Who knew ennui could be so entertaining? Seymour adroitly demolishes the stock characters and hoary conventions of the good old-fashioned living room play.

This is a funny, modern Theatre of the Absurd riff which reminds me of The Bald Soprano in its obsession with banality, indifference, and, in this case, upper middle-class boredom. And it has a gun. And sex. And a love triangle.

Ah, the repetitions, the banality, the emptiness! BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE IN A LIVING ROOM DOING NOTHING seems as if some yesteryear has crept into the present - through sheer apathy, through sheer want of a motive. Is Alec Seymour mocking Chekhov’s Three Sisters - as the references suggest? Or plays that come from character when the characters have nothing to offer? This is a fascinating satire that gives three actors so much to play with. Pass the rifle. You can almost feel the boredom in the room.