Jump, Peacock Theatre, London

As the fans already yellingly know, Jump is back at the Peacock Theatre for the next two months. For the uninitiated, let me advise you that this is a view of Korean family life most notable for aggression as affection, with head-banging, kick-boxing, karate-chopping and sword-fighting as the domestic norm. It is brash, damnably loud, timed to a microsecond and more predictable than Neighbours, though less rampantly psychotic, and for the most part cheerily enjoyable. (Ideal for teenagers and just beyond, who were in tucks of hysterical laughter at Wednesday’s performance.)

I think it fun, most especially in its second part, where we are treated to a return of the slapstick drama concerning two burglars (one sharp; one blunt as a meringue) who get their come-uppance when they break into this minimally-but-hideously decorated Korean home. The jokes do not take us by surprise – they were whiskered when the Keystone Cops were at it – but the verve with which they are thrown at us, the extraordinary timing of just-missed-you blows and vicious assault with anything that comes to hand, demands all our admiration. I much enjoyed the playing of Tae-Hun Kim as the visiting Son-in-Law, who is Clark Kent to the life. Bespectacled, he is a timorous soul; glasses off, he demonstrates ferocious energy and also an elegance in pulling off his Superman feats of skill.

Seek not for any other sophistication, but marvel, in the final section of the evening, at the acrobatic feats, the wonderfully resilient physiques of these players as they offer a brief but Olympian display of skill, spinning and flying over the stage, and intermittently trying to walk up walls.

Tel +44 (0)870 737 7737