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Rewind: Psychoville revisited

A third season of Inside No. 9 arrives on our TV screens this month, so let's take a look back at its creators' previous comedy venture, Psychoville.

ITV hit us with another new offering in the completely pointless Edge of Heaven. Set in the titular Margate B&B the show focused on the sprawling Taylor family headed up by matriarch Julie (Camille Coduri) the co-owner of the establishment alongside her chef husband Tandeep (Nitin Kundra). Julie's two adult children still live with her and while ex-army recruit Ann-Marie (Laura Checkley) is happy to stand about and make sarcastic comments, Alfie (Blake Harrison) is planning for the future. The future that Alfie envisions involves him settled down with would-be-wife Carly (Justine Cain) but, on the eve of her wedding, she begins to doubt her love for Alfie. It's incredibly clear that Alfie belongs with Carly's friend and colleague Michelle (Louisa Lytton), but at the same time it seems that we're going to have to wait six weeks for them to figure out they like each other. The Taylor clan also includes Julie's brother 'Bald' Gary (Adrian Scarborough) and his partner 'Camp' Gary (Robert Evans) who both love watching True Blood as well as Alfie's Nanny Mo (Marcia Warren) a foul-mouthed X-Box loving pensioner.

I do wonder why Edge of Heaven was created in the first place and who exactly its marketed towards. The extended brood aspect of the show makes me think that ITV wanted this to be their version of Modern Family, but what we get instead is a bunch of clichéd characters going through the motions. It's clear that writer Robert Evans has come from children's TV as all of the Taylor family feel like stereotypes and I just didn't believe in any of them. The B&B setting is equally unnecessary with only a couple of scenes devoted to the establishment's single guest. It's a shame that talented performers such as Coduri, Scarborough and Warren have wasted their time on appearing in this nonsense. Meanwhile Harrison continues to play the same character he did in both Big Bad World and Way to Go. Ultimately, Edge of Heaven will go down as another forgettable ITV drama that I'm sure will be demolished in the ratings once Jonathan Creek returns next week.

Childhood sweethearts Alfie (Blake Harrison) and Carly are getting married, but when the latter bottles it at the altar, Alfie is flung back into the arms of his B&B-running family. Created by Stella scribe Robert Evans, everything from Alfie's outrageous grandma to Adrian Scarborough's presence as Uncle Gary, is a reminder that this is neither as sharp nor as winning as the very similar Gavin And Stacey, but the performances lift it beyond mediocrity.

There's a faint whiff of Stella-on-Sea about this retro comedy-drama starring Inbetweener Blake Harrison as lovesick puppy Alfie, whose childhood sweetheart dumps him on their wedding day. It's set in the 1980s-themed Margate guest house run by Alfie's mum Judy (Camille Coduri) - but there's a high-camp spin-off series in the making over at Alfie's uncle's flat, where True Blood causes passions to run high in a curious ménage à trois between Marcia Warren, in fine fettle as Alfie's grandma, Adrian Scarborough as Bald Uncle Gary and Robert Evans - the show's writer - as Gary's partner, Camp Gary.

It seems that ITV has noted with envy the success of some BBC sitcoms and is now trying to emulate them. First we had sitcom Vicious, about a bickering gay couple, which was quite possibly inspired by the camp Mrs Brown's Boys. Now comes this comedy drama set in an Eighties-themed B&B in Margate, which feels like it's aiming for the ensemble romcom sweetness of another BBC hit, Gavin & Stacey.

Blake Harrison (The Inbetweeners) stars as hapless hero Alfie, an asthmatic sofa salesman who is jilted at the altar, acquires an unwise tattoo and is prone to accidents. He's surrounded by a cast of caricatures: his brassy mother, long-suffering stepdad, batty gran, snarling tomboy sister (who bears an uncanny resemblance to Gavin & Stacey's Nessa) and gay uncle (Adrian Scarborough, who actually was in Gavin & Stacey).

The seaside setting and presence of random Welsh accents further fuel suspicions that someone on the production sat down with a Gavin & Stacey boxset and a notepad. Sadly, this isn't quite as warm or subtly written. Still, there are compensations: there are signs of a sweet, slowburning romance between Harrison and his ex's best friend (ex-EastEnders actress Louisa Lytton), Scarborough is waspishly good value and a ballroom dancing sub-plot will amuse Strictly fans. There are plenty of efforts to make the script seem knowingly contemporary - with references to trashy TV, Kettle Chips and vajazzles - but it all feels as dated as the B&B's Eighties decor.

Rebecca Front stars in Up the Women, written by Jessica Hynes, who co-penned the rather brilliant Spaced (1999-2001) but who, strangely, has never received the same acclaim as her co-writer Simon Pegg.

Up the Women is traditional in its format - it's set mostly in one room, in this instance a village hall where the Bunbury Intricate Crafts Circle meet. It's 1910, and one of BICC's members, Margaret (Hynes) has been seduced by Suffragettism while on a day trip to London. The group's self-appointed bossy-boots leader Helen (Front), meanwhile, is having none of it when Margaret meekly suggests the group might support women's emancipation - "Women should not have the vote. We are simple, emotional creatures."

Margaret is a brainy woman who has long since accepted that women must always defer to men, even those markedly less intelligent, and a good running gag involved her explaining electricity to the overbearing caretaker (Adrian Scarborough), who was struggling to fit a new-fangled lightbulb.

The characters - particularly Vicki Pepperdine's toothy spinster - are drawn in broad strokes, and occasionally the humour (peonies being misheard for penis, for instance) is groaningly obvious. But there are some neat lines too, and superb acting from a fantastic cast who look like they're enjoying themselves, including Judy Parfitt doing a nice turn as Helen's decidedly naughty mother, Myrtle, sexually liberated long before the term was invented by the Pankhursts' spiritual daughters. Worth staying with.