Alfred Molina

Dawn French and Alfred Molina's dour "comedy" spent half an hour on a row about a fridge last week; tonight, it's about the dining room curtains - though of course, it turns into something much more meaningful than whether the fabric is hanging correctly. Despite the intimacy of the home setting and the real-time unfolding of events, it's been hard to feel connected to Roger and Val. It's all so stagey and ever-so-slightly pleased with itself.

"Why are we standing here, two grown people, having a row about fish fingers?" Alfred Molina and Dawn French continue to carry this downbeat comedy with admirable restraint, tonight having an argument over Roger's bonsai seeds being in the same fridge that Val has put the tea in. It's stagey, due to its minimal set and cast, but there's a warm familiarity to its homely setting that somehow makes it work.

Pedantic botanist Roger (Alfred Molina) returns home from work to find his wife Val (Dawn French) has put his fish finger supper in the fridge strictly reserved for his seedlings. The ensuing row encompasses warring water voles, the colour of the living room sofa, and cheese and onion crisps. With just two characters and one set, this comedy series verges on the stagey. The performances, however, are finely nuanced, and the script expertly highlights the intimacies shared by long-standing couples. "You look great in a cagoule," Roger tells Val tenderly.

Tonight Roger and Val have a row. But being the characters they are, it's a slightly hopeless and unimpressive row about fish fingers, and it leaves them wishing they had more glamorous rows, as they imagine their friends do. It's hard to think of another sitcom covering this kind of territory (the episode is subtitled 'The Unglamorous Row'). In its muted character comedy Roger and Val recalls other works from Hugo Blick (the executive producer here) such as Sensitive Skin (with Joanna Lumley) and Marion and Geoff (with Rob Brydon). The laughs come from minutiae, in this case the trivial details of the way two long-married, idiosyncratic characters interact, biting off the ends of their own sentences when they're cross, stirring a teaspoon with aggressive intent or lying about something minor just to score a point. As slightly pompous, easily riled Roger, Alfred Molina is wonderful, his every mannerism believable. If he doesn't remind you of someone you know, count yourself lucky. And if, gentlemen of a certain age, he reminds you of yourself at all, you're probably not alone.

Being a TV previewer is a bit like being a royal food-taster. It's our job to sample what's on offer so you don't have to. So it's only fair we give Dawn French's new vehicle a second crack of the whip.

The bad news is it's a comedy in the same way some Shakespeare plays are comedies - that is, in the Not Even Slightly Funny way. But if you're single and miserable, you should be hugely cheered by seeing that being married can be way more tedious than living on your own.

Tonight Roger (Alfred Molina) is in a huff with Val because she's put some fish fingers and frozen peas in the special fridge he uses for his bonsai seeds. And we also learn that Val is a cookery and home-making teacher. In which case, doesn't she know that frozen food goes in the freezer - not the fridge? And what's she doing serving fish fingers for tea in the first place?

If that sounds like I'm being overly pernickety, then half an hour in the company of these two world-class hair-splitters will do that to a person.

Interview: Alfred Molina, actor

Alfred Molina, or Fred to his pals, is not your typical Hollywood actor.

As a newlywed, I thought at first that there could be no worse choice of viewing than Roger and Val Have Just Got In (BBC Two, Friday), a docile new sitcom featuring Dawn French and the Hollywood actor Alfred Molina as the fiftysomething married couple in the title. So this is what lies in store after the honeymoon tan has faded? Endless grey years of getting in from work, putting the kettle on and squabbling over who did what with the Hoover guarantee?

All was not, however, entirely how it seemed. Instead of emphasising the mundane nature of middle-class, suburban married life in order to mock it, Office-style, this was in fact a quiet homage to the things that make a relationship work.

The premise for the series is simple: each episode covers the half-hour after Roger and Val get home from their slightly cuddly jobs. Val is a "food technology" schoolteacher and Roger is a botanist at a garden centre. They compare notes on their day and, in the first episode, hunted for a guarantee whose disappearance forced them to confront the horror of horrors - a filing system known as "the big drawer".

Yes, as drama goes there is about as much happening here as there is in Waiting for Godot, or a day of Test cricket, or in Peter Andre's brain, but that is the point. This is a celebration of the soporific.

"If I was to rear up in the wild," said Roger, pondering his professional relationship with a lawyer at work, "she would neither attack me nor eat me. We would rub alongside one another like a lizard and a bat." Val listened to this nonsense indulgently, and Roger in turn humoured her when she launched into a monologue on a woman at school who had "a coat for every type of weather".

The small acts of give and take offered a believable glimpse of a time-worn but working marriage. Not all was low-watt contentment though: a misguided phone call prompted a row, we learnt that Roger's father was seriously ill and there were hints of sadness when the couple referred to their childlessness. Not exactly enough to make anyone cry - or laugh out loud for that matter - but the layered pettiness and tragedy of a typical afternoon yielded a warm, subtle humour.

Molina managed an impressive transition from movie star battling superheroes in Spider-Man 2 to Mr Average battling a stack of unfiled paperwork. French, meanwhile, was on good, likeable form, though her performance was more likely to evince Vicar of Dibley-style chuckles than French and Saunders raucous shrieks.

By the end, Roger and Val had won me over and I'd stopped having nightmarish hallucinations about spending my silver wedding anniversary staring at a wall. The lack of glitz was charming, in its way. Who'd want to be Sex and the City's Samantha, bonking your way round Manhattan in a succession of silly outfits, when you could be Val, sitting at home with a cup of tea watching your husband mist-spray a potted basil plant?

TV Review: Roger and Val & Pete Versus Life

Ceri Radford reviews the weekend on television including Roger and Val Have Just Got In, the new BBC sitcom starring Dawn French and Alfred Molina, and new five-part comedy drama Pete Versus Life (Channel 4).

I suppose Roger & Val Have Just Got In (Friday, BBC Two) qualifies as a sitcom, but somehow this does it a disservice. Alfred Molina and Dawn French play a married couple who spend their time chatting in an apparently inconsequential way. In the first episode, they also went through their drawers looking for a guarantee for their vacuum cleaner.

Beth Kilcoyne and Emma Kilcoyne's script was beautifully observed - and superbly performed by Molina and French. This too had a washed-out sort of look. It was only slowly that Roger and Val's colour, and their idiosyncrasies, came to the surface. The show wasn't roaringly funny, but then it doesn't set out to be. Instead it's charming, intriguing and full of that rarest of qualities, emotional truth.

Which leaves us with the gentle sitcom Roger & Val Have Just Got In to keep us away from the barbequeue. And you know, it may just succeed. The cruel would suggest that this is a sort of middlebrow update of Terry & June: middle class couple come home from work & talk about the petty vicissitudes of life; the trivial, the mildly irritating.

The first episode involved them looking for a guarantee for a vacuum cleaner in a drawer filled with household detritus. That was it: nothing more. And it worked. The script was fine and restrained and even on occasion approached the level of Alan Bennett. But the real pleasure was in the performances of Dawn French and Alfred Molina, which were lovely, quite exquisite. Mind you, I write as someone who adored the Vicar of Dibley and thinks Dawn French can do no wrong.