If the text of this new play, created jointly by "desperate optimists" and the Dublin Youth Theatre, is representative of the concerns and behaviour of young Dubliners (and there is no reason to think that it is not), then these young people are leading a pretty bleak and baffling existence. But they are to the forefront of that growing fashion in contemporary theatre which concentrates on form and effects to the detriment of content and substance.

They assemble in a video and audio studio to enact six or seven vignettes of life, but there is no apparent connection between most of the video and any of the audio while the vignettes are enacted (presumably purposefully) without any dramatic intonations being applied to the words which are "read" from what might be video scripts on the long classroom-like desk at which they sit almost motionless and without emotion.

It is the antithesis of the lively interactive and animated theatre of the kind which eager audiences have been accustomed to enjoy from the Dublin Youth Theatre. Here, it is as if they are mummified in their electronic technology and deadened by their imposed techniques of stilted and unprojected speech, even as they recount with remarkable dullness their various sexual encounters and complications. Some will find their language gratuitously offensive, although it sounds authentic in the context in which it offered.

The nine very committed performers are Glen Barry, Paul Butler, Patrick Bridgeman, Shane Carr, Mick Carroll, Fiona Carruthers, Aoife Moriarty and Kevin Sherwin and they have a small legion of collaborators on video and off stage. The performance lasts for 75 minutes without an interval. What they have attempted is admirable but, except for a brief enlivening dance number, disappointingly untheatrical.

Runs until Saturday. To book phone (01-874 4045)