Working Dog might be a tight-knit team of twenty years standing with an admirable track record of success across pretty much all forms of Australian media – and a global success under their belt with Thank God You’re Here – but it’s still possible to take a guess at which member is the driving force behind their various individual projects. The books always seem to be largely the work of Tom “Tommy G” Gleisner because he’s the “writer” of the bunch (he’s written a bunch of Warwick Todd cricketing parodies on his own). Their current television series Sports Fever! feels like a Santo Cilauro project, in part because it’s spun off from their World Cup sports show and Santo’s a soccer tragic, and in part because he’s the one hosting. And Any Questions For Ben, Working Dog’s latest feature film, feels like something Rob Sitch has got his shoulder behind… which is where the problems start.
One of our favourite Rob Sitch stories comes from an episode of Working Dog’s big TV success of the late 1990s, The Panel. Mick Molloy was a guest on this particular evening’s episode, and at one stage Rob had the show cut to a new car commercial that was an especially slick example of the form. (it may have even been this one… or maybe not) When the ad was done Rob turned to Mick and said “what do you think, Mick?” Mick just laughed and said “it’s shithouse”.
Mick had a point: whatever its’ technical achievements, whatever its’ conceptual brilliance, the ad was, like every single other ad made in the history of humanity, ultimately shithouse. It’s nothing but a slick product designed to evoke a feeling then use that feeling to sell you something. Unfortunately, that’s as good a description as any to describe Any Questions For Ben. Like the ad, it’s all surface polish and feel-good vibes, with nothing underneath but a vague sense that you’re being sold something you probably don’t really want.
For those that don’t know, the plot of AQFB is simple… a little too simple in fact. Ben (Josh Lawson) is 27 years old and living the good life in Melbourne. He dates models, he makes a fortune in some kind of media / branding job, he has good friends and good times. But when he goes back to his high school for careers day and none of the kids have any questions for him, he’s thrown. Is his life as empty and shallow as all that? Better date a few more models and go to a few more parties to figure this shit out.
The film’s one big obvious problem is that once Ben realises he has a problem he does nothing about it. In fact, there is so little dramatic development in this film that while there are SPOILERS AHEAD they’re barely worth the name because Ben literally does nothing to change his life once he enters his “quarter-life crisis”. He just continues down the same path, occasionally asking questions of those around him then doing nothing with the answers. Worse, while his problem has been in part that he’s been dating gorgeous women he knows nothing about and has zero in common with, the solution to his mounting ennui turns out to be… dating a gorgeous woman he knows nothing about and has zero in common with. It’s a film that has to end exactly when it does because it’s obvious that six months later she’d be out of his life and the cycle would begin again.
Despite what we said earlier, just because Sitch is out front on this project as the director doesn’t mean it’s entirely his baby (much like having Santo as host of Sports Fever! doesn’t mean the other two aren’t shaping the show from behind the scenes). In fact, from what we’ve heard about the production Working Dog is a real team effort: Gleisner does script re-writes on the set, Santo handles the technical side of filming and Sitch is the one who deals with the actors and their performances. Add in Jane Kennedy (who handles casting and music) and Michael Hirsh (the business side of things), and you have a fairly self-contained unit.
But this feels like a “Rob Sitch” Working Dog project because the “Rob Sitch” projects (the other one that really fits the bill is The Panel) are all about shallow fun. A Gleisner project is about jokes and plenty of them; Santo’s projects feel passionate and rambling. Reportedly Sitch was the one who said if they made a third movie (after The Castle and The Dish) they should make an urban film set in the present day; if nothing else, AQFB is certainly that. Then again, so was Death in Brunswick, and that had a hell of a lot more laughs.
Of course, there’s a fourth kind of Working Dog project: the commercial kind. Even now, after they let both The Panel and Thank God You’re Here linger past their use-by dates, they’re still seen as a team that jumps from project to project once they get bored. So let’s say that’s true: after pretty much achieving all their artistic goals in comedy with the successes of both the sitcom Frontline and the movie The Castle, it’s fair to assume that their next round of goals would be commercial.
The Panel was a long running chat show that was a massive commercial success in Australia; Thank God You’re Here was a format sold around the world. The Jetlag series of comedy travel books were best-sellers; Jane Kennedy did well with a non-comedy cookbook. They’ve had their share of misfires (did anyone even know they put out Audrey Gordon’s Tuscan Summer, a fake foodie book, a year or so ago?), but their only really biggish failure was The Dish, which did well in Australia but fizzled in the US market. Not that they’d admit they were looking for overseas success, but you don’t bring US actors into an Australian film – or make a film saying that Australia’s minor role in a US project shaped our nation – unless you’re looking beyond our shores.
In that light trying again at the movies, especially with their coffers flush with Thank God You’re Here cash, makes sense. It also explains why AQFB is a film with next to no artistic reason for existing. This isn’t a story anyone was demanding be told, because it’s barely a story; it’s a glamour photography session with Melbourne lounging around trying to look sexy. Aerial shots of the city at night! Cool music! Major events! Hip bars! Everyone looks great!
To be fair, romantic comedies often rely on a polished, hyper-real atmosphere as a backdrop for their tale of true lurv. But as mentioned, there’s little sense of true love in action here. Instead, Ben’s personal dramas seem to be kept as low key as possible so as to not disrupt his regular appearances at hip night spots. If he was going through a real personal crisis, he might not feel like attending the Spring Racing Carnival or going snowboarding at Queenstown. So it seems fair to assume that making sure he visited loads and loads of cool-looking places was a higher priority story-wise than giving him an actual story, let alone making him a funny guy. After all, comedy is one of the hardest things to export, even between English-speaking countries; if you want to make a film that’ll do well overseas, downplaying the Australian sense of humour may not be a bad idea.
Mind you, Working Dog are smart cookies and they know to hedge their bets, so while the main characters are a largely bland and laff-free bunch living the good life the extensive supporting cast are given plenty to work-with comedy-wise. Okay, perhaps “plenty” is an exaggeration. Still, people like Lachy Hulme (basically playing Marty Boomstein from Boytown, only with better hair and worse jokes), Ed Kavalee and John Howard have solid comedy cameos, while Alan Brough, David James (from The Hollowmen) and Sean Lynch (from The Shambles) also get laughs from their small roles. Sitch also makes a funny appearance as Ben’s high school headmaster, proving once again that he’s one of Australia’s better comic actors. Maybe next time instead of hiring good looking up-and-comers whose comedy skills are average at best Working Dog could build a film around Sitch?
The problem is that Working Dog have nothing to prove artistically. They’re never going to make a film funnier or more beloved than The Castle, and they’d be foolish to try. Instead, they’ve focused their film efforts on trying to come up with something that looks good and will appeal to as wide an audience in Australia and globally so as to rake in the really big bucks (sadly, it seems they’ve already failed). The result is that Any Questions For Ben passes on being dramatic or funny or all that interesting in favour of selling an image of Melbourne as a swinging international city full of handsome people having fun. It’s basically a 110 minute car commercial; wonder what Mick Molloy would have to say about that.
Australian television doesn’t have comedians any more, it has hosts. Think about how many much-loved laugh-getters from radio and sketch comedy have, under the relentless all-bland pressure of Australian television, turned into little more than less competent versions of Larry Emdur. Think about all the “comedians” coming through now who, first chance they get, throw away all but the first two pages of their joke book as they settle in to introducing celebrity guests and giving “funny” answers on panel / game shows. Now you might have some idea why we hold Shaun Micallef in such high regard.
Unlike pretty much everyone currently working on Australian television – with the notable exception of Chris Lilley – Micallef isn’t a host. Sure, he plays one on Talkin’ ’bout Your Generation, but that’s just it: he’s clearly playing a host. Australian television wants its’ hosts to be friendly, open, approachable – basically, radio jocks with slightly less edge. And a big, big part of being a jock is swapping being funny for opening up about your private life.
Again, it comes from radio. With so much pressure to produce material, sooner or later radio jocks end up strip-mining their own lives. Stories about their weekends, stories about their kids, stories about their relationships, stories about what they think of the issues of the day: it’s what a host talks about. It’s all a host talks about. Frankly, we couldn’t care less what Dave Hughes thinks about anything, but it seems we’re in the minority there.
Micallef, on the other hand, works on television. He knows that he doesn’t have to “be himself”to win viewers over; all he has to do is be funny. When he’s on panel shows or giving interviews he dials it down a little but he’s still more about cracking jokes than revealing who he is. Fun fact: out of all the Australian comedians to write a book in the last five years, he’s the only one who wrote a work of fiction.
All of this would seem obvious – hell, maybe it is obvious and you stopped reading three paragraphs ago – if it wasn’t so unusual for this day and age. Let us now point out that after years of struggle doing comedy his biggest success has been hosting a game show, which is about as mainstream a hosting job as they come. It’s easy to imagine pretty much anyone in Australian comedy doing roughly the same thing – it’s just not possible to stay awake while doing it.
Micallef doesn’t want to “share” with us. He doesn’t even want us to “like” him if he can get bigger laughs from being a bit of a jerk. And this is why we’re still paying attention to Talkin’ ’bout Your Generation, long, long after the show itself ceased to amaze and enthrall. We even waited an extra week before writing about the latest season just in case it had any surprises up its’ hilariously retro sleeves. It didn’t: apart from a steady drip of new games (which all seem the same to us) and more cross-promotional theme shows than regular episodes, it hasn’t really changed since the early days when Micallef wrestled it to the ground and put his brand right on its meaty flank.
Don’t get us wrong, we appreciate Micallef’s endless nutty touches. Using the chair from Blade Runner still gets a smile ’round these parts, as does his hammy fake organ playing. But everyone else on the show (with the surprising exception of the otherwise painful Josh Thomas) is dead weight. Amanda Keller is at best a comedy mirror – fire enough comedy her way and eventually she’ll reflect something back – and these days Charlie Pickering is clearly a host, not a comedian. Don’t believe us? What’s his comedy persona? What does he do that’s funny beyond saying smart-arse things? Okay, maybe he’s kinda smug and above it all. Wow, that’s hilarious.
At least with Josh, Micallef has something to work with. Josh may be actually like he is on the show, we don’t know, but on the show he comes off as a comedy character, dim and distracted, with stupid hair and a bogus voice. It’s often annoying; it’s also occasionally somewhat funny. If you’d never seen the show before you’d assume as a matter of course that a comedy game show about a battle between the generations would involve team leaders who somehow embodied the cliches about those generations, but clearly that fell into the too-hard basket for the casting director and so apart from Josh the other two are just… well, collecting a paycheck for starters.
Talkin’ ’bout Your Generation works to the limited extent it does because Micallef is hosting, and because as a host Micallef is a talented comedian trying to be funny. “Be more funny” is a simple thing but considering how many times Peter Helliar’s scored work hosting sports shows clearly it’s not a high priority for the networks. It’s not a lesson you think will be learnt by them in a hurry either: if this proves to be the last season of Talkin’ ’bout Your Generation (and it really should be), you know the fact that the only long-running successful comedy show on Australian commercial television was hosted by a comedian, not a blandly-grinning host, will be glossed over the second Micallef’s out the door.
There may be only one Shaun Micallef, but there are (presumably) other funny people in Australia; next time someone thinks it’s a good idea to try a comedy game show, maybe hire one of them for a change.
The ABC’s new Wednesday comedy line-up kicked off last night with the return of Adam Hills In Gordon Street Tonight and the long-awaited debut of the sitcom Outland.
In Gordon Street Tonight episode 2.1 gave us more of the same mix of live music, celebrity interviews, and larking about with members of the public in studio, on location and via social media. It was a fun show and had a good line-up of guests last night including Rob Sitch and Josh Lawson (Any Questions for Ben?) and Jonathan Lynn (Yes Minister).
Hannah Gadsby was also back as Hill’s sidekick, sending over the odd well-observed zinger from her side of the studio. Apart from being pretty funny, she adds a bit of much-needed edge to the show, although not really enough for our tastes. But with it’s lightweight mucking about, In Gordon Street Tonight has the sort of mainstream appeal that provides ABC-1’s Wednesday night line-up of entertainment and comedy with a rusted-on audience. And as an act of pure pragmatism or strategy that’s kind of necessary (remember the days when kinda decent new Australian comedies would be scheduled poorly and end up dying on their arses?). Helpfully, In Gordon Street Tonight is entertaining enough to be worthwhile pragmatism, although it’s casual audience, the one who only tunes in to see specific guests, must be fairly high.
Of more interest (to us) was the show which presumably benefited from In Gordon Street Tonight‘s appeal, Outland, a new sitcom about a gay science fiction club. It proved to be funny, feel good and a bit alternative, so, we feel compelled to ask, why did it get delayed for a year? Was it ABC pragmatism or strategy again? Get the bloated, mega-hyped mess that was Angry Boys to air when it suits the BBC and HBO? Or put the semi-topical At Home with Julia to air while it’s still “relevant”? Maybe someone at the ABC got shitscared about the science fiction aspect, or even the gay aspect?
Either way Outland is well worth a look, and judging from our preview copy of episode 2 it’s worth sticking with. It’s a long time since we’ve seen an Australian sitcom that goes hell for leather with the over-the-top characters and situations, and hey, guess what? That makes it funny! Time to ditch that tedious noughties realism and documentary-style camera work, kids. Just fill a room with zany characters and let them be funny.
New Australian comedy was back on the box this week, with the debut of Santo, Sam and Ed’s Sports Fever! and the return of a few shows including Balls of Steel Australia and Clarke & Dawe.
Balls of Steel Australia was recently nominated for three of our “prestigious” Tumblies for its first series, but bravely fought off strong competition from Good News World and Live From Planet Earth. Its return earlier this week saw it serve up much more of the same low-brow prank-based “hilarity”.
British import Olivia Lee’s sketch saw her auditioning young men for a new reality show which would see them all living together in a house. A gay house. Cue a succession of uncomfortable straight guys being put in to pink singlets, and asked to gay it up with a male sex doll with an erect penis and a real life gay man. Next up was ageing game show legend “Baby” John Burgess, with a new quiz show in which the contestants found themselves answering questions in ways which demeaned them. Then there were two guys setting fire to toilet paper shoved up their arses, and the return of the hot chick stripping off in various shops concept…except this time it was nude twins.
The show’s presumed target audience of teenage males no doubt lapped it up, although in a slight surprise they voted the gay reality show prank as ballsier than the nude twins. It seems a hatred and fear of homosexuality is a more powerful force in a young man’s life than even two hot nude women. Actually that’s not much of a surprise at all, more hugely depressing.
In better news for humanity’s progress away from the primordial soup, anyone who saw this article in the Murdoch press on Tuesday, about how ACMA were investigating a Clarke & Dawe sketch from October which supposedly vilified Christians, needn’t worry. It’s all fine, and here’s a lovely Word document which explains why.
The complaint was made by Perth schoolteacher and BA in Theology Simon Smith, who told News.com.au:
You can clearly see that they are vilifying Christians as insensitive, callous and uncaring with clear inferences to the Opposition front bench and Tony Abbott, many [sic] who are Catholics.
I just sat there for a minute and I thought, they’ve really overstepped the mark.
I am a Christian and I classify myself as a cautious conservative.
ACMA ruled that the sketch, which in part explored the contradiction of Christian members of Parliament voting in favour of mandatory detention of asylum seekers, when the key tenants of their faith should see them voting against it, did not breach code 7.7 of the ABC Code of Practice 2011:
7.7 – Avoid the unjustified use of stereotypes or discriminatory content that could reasonably be interpreted as condoning or encouraging prejudice.
ACMA stated in their ruling that they did
not consider that the comments could reasonably be interpreted as condoning or encouraging prejudice against Christians. In this regard, the comments did not serve to urged [sic] or inflame viewers to form an unfavourable opinion or feeling towards Christians.
Thursday’s Clarke & Dawe sketch saw the pair explore the world of tabloid newspapers, non-stories and pointless audience engagement. It, more than the Parliament sketch, could be said to fall foul of code 7.7…probably, but that’s hardly the point. The weekly brilliance of Clarke & Dawe is that they find the right target and give it a going-over it won’t forget. Some irony and intelligence is required from the viewer, but at least most people, and ACMA, get the joke.
We’re pretty quick to sink the boots in whenever an Australian television network screws up – what, you mean you haven’t seen the results of the 2011 Australian Tumbleweed Awards yet? – so it seems only fair that we be equally as prompt to give them the thumbs up when they get something right. In this case that network would be Channel Seven, and the thing they’ve done right is picking up Working Dog’s World Cup show Santo, Sam & Ed’s Cup Fever (now renamed Santo, Sam & Ed’s Sports Fever) after SBS said they couldn’t afford a weekly sports show. Really SBS? Fine. Just keep in mind that three guys and a desk is now out of SBS’s price range next time SBS reaches into their pocket for whatever Paul Fenech coughs up.
Not that we want to go hard on SBS here either, because this is the way TV comedy is supposed to work: people start out on a public broadcaster and once they hit their stride a commercial network swoops in and picks them up, thus clearing the way for the next round of new talent. Okay, the “new talent” here consists of Santo Cilauro (who’s been around for over twenty years with at least ten shows to his name), Ed Kavalee (two shows on commercial television in the last three years) and Sam Pang (well, he did have that failed history-based quiz show on SBS), but you know what we mean. And what we mean is, at least it’s not Roy & H.G.
Anyway, to the show itself: three guys behind a desk making ill-informed jokes about sport. Hurrah! Their previous SBS effort was more sketch heavy – and had more special guests appearing in those sketches – but this version still holds up comedy-wise thanks to the easy chemistry between the three. None of whom, it’s a relief to say, is an ex-sportsman, so the serious sports coverage comes second to a bunch of jokes about tennis players texting and hearing commentator John Newcomb speak “Japanese” gibberish (which delivered the first “Me no rikey” of the series).
The hour-long timeslot (up from half an hour on SBS) presumably makes sense for Seven – it’s a live show so running twice as long isn’t going to cost anywhere near twice as much – and while it may be a little on the long side a commercial TV hour is only really 40 minutes anyway so it’s not really like it wears out its welcome. This kind of show is always going to be a bit hit-and-miss when it comes to segments, but a montage of fluffed cricket fielding can still work so long as some decent riffing takes place over it (okay, it didn’t that time).
The real comedy highlight on first viewing is seeing Santo playing a real-life version of his old comedy sports commentator character The Colonel, which alone almost makes up for the fact there actually is a fair amount of sports information (shudder) here. Much of the early comedy in episode one came from pointing out how crap a lot of sports commentary is, which is pretty much an inexhaustible source of comedy, and Santo hasn’t lost any of his skill when it comes to wandering off into odd tangents. Taking a swipe at sports gambling and boring sportspeople’s tweets and My Kitchen Rules gets you points with us, while the guests…
Look, we all know much of the charm of this kind of show comes from the fact that it’s live and kind of ramshackle. Sometimes it’s going to bring up comedy gold, sometimes it’s going to be something you’re going to need to be a sports fan to watch, and sometimes it’s just not going to work. But the cast is strong, there’s a clear and inclusive sense of humour at work here – something you can’t say about the various footy shows – and the whole show doesn’t take itself seriously. Being able to cover all sports, not just soccer, should provide plenty of material (though it’ll be interesting to see what happens when the rugby & AFL starts) and going by the first episode even the guest segments stand a decent chance of working out.
Our advice? if you’re a comedy fan you can probably wander off once the first guest comes out. If you’re a fan of the cast, their love of sport shines through strongly enough to carry you through. And if you’re a sports fan… what do you care what we think?
As always, the three nominees for Best Comedy have turned out to be three programs all but ignored by the Australian press. Not for them the weekly glowing reviews in the Green Guide that Laid got; no steady stream of cover features like the ones Chris Lilley enjoyed throughout the first half of the year. That’s because these three programs actually made people laugh; what kind of a hook is that to hang press coverage on? Far easier to base your value judgements on set design, or being written by a hipster, or featuring a man in a dress. Unfortunately, that does mean you end up largely ignoring comedies that are actually funny, but hey – it’s clearly a price the Australian media is willing to pay.
Well, this is a little embarrassing. It’s one thing for a first-time show to win Best New Comedy, but Best Comedy as well? Didn’t Tony Martin have a new television show out this year? It seems that being one of the few television comedies that put making people laugh front and centre has paid off for the Bazura team, as well it should. The Lonely Hearts Club was hilarious, but a low profile radio show was always going to struggle. The Joy of Sets quickly found its’ stride, but a wobbly start and a format that worked against Tony Martin’s natural strengths clearly put some voters offside. The Bazura Project just did everything right: funny, likeable, informative without lecturing or preaching, it turned out to be a near-perfect mix of smarts and stupidity. Whatever they’re up to next, we can’t wait to see it.
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And now here we are – finally presenting some positive awards to the Australian comedy industry. This category is particularly special to our hearts, being about new talent and/or new ideas.
ABC-2’s The Bazura Project took a different theme each week – Violence, Sex, Money, Profanity, Drugs and Fame – and showed interestingly, and (more importantly) hilariously, how that theme had featured in and influenced more than a century of movies. Part film buff’s paradise, part sketch show, Shannon Marinko and Lee Zachariah’s “Guide to Sinema” was a detailed and – we really must stress this again – funny look at the topic. It blew similar shows by more experienced talent, such as The Joy of Sets, completely out of the water, although The Joy of Sets did feature some excellent sketches.
The Lonely Hearts Club, was an obscure but joyous late-night experiment which showed that proper radio comedy shouldn’t be forsaken in this country. In many ways it’s a great tragedy that a good show featuring some of this country’s finest comedic talent was barely promoted or acknowledged. On the other hand, it might not have worked so well if more of the callers had been aware of the joke.
Sadly there can only be one winner of Best New Comedy, and we are pleased to announce that it is The Bazura Project. While it wasn’t technically a new show, it and the team were new to most people. It was also an outstanding example of what a passionate team can achieve with a small budget. Sharp, silly and with a consistent commitment to putting funny before everything else, it was a clear comedy highlight of 2011.
THE RESULTS OF THE NEXT CATEGORY, BEST COMEDY, WILL BE ANNOUNCED AT 8:00PM EDT.
This is it – the big one. Not so much for a single year’s work at making crap comedy as a concerted effort across an entire career, this award salutes those who, year in year out, go out of their way to make comedy that puzzles, annoys, and bores the Tumblie voters. Some might say these winners are often amongst the most popular comedians of the day; we say if popularity is your only guide to quality, enjoy your steady diet of Justin Beiber music, Twilight movies, Today Tonight reports on Centerlink-Rorting Tenants from Hell in Australia’s Worst Street who can Save You Money On Your Power Bills… and, of course, the winner of this years Lifetime Achievement Award for Crap Comedy.
You have to take your hat off to Dave Hughes. A decade ago he was Australia’s angriest comedian, constantly losing it for laughs on youth-orientated comedy shows like Rove and The Glasshouse. Then he sat himself behind the desk at The 7PM Project and started weighing-in on the big topics of the day, and now he’s Australia’s favourite dad, keeping us all up to date with the wonders of parenthood. And yes, those wonders may seen dull and trite to everyone who either has or hasn’t gone through them, but at least he’s out there forging new ground. It’s not funny new ground or new ground to anyone but himself, but hey, let’s not start expecting miracles here.
THE RESULTS OF THE NEXT CATEGORY, BEST NEW COMEDY, WILL BE ANNOUNCED AT 7:30PM EDT.
Legacies are a fragile thing in the “what have you done for me lately” world of comedy. They’re also something that should constantly be on the line as you stretch yourself trying for new and greater things. It’s when those things you’re reaching for involve a surplus of dick jokes or dressing Akmal up as various world leaders that the general public’s support tends to waver. And rightly so. Comedy should always be fresh and surprising, and we don’t mean in a “how the hell did this get 12 episodes” sort of way.
Unlike the other nominees in this category, Ben Elton had a considerable legacy to piss on. And that’s still true even if you’ve been following his sinking comedy fortunes in the UK for the last decade or so. Ben Elton was and remains a noteworthy stand-up, he is responsible for co-writing a number of excellent TV comedies, and some of his novels aren’t bad either. Unfortunately he also has a passion for pop music and stage musicals, and it is thanks to his recent involvement in those worlds that we saw such failings in Live From Planet Earth.
Schlocky song and dance numbers, lame gags and broad characters may be acceptable in We Will Rock You, which Elton co-wrote and directed, but it hasn’t gone down too well on TV since Elton’s boyhood and the last hoorah of TV variety. Elton gave numerous interviews responding to the criticism directed at Live From Planet Earth and he maintained that he was happy with the material he’d written. That’s probably what Chris Lilley and the Good News World team would have said too if they’d ever been called out for their shoddy work. And if that’s not an argument for decent script editors in this country then we don’t know what is.
THE RESULTS OF THE NEXT CATEGORY, THE LIFETIME ACHIEVEMENT AWARD FOR CRAP COMEDY, WILL BE ANNOUNCED AT 7:00PM EDT.
Looking over the TV listings this year, the one thought that repeatedly came to our minds is “please Australian networks, hold back on the quality shows for a while, we can barely cope with the ones we’ve already got”. And somehow they heard us, so while classics like The Renovators, and the one about cooking ,and the other one about cooking, and the third one about cooking ran for week after week after week, the occasional comedy series that actually sounded like something we’d like to see was quietly pushed back to the grim meathook future of 2012.
Okay, the one comedy series we really did want to see (the ABC assures us the other two nominees will screening in February) was pushed back to “yeah, nah, we’re not going to be making that one, thanks”. Exactly why remains a minor mystery, though we’re willing to blame everything on Nine right up until the moment John Clarke and Ross Stevenson come out and say “we had a lot of trouble coming up with ideas”. Which, considering Clarke’s been talking up doing a sequel since at least the 2008 Olympics, seems a little unlikely. Let’s not forget the classy way Nine treated most of their 2011 comedy output either: if The Games: London Calling actually had happened, an 11pm timeslot by week four would have been firmly on the cards.
THE RESULTS OF THE NEXT CATEGORY, THE “PISSING ON THEIR LEGACY” AWARD, WILL BE ANNOUNCED AT 6:30PM EDT.