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Investigative reporter Philomena Cunk returns with this landmark series journeying through British history. She asks eminent figures important questions such as is a rock made of stone or a stone made of rock?
Marcella is an aspiring actress recovering from a relationship break up. Despite her optimistic attempts, and with help from her friends, therapist and driving instructor, she is unable to get her life back on track.
After witnessing a gangland shooting, flatmates Leanne and Rhona are put into witness protection, given new identities and dumped in a grotty flat in Swindon. Meanwhile, two extremely young hit men are on their trail.
Meet the Alpha Mums, headed by Amanda, very much the queen bee. Everything is organised, clean and sparkly - even the kitchen cork board is a statement of success. At the other end of the spectrum, we meet Liz, who is totally chaotic and feels the kids should enjoy free expression - if they want to do kamikaze jumps of the sofa, she drags a mattress round for safety. Somewhere between Amanda and Liz is Julia - she is organised - she has to be as she is a successful events organiser - but when her mother Marion decides she is no longer going to be the free child-sitter and school-run taxi, Julia finds her organisation skills are taxed and nowhere near the level of the Alpha Mums. Also in the mix is Kevin - he is the stay-at-home dad, who, rather than fighting against that, is embracing it with gusto - much to the irritation of the other mums.
Different and I can see the angle they are playing for. Just comes across as 30 minutes of depressing cheap shots at the modern middle class Londoner with their supposed first world problems and subjectively deluded privilege. A farce filled thrashing of which I didn't laugh once. Ugly, scornful and a simplistic and grotesque generalisation.
Something like Outnumbered has whimsical charm as it pokes fun at its characters. This feels more disdainful than playful gybing.
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