Go Caracas! first saw the light of day as an anarchic piece of buffoonery developed in collaboration with Paul Hunter of Told By An Idiot. Since then it has undergone a metamorphosis and, under the direction of Javier Marzan of Peepolykus, has emerged as a rather jolly piece of tomfoolery that merges end-of-the-pier verbal humour with robust physical comedy.

Gone are the dark and menacing undertones of the original and in their place is a narrative that contains many elements of classic British farce: mistaken identities, a ludicrous love triangle, and enough entrances and exits to confuse Brian Rix. The characters are stereotypes of sitcom and music hall – the sexually frustrated matron, the cuckolded husband who doubles as a dangerous foreigner, and a bumbling policeman. Most of the action takes place in a barber's shop, providing plenty of opportunity for Gaulier-style repetition, verbal japes and visual jokes built around wigs, moustaches and cut-throat razors. The stepping-out-of-the-action finale could be seen as a victory for postmodern de-constructionist technique or a nod in the direction of Frankie Howard, depending on your viewpoint.

Although I would have liked to have seen more of the darker elements retained from the original version, I enjoyed the show and take my hat off to Facepack Theatre – or should that be my wig? Go Caracas! will be touring again in the summer-go see.