Alexis Dubus: Marcel Lucont Is @ Pleasance Dome

Details matter in characterisation. From the moment he steps on stage, the insouciance of Marcel Lucont is perfectly captured in the stride, posture and wine glass sitting on his palm like an ornament. A little sweep of the hands, as if batting away the audience in contempt, is accentuated by the slender fingers of Marcel's creator Alexis Dubus.

There is poetry and a memoir recited from a chaise longue (of exactly the right shade of rouge) and a superb prerecorded survey of the differing British and French responses to the question 'Why?'

It is a well structured hour with terrific range. Yet, as Dubus' popularity increases he would do well not to listen to this audience. An odd phenomenon happens when a large convivial crowd, eager with anticipation, conspire to laugh with generous ease. Some elements of this show are a questionable fit when coming from the Frenchman. The lyrics for a song about food is of plain Middle England anxieties rather than a French contempt for British cuisine. And, would pride allow Lucont to name a German as one of his favourite philosophers?

This is to quibble a five-star character in a great show. Dubus will be more au fait with his creation than anybody, but as his Marcel continues to be more successful every detail must ring true. Book ahead, arrive early, sit close enough to appreciate the immaculate purple suit and enjoy this show, for Marcel Lucont is a character almost as perfect as he thinks he is.