Friday night and stuck indoors, I find myself alarmingly happy to watch Martin Clunes' Reggie Perrin redux for the creatively bankrupt BBC. It's not the greatest thing in the world, but it is at least entertaining if, like me, you've not memorised the Leonard Rossiter original as a great many seem to have done.
So little else on television at the moment what with the many season finales having aired in the US (24, Heroes, Monk, House...), I suppose I have to settle for what's there, but Clunes is inoffensive from where I'm sitting and the jokes work fine, bar the occasional fantasy sequences that are the weakest part of the show for me.
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