One Monkey Don't Stop No Show, Tricycle Theatre, London, review Most of the action is set in the ostentatiously posh home of the Harrisons, "the most respectable middle-class black family in Philadelphia." The father is a prominent pastor, his wife a snobbish Mrs Malaprop-like harridan who memorably informs a baffled guest that "most people say thank you when you offer them hostility" before snobbishly declaring: "We have a position in society ... and I don't just mean black society." But their preppy, engagingly nerdy son has impregnated his girlfriend, and when the pastor's niece arrives, an apparently innocent country girl from the South whose father has just died, she falls for a louche nightclub owner. Meanwhile, the reverend himself suddenly comes on like a love god to his appalled wife when he chances upon his son's copy of The Joy of Sex. The humour is broad and a cracking company play it for all its worth. Jocelyn Jee Esien delivers a comic tour de force as the pastor's wife, at one point carefully placing a handkerchief on her shoulder before allowing an upset guest to cry on it. Karl Collins is wonderfully funny too as her priapic preacher of a husband and there are winning performances from Rebecca Scroggs as the hick from the sticks in denim overalls who proves both genuinely touching and unexpectedly savvy, and Clifford Samuel as the cool dude nightclub owner for whom she proves more than a match. The whole show goes with a tremendous swing, its sharp wit matched with a genuine generosity of spirit. Tickets: 020 7328 1000; tricycle.co.uk