I looked in on the first episode last night of a new fly-on-the-wall type comedy series which I think may have been created by Richard Curtis of ‘Blackadder’ fame and Armando Iannucci, the creator of ‘Malcom Tucker,’ who seem to have teamed up to create a political farce called ‘ Little Empire, running on empty.’
The show centres on an unlikely fictional Prime Minister of Britain, a slovenly individual, with the even more unlikely first name of ‘Boris’ who, for some bizarre reason, removes the UK from its membership of the European Union over an argument about straight bananas and people in rubber dinghies trying to escape countries who keep dropping bombs on them that they’ve purchased from the UK, hides in walk-in fridge freezers when he is asked difficult questions and hives off vast sums of public money to shell companies his pals created overnight to manufacture low quality, not fit for purpose protective equipment for exhausted medical professionals during a global pandemic. The last of which he managed via the proxy of an equally as unlikely character (a strange individual who has a tendency to invade the personal space of women, particularly in broom cupboards) who we’ve yet to meet in a flashback scene in one of the upcoming episodes, called ‘Hardknock.’
Last night’s first episode centred on the writer’s creation, an inept Prime Minister making a speech before the business leadership community, the CBI, which goes horribly wrong. The audience, and us viewers, cringed through our laughter as we imagined what it would be like if this ever happened for real, to a real Prime Minister, as the buffoon-like over the top leader, played by the up-and-coming character actor Ralph (Rafe) Smackhead (almost unrecognisable in an unruly blonde wig) completely lost the place in his speech notes, broke into the opening bars of Tracy Chapmans’ hit song ‘Forgive me, baby can I hold you tonight’ during an embarrassing minute long gap as he scrambled amongst his papers, ranted on a bit about Peppa Pig being his kind of girl, even though she looks like a hair drier, then he made vroom vroom noises like a car and eventually, by this time down on all fours, having painted his face and the arse of his trousers purple, cavorted about the stage, bounding around like an Amazonian tree frog.
There was no sign of the use of a slick and expert US presidential campaign teleprompt here, nor even the slightest suggestion of a West Wing-like bold and challenging Aaron Sorkin-like speech establishing a doctrine for a new age. No, this show was pure farce, unbelievable farce, a Carry-On Politics for the 21stcentury.
It was a spectacular opening to the series, which leaves you wondering what these talented writers can do next to top this? In a world of staid politics, where the leadership of the British Government are such a noble, principled and cerebral bunch, oozing with integrity, a sense of responsibility and intelligence, it’s quite refreshing to laugh at such fabricated farcical fiction…………oh wait!
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