The most aptly named show on the box. Just when you thought catchphrase comedy couldn't get any worse, along comes this garbage. It makes Little Britain look like Cook & Moore.
David Mitchell is clearly slumming it here; he's capable of far far better, as seen in the recent That Mitchell And Webb Look. Some might claim that he's the show's sole redeeming feature, but to be honest most of his characters are as weak as the rest of this mire. The Nigel Livid sketches, though, featuring a character marching into C4 to berate them about their dire programming, achieve a kind of brilliant irony.
It's inconceivable that anyone involved in this production can be looking at the end result and thinking "Yes, we've really done some first-class work here". It seems to be a soullessly constructed replica of a sketch show, made without any understanding of how the content is actually supposed to work.
Tom Meehan should be very concerned that his knackers are getting better laughs than his material. Still, at least the show has that reliable comedy standard, pædophiles, to fall back on...