DAVE Benson's tragic comedy of tortured genius Kenneth Williams is just as much about the author as the Carry On entertainer.

That's probably just as well, because it is in the moments when Benson

becomes himself - rather than an impersonation of Williams - that this

one-man show really hits the heights.

Williams had a manner, a presence and a voice that was destined to be mimicked. Benson's take on the camp star, relaying his inner thoughts and fears, is a fine attempt at recreating the genius wit who was racked with

insecurities.

It is as if the man himself is on stage, as Benson morphs with ease between

wide-eyed fan and the repressed, sometimes charming, but usually rude actor.

It takes just the nasal whine, and the familiar catchphrases, to send a

small but appreciative audience into fits of laughter.

It is here where the show's true irony lies. While as Williams, we are only

really engaged when the "star" is badly behaved and predictable. When Benson

takes over, he is instantly funny and dynamic - a brilliant performer.

Williams longed to be recognised for his 'true' acting talent. Benson has

his character off to a tee, but it is because we can't lose our stereotype

of Williams that the performance is more farce than forceful.

Benson's affinity with Williams, his compassion for him, particularly in

the way he deals with his untimely end, defines a classic solo show.

But it is as much Benson as Williams that makes this a real hit.

Updated: 15:36 Wednesday, May 19, 2004