MENTION Moliere and the tendency is to think of an outdated -- but worthy -- comedy. But to do so is to undermine the writer's genius for tapping into quirky, funny human nature, which regardless of history remains pretty much the same.

There is nothing stuffy about Moliere's work. Far from it. And anyone passing by The Octagon last night would have to bear testimony to that fact.

The echoes of pure laughter were there for all to hear around the theatre for a play which borders at times on slapstick and farce. This was proof enough that Moliere's sparkling wit can thrive with any century's audience.

The fact that this play is the product of a lively translation by Ranjit Bolt adds to its charm.

The action follows Monsieur Argan, a grumpy old man, who desperately wants to marry off his daughter, Angelique, to a doctor's son. Argan is a hypochondriac and so his obsession with the match is far from selfless.

But Angelique loves another. Argan's woes are further added to by his scheming wife and her attempts to bleed him dry of his fortune.

There is a feeling of pure fun about this production, directed by The Octagon's artistic director, Mark Babych, which at times descends into basic silliness.

Michael Mears in the lead role of Argan makes a welcome return to Bolton. He was a popular face at the theatre during the 1980s and his obvious relish at playing this role adds to the delight.

Each of the cast was terrific. Vincent Penfold was excellent in several roles, particularly as the almost Boris Karlof like Thomas Diaforus, the doctor's son. He was also excellent as the dark and sinister Dr Purgit.

The end result is a thoroughly entertaining night out with plenty of laughs. This is an imaginative adaptation of a play written -- amazingly -- in the Seventeenth Century, which above all else is just pure fun.

Beverly Greenberg