|The new sitcom from the guy who brought you a plotline|
where a male character's dilemma was that someone had
used their magic superpower to steal his penis.
The subject of this review is of the most recent episode of Atlantis, a show which is Misfits' antithesis in every point I made above and yet, painfully, is written by the same person.
This week saw Atlantis' take on the great drama of Oedipus, of course inserting its unlikely ensemble into the mix for reasons which are currently unknown to science. The three dumb heroes find a baby in the woods and Hercules (Mark Addy, the only member of the main cast worth talking about) grows attached to it, returning it to the city and having the other two help him take care of it. Turns out it's a visiting King's deliberately rejected son, who the asshole Oracle foretold would become Freud's wet dream by killing his dad and marrying his mother. The three, on behalf of the mother and of an awesome servant named Tiresias (Donald Sumpter, Game of Thrones and Being Human), smuggle the baby out. Medusa gives Hercules a peck on the cheek and Queen Pasiphae grows angrily like a hungry bear.
I was ready to give up (as I always am with this show) when the lazy jokes aimed at "three men and a baby" humour turned up, and that thin sliver of plot took up the vast majority of the first half of the episode, only developing into something mildly juicy whenever Donald Sumpter's character arrived on the scene. He's the first character in four weeks that I've actually taken seriously, seeing as everyone else feels like they're in a poor Merlin spinoff show and are very aware of that fact. Mark Addy again got some of the little character development on offer, while Pythagoras and Jason are bostinate in their refusal to move from their positions as mildly amusing idiots. Which would be fine, if Mark Addy's character wasn't the simple comic relief who gets constantly belittled when, all things considered, he's the most rational and sympthasable one there.
|Maester Lewin is too good for this shit.|
Ha. Fat chance.
NEXT WEEK: I was wrong! Well, maybe. Some plot might actually happen as long as Jason can tell some White Lies.