Theatre review: There's Something Missing, Zoo Playground, Edinburgh

There is a stage within this room, of course, but it's only made superficial use of; instead, what we experience here feels as much like a piece of street theatre or eccentric comedy club playfulness as traditional theatre.

Or maybe it's just a sense of human connection which the two men before us are lacking. We're confronted, first of all, with two equally-sized, upright wooden boxes painted in a perfect white. With a start, they sprout jazz hands, and turn with an awkward wobble to face us. Within each is a man, sitting hunched up in an almost fetal position. They begin by just talking, addressing the audience, asking us questions, and then move into monologues which collide and overlap, and sometimes become a dialogue. One is a motormouth, twitchily regaling us with the rules of Magic the Gathering and other fantasy games; the other is quieter, more dreamily self-possessed, although even his tale of simply climbing a flight of stairs feels endlessly repetitive.