Don't Forget The Driver
This was a very carefully crafted drama that purported to be a comedy, but I couldn't see much to laugh at. This show was just littered with an array of liberal and societal "fashion" trends that just should not be examined by way of the kitchen sink.
Toby Jones is great as perhaps one of the leading character actors of our age, but this show was about so much more. Even he struggled to know what emotion he should be conveying minute by minute, tragedy, pathos, confusion or despair. It really was a hotchpotch of different strands of thought that were never going to come together or be resolved in any redemptive conclusion.
It was inferred that we were examining the human condition through the eyes of "everyday" folk struggling to make sense of why life crushes you relentlessly through small acts of catastrophe. But this examination was of such a shallow nature no sense of it could be made.
You may ask what did they conclude in this nihilistic philosophical ramble of a comedy show, and it appears the answer was two fold;
1, it is impossible to identify when the moment was when your life was going in an upward trajectory and now it had turned in the direction of crash and burn.
2, it is better to live in a bubble than the grinding reality that is modern day Britain and the quicker you can get out the better.
The introduction of illegal migrants/asylum seekers/economic migrants/trafficked migrants was a strange subplot, except as a foil to Toby Jones who thought his life had hit rock bottom, when in comparison it was a different kind of rock bottom. This subject within this format just didn't work as the focus of the show drifted away from the central issues.
Overall it missed whatever it was trying to say, having watched 6 episodes I have no clue what the writer and director were trying to convey.
No more of this liberal non-funny tripe please.
This was a very carefully crafted drama that purported to be a comedy, but I couldn't see much to laugh at. This show was just littered with an array of liberal and societal "fashion" trends that just should not be examined by way of the kitchen sink.
Toby Jones is great as perhaps one of the leading character actors of our age, but this show was about so much more. Even he struggled to know what emotion he should be conveying minute by minute, tragedy, pathos, confusion or despair. It really was a hotchpotch of different strands of thought that were never going to come together or be resolved in any redemptive conclusion.
It was inferred that we were examining the human condition through the eyes of "everyday" folk struggling to make sense of why life crushes you relentlessly through small acts of catastrophe. But this examination was of such a shallow nature no sense of it could be made.
You may ask what did they conclude in this nihilistic philosophical ramble of a comedy show, and it appears the answer was two fold;
1, it is impossible to identify when the moment was when your life was going in an upward trajectory and now it had turned in the direction of crash and burn.
2, it is better to live in a bubble than the grinding reality that is modern day Britain and the quicker you can get out the better.
The introduction of illegal migrants/asylum seekers/economic migrants/trafficked migrants was a strange subplot, except as a foil to Toby Jones who thought his life had hit rock bottom, when in comparison it was a different kind of rock bottom. This subject within this format just didn't work as the focus of the show drifted away from the central issues.
Overall it missed whatever it was trying to say, having watched 6 episodes I have no clue what the writer and director were trying to convey.
No more of this liberal non-funny tripe please.