Lepage's vision of a sombre, alienated, lonesome Paris of emails, mobile phones and video sex is realised with dazzling theatrical fluency. The actor slips between leather jackets, top hats, conversations, subway trains and parks. Thanks to computer graphics' illusionary persuasiveness, his feet seem to resound on the steps of a sumptuous museum. Gay peep-show scenes fade out into another world. The final, ominous scene functions, like the show itself, as a revelatory blast.