This affectionate spoof of British 1950s sci-fi films is, at best, amiable tosh.
Star rating: **
Venue: Assembly Roxy (Venue 139)
But it adds precisely zilch to such well-worn territory. Though gamely performed by three agreeable actors, it’s wearily over-reliant on self-reflexive gags about clunky exposition and outdated social attitudes.
Inventively staged using nothing more than cardboard boxes, an ironing board and a Dustbuster, it’s still weak, arch, pedestrian stuff.
Until 29 August. Today 11:50am.