Canned Torture (My Family)

Member Name: Zmugzy

Product:	My Family
Date:	25/11/08 (257 review reads)
Rating:

Advantages: zero

Disadvantages: Make talentless comic writers think they're good at writing comedy

I confess that I've never watched a whole programme all the way through. 10 minutes of this makes the left side of my body go all numb. The right corner of my mouth starts to droop. And I soon lose the will to live as I repeatedly bang my head against the wall or sit in the middle of the room extracting my teeth one by one with a pair of pliers. Even extra strength happy pills couldn't make me laugh at this tedious pile of turd, this half hour of pig swill. I've had more laughs scraping dog poo off my shoes.

My Family has lingered on our TV screens for a few years now, like herpes it just won't go away. It's one of those shows that induces that automatic reflex in my right hand, forcing it to reach for the remote control as my twitchy nervous fingers search desperately for the channel button. Whenever I accidentally stumble upon this show during channel surfing, the phrase 'I'd rather stick needles in my eyes' immediately comes to mind - for watching this really is like torture.

Robert Lindsey had quite a respectable acting career until he walked on to the set of this show. Zoe Wanamaker has also done better things. I can only imagine that Lindsey must have been experiencing a period of desperation, for after his successes on Broadway and in the West End, and acting for great TV writers such as Bleasedale, he must surely know how sad and bad this show is. From the revolutionary Wolfie Smith of the Tooting Popular Front in the classic 1970s BBC sitcom Citizen Smith to the mediocrity of playing Ben Harper in this drab domestic situation comedy - what a downfall. Lindsey is now a tragic wretch, a traitor to true humour and mirth. Robert mate, you're much better than this!

My Family goes under the label of domestic situation comedy. Well, it's domestic and it presents a situation - two parents and three offspring at work and play - but comedy it ain't. It follows in a long British tradition of awful middle class canned laughter TV shows filled with wooden characters mouthing tired old puns and predictable gags. It's as if the BBC and other TV networks run a kind of employment scheme to keep talentless comedy writers in work. What makes me laugh (and what really is a farce) is the fact that these writers, these talentless deluded whores of comedy earn a living and pay their mortgage year after year by penning such dried up old sheee*te - how do they sleep at night?. To think that these morons get paid for writing such grim god damn awful mind numbing drivel from the mouth a dead dog's shrivelled-up carcass. They obviously have their heads jammed solidly right up their own backsides.

I know... I know... many millions tune in every week to see My Family when it's on. I suppose the herd must have their fodder. Even more depressingly a 9th series is now in production. Personally I'd rather get drunk and sing Jewish songs at a Taliban Wedding, otherwise, pass me the pliers...

Summary: Boring domestic sitcom that's about as funny as a cow's fart.