Canned laughter. The bane of my life. I once read this French philosophy book (don’t worry, I don’t make a habit of it) that said canned laughter took all the fun out of watching TV because it feels like the TV didn’t need you anymore. With canned laughter, the TV can hoot at its own jokes. After watching Life of Riley (BBC One, Thursday, 8 January, 8pm), TV can keep it and stick it up it’s corn-hole. Life of Riley is insipid shit, badly acted and, in one of the weirdest TV things ever, filled with flanged canned laughter.
Now, for those of you who aren’t au-fait with the music tech term of ‘flanging’, let me explain. *Clears throat* Flanging is an audio effect that occurs when two identical signals are mixed together, but with one signal time-delayed by a small and gradually changing amount, usually smaller than 20 milliseconds. This produces a swept comb filter effect: In essence, it makes a noise sound like it’s coming from down a drain… which is, precisely where this show resides. It’s not such much looking at the stars from the gutter, more, face-down arse-up in the sewer.
This show reeks of a crap team of crap American writers peddling crap jokes and stories so blindingly obvious that you can see them coming a mile off, on fire, shrieking in agony, wearing a ‘wacky’ Christmas ties, sending off flares and being chased by an army of one-man-bandmen. It’s woefully acted too. The baby of the show, less than a year old, was required only to sit and look nonplussed. By that token, the little fucker out-acted the rest of the cast. By a country mile. Hell, the kid probably filled his nappy and sicked up Cow & Gates and still out-shone the assembled lovies. Here’s an example of one of the jokes. Caroline Quentin “Look. I’m really good at blinking.” Cue, some blinking. End of joke.
It’s mindbendingly awful. It’s staggering that someone gave a green-light to this. I know there’s a market for family-friendly comedy shows. My Family, as bad as it is, works in the slot it’s in… and with Robert Lindsay and Zoe Wannamaker, at least there’s a little chemistry. However, Life of Riley is devoid of charm, character, performance, deftness, warmth, fun, the feeling of spontaniety… all the ingredients of a good sitcom. In fact, this show is devoid of the ingredients required to make a passable CBBC show. This is a sub-standard attempt at light-entertainment. Shite-entertainment more like.
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