In this debut hour loosely built around a childhood appearance in Richard Curtis’ film Love Actually, Lulu Popplewell attempts to marry up that trauma-ridden experience with an even more harrowing journey to sobriety and self-acceptance. But while the London stand-up manages to keep things light and fluffy with fun multimedia components, a lack of flow and original writing handicaps this otherwise solid concept.

Actually, Actually is at its strongest when that 2003 film is being explored, whether through a factually accurate yet hilarious synopsis of the plot or via character analysis through the lens of different addictions (Alan Rickman’s character is hooked on shopping for women). But it’s when Popplewell veers away from romcom territory that things derail. A lack of assurance on stage, suggested by constant caveats and apologies for covering serious topics, kills momentum, leaving Popplewell grasping for the next Love Actually-themed set-piece to wrap everything in that signature red bow. 

Lulu Popplewell: Actually, Actually, Pleasance Courtyard, until 27 August, 4.35pm.