Caesar Twins

Las Vegas meets Edinburgh - sort of. The Caesar Twins come over as a sort of Siegfried and Roy of acrobatics, without the high glamour or the white tigers but with a cut-price campness that can be endearing but is mostly irritating.

In the brochure they are filed under comedy but the only laughs I detected, apart from a mildly amusing shadow routine, came from Little Titch on an old black and white movie and from the wondrously ugly costumes they wore much of the time.

Don't get me wrong, there are some very good gymnastic acrobatics on show, particularly a bouncing somersaulting routine. I'm not for a moment doubting their genuine skills but the uses they put them to have neither high show-business glamour nor spectacularly dramatic thrills.

No matter how loud or portentous the music, a display of synchronous acrobatics in a large transparent goldfish bowl doesn't do anything except get the stage very wet.

There's some nice aerial stuff; a lot of business where their twinness is heavily played for laughs (but doesn't get many); an 'embarrass an audience member' routine that goes nowhere; a comic fight routine that goes on far too long and some mildly amusing stuff on an upside-down bicycle.

The best bit by far is the genuinely moving sequence in mime dealing with the appalling circus fall that one of them suffered.

The large crowd seemed to enjoy themselves but I left this empty show annoyed that nowhere on stage, on poster or on programme (there wasn't one) were we told the name of either the female vocalist/acrobat or the sax player. I hope they are being well paid to be anonymous.