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No, it really wasn't good today. In sit-com terms, it didn't make me laugh once, failed to develop its characters and had next to no plot (Dan owes sister £2000 so she insists on him attending a club dressed as a preacher... that's meant to be carrying this whole episode?) and as a "dark alternative" to sit-com, or whatever it reckons it is, its points were just the same as last week. Dan hates the idiots but moves hopelessly, lethargically among them, his attacks on them misinterpreted as celebration. We got that message in episode 1; this can't be the only "twist" for the whole series.
Barley is even more of a Timmy Mallet clown, except that his rapping was actually more impressive than anything we've seen Ashcroft manage. He's like a talented, puppyish kids' telly presenter, the eager doofus on something like Art Attack or The Really Wild Show. He is nothing remotely like the figure in "Cunt".
The freezeframe ending, with echoing loops and distortion, then fade in credits, was embarrassing in its own self-important wannabe radicalism. Jizz, man, you know what'd be really Bashir? We're meant to be doing like a comedy show, but we finish it in this really dark, art-house way, so it's totally disturbing? Goldschlager, man... futures.
"Nathan Barley" is a tale told by an Idiot. |
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