To say Crime of Passion is about a jilted guy who murders his girlfriend is to oversimplify this clever one-man musical. Our lonely anti-hero finds, loses and then kills his love, developing an obsession along the way with French serial killer Eugene Weidmann. Accompanied by a piano, he creates his tortured world in a mostly all-sung, non-stop blur of soliloquising self-pity.

Remarkable arranger and pianist Oliver Probst starts with Astor Piazzolla's tunes, harnessing the tango master's macabre essence to suspenseful effect. When these run out, Schönberg and Boublil of Les Misérables fame are brought in, and their stock mix of key-shifting speech-song and quiet, sweet melody wears a little thin.

Pierre Phillipe's words are a torrential gush of social realism which would do Zola proud. Up-and-coming French star Jerome Pradon chews up the stage in a white T-shirt (red one for the murder) and never seems to stop, pause or even breathe. It is a gift of a role, and a pleasure to see such a talented performer tear into it.

Until 27 August.