A kind of arty High Fidelity about films, this one-man show follows the floundering figure of Alex.

Alex works in a North London video store with uncompromising film freak Elvis (not THE Elvis), who has disappeared.

There are quite serious delves into themes such as dead-end jobs, loneliness and film snobbery which, coupled with the single figure on stage, can make it a little intense at times.

But a powerful performance by Nick Whitefield and genuinely hilarious and quirky humour serve to lighten the load.

The laughs also serve as a way to access more serious stuff. The constant reference to and analysis of films is hilarious - especially if you've seen the film in question - but it also highlights Alex's tendency to get lost in a celluloid reality rather than his own.

The three home movies scattered among the monologue are visually and atmospherically effective, especially the mini-movie created by Alex showing his baby son murdering his mother which should be sinister but is, instead, delightfully daft and hilarious.

This is a play which requires you to keep your wits.

It veers too far into the bizarre and obscure at times, such as when referring to Elvis' disappearance, although at others, especially when depicting fatherhood and the deterioration of Alex's relationship into "child management", it hits the poignantly human nail on the head.