★★★☆☆
Think what you will about this Fringe debut by Ikechukwu Ufomadu — and you will have plenty to mull on in the American actor and comic’s often daring, sometimes delightful, sometimes deathly dull hour — but you’re unlikely to think you’ve seen anything like it before. If the title seems arch, that’s nothing compared with the act.
Ufomadu makes a slow, shambling start, drifting on in a dinner suit plus trainers, holding a clipboard with some of his thoughts on laminated pages. “I’m not a comedian but I play one on stage,” he announces in the reassuringly buttery tones of some 20th-century anchorman. He enters into an extended impression of John F Kennedy. Like most of the ideas here, it goes on too long.