In a festival that seems in danger of disappearing up its own backside as pieces about acting play to audiences made up almost entirely of actors, George Dillon's one-man show about the highs and lows of being an actor should be missable. That it isn't is a tribute to his source material - Steven Berkoff's painfully funny novel - and the fact that it allows Dillon to do what he does best: overact.
Working-class Harry becomes an actor against the odds, but finds that he suffers for his art. Up against Oxbridge prejudice, the indifference of agents and the possibility of 10 weeks playing the hind legs of a donkey, Harry finally gives his last and best performance at Leicester Square tube station. The portrait of the descent from bright-eyed hopeful to desperate depressive rings true. One show that all those Edinburgh hopefuls should see.
Till Sunday. Box office: 0131-667 2212.
