With only three sketches (plus a tiny Gladiators
skit as a coda), this feels meandering and overindulged to me. The big House
Of Eliott parody initially scores some proper Acorn Antiques-style
laughs (Saunders' troubles with opening doors and hanging her coat, the
telegraphed plotlines, superfluous characters, the reused vintage car and
incongruous penny-farthing), but then they all get repeated several times...
The eventual appearance of the real House Of Eliott actresses,
demonstrating what good sports they are, is the kind of 'celebrity chums'
television that I find hard to tolerate. Comedy about the media reflecting
itself rather than comedy drawn from life itself.
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