Showing posts with label Sitcom. Show all posts
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Saturday, 21 April 2018

TV Review: THE BUTTON + HOME FROM HOME + WANNABE


This article was originally published in The Courier on 21st April 2018.


THE BUTTON: Friday, BBC One

HOME FROM HOME: Friday, BBC One

WANNABE: Friday, BBC One


In the competitive realm of TV game shows, the simplest formats reign supreme. The only exception to this rule was the inscrutable 3-2-1, which managed to survive for ten years despite no one ever knowing what the hell was going on.

The canny minds behind cult Dave hit Taskmaster know a good, simple idea when they find one, as they proved yet again with their new BBC bauble THE BUTTON.

A literal manifestation of fun for all the family, it involves five broods from around the UK undertaking various challenges at exactly the same time from the comfort of their own living rooms. The winning family earns a large cash prize, the losers get nothing.

They receive their instructions from a shiny plastic box crowned with a mushroom-shaped button. When the button – or rather, The Button; he’s a character voiced by comedian and series co-creator Alex Horne - turns red they must spring into action. Once they’ve completed the round, they press The Button again. The quickest family to do so wins.

That’s all there is to it, but it makes for cheerful, undemanding viewing.

Challenges in the first episode included building a free-standing tower from cans, books and pillows that was taller than the tallest person in the household (this led to the depressing spectacle of one contestant shrieking, “We don’t have any books!”), bouncing a ping pong ball into a cup, reciting the entire alphabet backwards without saying any of the vowels, and stuffing a mound of huge inflatables into their homes.


This harmless bit of fun benefits from a refreshing lack of cynicism. Horne never mocks the contestants, and even when they get to watch and sometimes laugh at their rivals in action, it’s all done in a spirit of friendly competition.

Pre-watershed game shows are notoriously hard to get right – the grim animatronic spectre of Don’t Scare The Hare still looms large – but the BBC have probably got a hit on their hands here. You can guarantee that children up and down the land will be urging their parents to apply.

It will also lead inevitably to the TV-eating-itself weirdness of the families from Gogglebox watching the families from The Button. We’re through the looking glass, people.

BBC One’s new Friday night schedule continued with a pair of debuting sitcoms. The first, HOME FROM HOME is a class-based comedy set in a Lake District holiday park.


The presence of Johnny Vegas suggests that it might have some bite and bitter pathos. It doesn’t. It’s a gentle gust of nothing in particular. Despite offering Vegas another opportunity to riff on his lovable sad-sack persona, the mild scripts by Coronation Street writers Simon Crowther and Chris Fewtrell are beneath him.

The supporting cast, which includes Emilia Fox as a snooty neighbour and Susan Calman as a conspiracy theorist, also do what they can, but Home From Home is a featherweight waste of their talents. It’s means no harm, but it doesn’t raise so much as a titter or indulgent smile. Still, lovely scenery.

It’s slightly better than WANNABE, however, which follows a selfish, deluded and bitter ex-member of a forgotten girl band who decides to make an unbidden comeback.


Although competently performed by Nicholas ‘Nathan Barley’ Burns and co-writer Lily Brazier, this mean-spirited confection leans far too heavily on Gervais-esque tics and his worn-out themes. It’s the pointless David Brent film starring a middle-class mum. No one needs this.

Saturday, 24 February 2018

TV Review: TROY: FALL OF A CITY + HOLD THE SUNSET + MUM


This article was originally published in The Courier on 24th February 2018.


TROY: FALL OF A CITY: Saturday, BBC One

HOLD THE SUNSET: Sunday, BBC One

MUM: Tuesday, BBC Two


For the love of Zeus, has the BBC lost its mind? It’s ploughed a heaving galleon of cash into the supposed Saturday night blockbuster TROY: FALL OF A CITY, a ham-fisted endurance test steered by one-dimensional characters and an incompetent grasp of narrative.

The Iliad is one of the greatest stories ever told, an epic poem packed with drama, action and romance, but you won’t find any of that in this dreary retelling by David ‘The Night Manager’ Farr. His turgid script sucks every droplet of juice from the saga.

It’s the polar opposite of Britannia, Sky’s current drama about the Roman conquest of Britain, which tackles ancient history with an entertaining swirl of energy and wit. Farr’s po-faced dud moves at a snail’s pace. It’s a bellicose bore, overwrought and undercooked.

The love affair between Paris and Helen has all the erotically-charged zeal of a wet bus. The leads have no chemistry. Paris wanders around like a bewildered Dave Lee Travis, glowering through his beard by torchlight. An emu turned up at one point, before an orgy scene, and looked suitably ashamed. Forgive him, please, as prominent roles for emus are thin on the ground. He has to eat.

I actually became angry while watching this failed attempt to emulate the success of Game Of Thrones. All that money wasted on a badly written drama of interminable proportions. Revolutions have been founded on less.

Still, never mind. Here’s another gentle sitcom set in affluent middle-class suburbia.
HOLD THE SUNSET is chiefly notable for being the first sitcom John Cleese has starred in since Fawlty Towers ended in 1979.


His character, a genial retiree with a twinkly line in dry sarcasm, couldn’t be further removed from Basil, so he needn’t worry about comparisons. It does follow his almost mathematical approach to farce in that it starts slowly and gradually escalates, but the tone is wry rather than manic. It is, most assuredly, not trying to be a grey pound Fawlty Towers.

Python associate Charles McKeown has devised a fairly amusing set of scripts about an older couple – Cleese co-stars with Alison Steadman – dealing with dysfunctional middle-aged children. Jason Watkins adds a tragicomic note of cheerful anxiety as a man going through a mid-life crisis. The stellar cast also includes Rosie Cavaliero and Joanna Scanlan.

You can’t argue with that talent, but you can take issue with the fact that Hold The Sunset is decidedly average. It’s neither bad nor great. It just meanders in the middle-ground, and suffers in comparison to MUM, another sitcom that unfolds in real time within one suburban setting.


Deeper and funnier than Hold The Sunset, Mum proves that it’s possible to create a non-bland comedy in which almost every character is a nice person. Even the titular mum’s snooty sister-in-law elicits sympathy, as she’s clearly so unhappy.

The brilliant Lesley Manville plays the recently widowed Cathy, who patiently endures an inadvertent assault of condescension from her amiably oblivious adult son and his sweet but dim girlfriend. Peter Mullan, his kindly face crinkled with pathos, plays Cathy’s old friend and would-be romantic partner. Manville and Mullan can say so much without words. That’s what Mum is about: a polite failure to communicate deep-seated feelings.

It’s a lovable little gem full of subtle character beats. Spending time with these people is a delight. If you haven’t already done so, I urge you to make its acquaintance.