‘Life’s Too Shit’
‘Shame This Shit Isn’t Shorter’
‘Shit’s Too Shit’
They were just some of the tweets that appeared in my Twitter timeline between 9.30pm and 10pm last night, and they’re just some of the ones written by me.
Ricky Gervais’ credibility has taken a bit of a malletting over the past few weeks thanks to his repeated use of the word ‘mong’ on Twitter but to give him some credit, he displayed more verve and drive during those few days than there promises to be throughout the whole of this diabolical excuse for a comedy series.
The focal point of Life’s Too Short is Warwick Davis, in his mind a ‘sophisticated dwarf about town’ but in reality there’s nothing original about his character at all – he’s pretty much a photocopy of David Brent, only with the photocopier set to 50 per cent image reduction. All of Brent’s arrogance, self-delusion and validation-craving is there, but that’s about all there is.
The first episode of every sitcom is always sticky territory, with the need to establish the main characters, but it was apparent from the get-go that this was The Little David Brent Show. Fine, so where’s the plot? There wasn’t one.
All of Brent’s arrogance, self-delusion and validation-craving is there, but that’s about all there is.
All we got was Warwick mooching about, doing the Brent shtick. He purportedly runs a dwarf agency, which gave Gervais and his partner-in-grim Stephen Merchant the chance to give us a few seconds of a blacked-up dwarf doing Ebony And Ivory. Yeah, thanks.
There followed another aimless, meandering, laugh-free scene where Warwick visited his accountant, only to learn that he had a massive bill to pay to HMRC. Because the accountant is shit at maths you see! Warwick even had to inform him of the new UK tax rate! Oh, my sides! My beautiful sides!
This being a Ricky Gervais show, we weren’t going to escape without an A-list celebrity being shoe-horned into proceedings for no apparent reason, and thus, Liam Neeson turned up, in a scene teeming with political incorrectness set in Gervais and Merchant’s office. In a ‘mockumentary’ about Warwick Davis, it was unclear why this was happening, as the three average-sized characters took centre stage, with Davis operating as an unused observer. Weird and a bit frightening.
If any first-time comedy writer had come up with this mirthless hotch-potch of a show, they’d have been shown the door and asked to try again in six months once they’d sorted it out. But this is Ricky Gervais, a man who has been trading only on his reputation for years now, and it looks as though his luck could be about to run out with this piece of crap that reeked of a contractual obligation.
It’s no coincidence that it was co-produced by Backlash Productions. He knows…
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