t have been coincidental when each one was executed to perfection. Long before the stunning grand finale, his illusions were so consistently astounding that the magical and remarkable became commonplace and customary. For example, shortly after revealing the mobile number of an unsuspecting audience member, Cox demonstrated that he had memorised seemingly every detail in this year’s colossal Fringe programme. ‘Fatal Distraction’ is listed on page 57 – book your ticket immediately.
