Unfortunately Laurence Boswell's latest production bodes ill for this scheme. An ungainly, charmless Colin Hanks, son of Tom, plays the cool, cocky Dennis to the manner unborn and inappropriate. He adopts a tone of hectoring, monotonous rant, so that his ambivalent power-relationship with Kieran Culkin's Warren neither changes nor develops. Culkin, although vocally underpowered and unchanged by loss of virginity, is the production's sad, funny, saving grace. Eyes hooded, hair tumbling over eyes, emotionally withdrawn, he resembles a battered puppy up against a mad master. Only when Alison Lohman's suitably fraught Jessica succumbs to him does happiness at last briefly intrude upon his chronic dejection.