At the top of his hour, Dominic Holland calls Eclipsed a “remarkable story, if not a remarkable show”. And he's spot-on. The way he tells it, the ascent to stardom of his son Tom, the current movie incarnation of Spiderman, has indeed been unlikely, confounding his father at every turn. Yet at 50, Holland, once the coming man of the Fringe and a fêted young Turk when he first played Edinburgh in 1993, is content to plough a furrow of MoR stand-up, trusting in his tried and tested middle-aged, middle-class shtick about being outwitted by his four sons, waking up to pee in the night and his frustrations with modern technology. While he may have underestimated Tom, he doesn't make the same mistake with his audience, spoon-feeding them relatable tales about the charity shop run and going to garden centres that aspire to nothing more than fleeting amusement.
Perhaps because of his son's relatively brief acting career, paternal protection or simply out of a desire to reaffirm his own showbusiness credentials, we learn more about Tom's résumé than we do his personality. Holland scarcely bothers to affect the envy that his show suggests it needs, his love-hate relationship with his children comfortably parked in grumpy old man territory, even when a broken leg briefly threatens to serve up a more interesting anecdote. Given the incredible turn his family life has taken, it's mildly depressing, if appropriate for this show's conceit, that you suspect Holland could have written it during the toilet break interruptions to his sleep.