Minor ex-music hall acts give impressions of much better known acts. The quality runs from OK to awful, mostly awful. In between the turns, Ben Warriss (whose face the camera doesn't love at all, and you won't either, which is why he didn't follow his ex-partner Jimmy Jewel into TV work) and a small, yappy BBC executive with a big pipe reminisce pompously about a lost era of great live entertainment. The viewer may agree, but not because s/he watched this depressingly inept effort.
Review of Top of the Bill
