My children told it was unfunny, so I didn't watch the first few, but I'm just trying to watch this week's. It's appalling, isn't it? The sketches meander in and meander out, and within four minutes we're into a second-hand, third-rate Austen spoof, which wasn't funny the first three hundred times it was performed by French and Saunders, with extra lack of invention of "Austen characters talking dirty" idea plagiarised directly from Armstrong and Miller. The sketch about receptionists would fit smoothly into 1978. Damien Hurst? Is he still alive? Undercover Millionaire? That was on a few years ago, wasn't it? If you're going to spoof black and white Truffaut, then two "style of film-making" spoofs in the first ten minutes is pretty desperate stuff. The "schoolgirls in a shop" thing was shockingly bad, to the point that even the dubbed laughter sounded uneasy. The National Trust sketch was either something Victoria Wood has done, or a direct clone, and even the voice of the volunteer was pure Julie Walters. By the time it got to the endless James Bond thing, which the "Show Choir" at my children's school would make more of, I'd had too much.
Shocking. Why do the BBC commission this sort of stuff? It's a collection of sketches, few of them funny, few of them original, all of them too long, aimed at targets so long in the tooth that you can imagine the authors desperately removing references to Ted Heath while quickly word-processing them from dusty old carbon copies.
Anyway, middle-class families don't pay at National Trust properties; they just wave their membership cards. Miss.
Quote: youngian @ March 5 2012, 10:28 PM GMT
Their Smith-Jones/Morecambe and Wise type banter has really good chemistry.
Banter? BANTER? You mean the completely scripted appearances of the two of them together, in which the editing removes any vestige of timing so that all the "jokes" (and you can recognise them by their structure, rather than by the laughter) fall leaden on the floor? The opening sketch about their anniversary was cringe-worthy, because it existed only in the minds of comedy writers (people might celebrate the first anniversary of their meeting, but not the twentieth, and as the performers are clearly in their mid-thirties there's something really implausible about the basic proposition) and (b) had no punch line anyway. Perhaps it was meant to set up sexual tension? A long-running gag in which the blonde one wants to shag the brunette one but it's not reciprocated? No. It was just there, on the floor, leading nowhere.
If it takes performers multiple takes and a trip to the edit suite to make three minutes of TV in which they talk to each other, there's something profoundly wrong. Eric and Ernie just had a camera pointed at them, did a couple of takes and put the best one on air, and Smith and Jones did those monologues in one take as well. In this show, the opening dialogue is a succession of fairly harsh edits, mostly covered by laughter, clearly stitching it together from multiple takes. If they can't do a two-hander for a couple of minutes without needing editing afterwards, it's a pretty poor show. And if they're going to do edits, can they make them slightly less obtrusive?