A glorious send-up of trauma porn that’s nevertheless also a touching tribute to a late father, Simon David’s Dead Dad Show may not be the Olivier-sweeping masterpiece its deflecting, egocentric protagonist imagines it to be. But it’s a fabulously funny and full-hearted piece of work.

Through successive repackaging of his story, ranging from a big, brash, glitteringly dumb Billy Elliot/Everybody’s Talking About Jamie parody, via a wide-eyed, coming-of-age, Rent-style blizzard of bumming and blowjobs in New York, a hack Netflix stand-up special, and over-earnest Fringe play and performance dance piece, David commands his stage, He’s a camp, charismatic maelstrom of song and movement, even if spoofing his source material with loving attention to detail.

From each ill-advised incarnation to the next, David is in phone conversation with his despairing agent, whose exhortations for him to get a grip and stop treating the audience as his therapist and some pain-suppressant route to stardom, ultimately gives way to more carefully tailored advice and the realisation that he needs to let his late father express himself. A moving meditation on grief, identity and ambition delivered as a scattergun showbusiness spectacle, Dead Dad Show is a laugh-packed, emotional ride.

Simon David: Dead Dad Show, Underbelly Bristo Square, until 27 August, 8.15pm.