There is a serious play buried deep inside The Accidental Pervert, now at The Players Theatre Loft, but writer/performer Andrew Goffman is content to gently sideswipe the profound points of his story and go for laughs instead. And there are plenty of laughs, although his self-deprecating comedy is fundamentally built on a single joke. The end result is cute, in a disgusting sort of way.

There are probably millions upon millions of young boys who stumbled upon their father's skin magazines, dirty movie collections, or French postcards. Very few of them, however, had the same obsessive reaction as the 11-year-old Goffman, who found his father's X-rated videos and subsequently studied them vi[...]