Forget Catherine Tate, Two pints of lager and Little Britain, this is comedy gold.
Do not not expect slapstick, this is the art of observational understatement. Nobody could play this part better than Jack Dee.
Rick Spleen is the slightly paranoid Brit, lacking a bit of confidence but willing to nick anybodies good idea and shamefully claim the credit. When he's invariably found out he's the little boy who's been caught red-handed and desperately looks for any excuse no matter how improbable to justify his actions. Marty is his writing partner, the up and at-em American egging him on, pushing Rick further than he wants to go knowing it will get him into trouble. As ever its the women who are the moral compasses, his other half Mel and Magda the East European housekeeper.
A couple of the characters could be fleshed out. Without doubt Magda has more to offer than the "you think that's bad, its worse in my country" caricature and just why is ex-city banker Michael running a cafe selling pasta and brown rice? Give it a go, you will not be disappointed.
Do not not expect slapstick, this is the art of observational understatement. Nobody could play this part better than Jack Dee.
Rick Spleen is the slightly paranoid Brit, lacking a bit of confidence but willing to nick anybodies good idea and shamefully claim the credit. When he's invariably found out he's the little boy who's been caught red-handed and desperately looks for any excuse no matter how improbable to justify his actions. Marty is his writing partner, the up and at-em American egging him on, pushing Rick further than he wants to go knowing it will get him into trouble. As ever its the women who are the moral compasses, his other half Mel and Magda the East European housekeeper.
A couple of the characters could be fleshed out. Without doubt Magda has more to offer than the "you think that's bad, its worse in my country" caricature and just why is ex-city banker Michael running a cafe selling pasta and brown rice? Give it a go, you will not be disappointed.