The best thing about B A Robertson's chamber musical about JFK and his one time lover Inga Arvad is its use of contemporary film, including footage of the Dallas assassination. Nothing that takes place on stage can compete with a projected snippet from a public information film dating from the Cuban missile crisis telling the American public what to do in case of nuclear attack. Hide behind a wall, apparently.
Unfortunately Robertson's musical is very much on the anaemic side as it has JFK's former lover looking on from afar (well California, actually) as her golden boy gets the presidency bought for him by father Joe, transforms himself into a man of the people and gets shot down.
The Icarus metaphor is a little obvious, and after a while one love song sounds pretty much like another, although the show does succeed in suggesting that for all his many faults as a man, in losing JFK America lost if not the best part of itself, certainly its innocence. But it is a one-sided affair in which the president barely figures on stage and although Katrine Lunde is very good as Inga the show has no real centre to give it substance.
· Until August 27. Box office: 0131 668 1633
