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King Gary, BBC1, review
In a weekend dominated by talking bunnies on BBC1, King Gary was a (slightly) more realistic sitcom pilot from Tom Davis and James De Frond, two of the team behind BBC3's addictively silly Murder In Successville.
Jeff Robson, i Newspaper, 23rd December 2018Tom Davis gets BBC One sitcom
Murder In Successville star Tom Davis will star as a "working class wally" in new BBC One Comedy Playhouse sitcom pilot 'king Gary.
British Comedy Guide, 22nd August 2018ITV2's Action Team and cinematic spy spoofs
Is there life left in the action comedy spoof? Matt sees how ITV2's Action Team, starting tonight, measures up...
Matt Edwards, Den Of Geek, 5th March 2018Vicky McClure joins ITV2 comedy Action Team
Line Of Duty and Broadchurch star Vicky McClure has joined the cast of Action Team, ITV2's spoof spy action-thriller.
British Comedy Guide, 6th September 2017ITV2 orders new comedy series Action Team
ITV2 has commissioned Action Team, a new comedy series from the creative talent behind Murder In Successville.
British Comedy Guide, 10th May 2017Preview: Murder in Successville series three
Murder in Successville is back on our screens next week, with a third series once more bringing Tom Davis back as uncompromising cop DI Sleet, alongside a whole new roster of celebrity rookie-cops to help him solve a crime. But is the third series up to the high standards set by the two before it? Our editor Paul Holmes took a sneaky peek to find out...
Paul Holmes, The Velvet Onion, 12th April 2017How the most complicated comedy on TV made it big
It crosses a cop show with reality TV and the lead doesn't have a clue what's going on. So why are stars like Paul Whitehouse desperate to get involved?
Jack Seale, The Guardian, 4th June 2016Hands up anyone who's heard of Morgana Robinson. Despite her near invisibility on the comedy radar, Channel 4 has obviously decided Morgana is The Next Big Thing and commissioned an entire series based on... what, exactly?
Judging by the first episode, the answer would appear to be her ability to match Frankie Boyle in the use of the f-word, and her passable imitations of Fearne Cotton and Cheryl Cole. Sadly her own characters are little more than lazy, one-dimensional stereotypes that merely limp off the page.
Robinson's most "famous" creation, 14-year-old Gilbert the uber-nerd who's attempting to make a video diary with the help of his granddad, has apparently already garnered a following on YouTube. Despite the standard-issue geek clothes and inch-thick lenses, however, Gilbert barely passes for 17, never mind 14. Robinson also takes whining teenspeak to such a level that the dialogue is basically indecipherable.
Some sketches, like the bickering TV reporters, are mercifully short. Others, most notably Madolynn the past-it Hollywood starlet making a complete fool of herself in a restaurant, drag on interminably. Vicious drunks are not funny, particularly with lines like "This toe was caressed by Martin Scorsuzu". Even less tasteful is an attempt by her husband Norman to excuse her behaviour. As she topples off her chair, taking the tablecloth and crockery with her, he turns to their mortified companions and mutters "She has Asperger's". Boyle would have been proud.
Equally unlikeable are Joyce and Barry Dickens, funeral directors from Chumley, Yorkshire. Barry is a mine of useless information who never shuts up, much to the annoyance of acid-tongued wife Joyce, who never misses an opportunity to tell him what an absolute cretin he is. "You know the Aztecs used to burn stupid people, Barry". And what could be more hilarious that watching the two of them get all lovey dovey during a memorial service while the poor unfortunate corpse has his legs sticking out because Barry is too much of a dozy git to pick the right size of coffin.
The annoying commuter on a train who shrieks into his mobile the entire journey, a couple of senile Chelsea Pensioners who appear to have wandered in from a Harry Enfield/Paul Whitehouse sketch, Lady Gaga attempting to steer a riding mower in some kind of bizarre headgear - on it goes, all accompanied by the obligatory canned laughter. Heaven knows if it was performed in front of a live audience the silence would have been deafening.
Robinson's talents obviously lie in impersonation rather than straight acting - the highlight, such as it was, of the first programme was a 12-year-old Boris Johnson attempting to win a prep school debate by running roughshod over the opposing team. But alas she is no Catherine Tate - the lack of memorable characters does nothing but drag the show down.
If The Morgana Show had started out as a one-off pilot, and Robinson and co-creator James De Frond had been given a chance to fine-tune the sketches over time, the show might have evolved into something passable. But dumping her in at the deep end with a whole series to fill just highlights the weakness of the material. Back to the drawing board on this one.
Arlene Kelly, Suite 101, 7th December 2010