Entirely enmeshed in his own web of lies about life, work and his dead dad, we left ex-pat American energy-drink salesman Todd Margaret (David Cross) with an awful lot of explaining to do to his boss (Will Arnett), assistant (Blake Harrison) and unrequited love (Sharon Horgan). So how, nine short days later, does he end up with his finger on North Korea’s nuclear button? The next six episodes of this second and final series will reveal all: this week sucks in Jihadists, his very-much-alive dad and the ever-game Jon Hamm.
As farce, it’s admirably well engineered, the US-UK culture clashes are more finely honed and Cross has thankfully reined in the irritating excesses of his screaming-pitch performances from the first series. He and fellow ‘Arrested Development’ alumnus Arnett are uproarious whenever they share screentime, but inspiration strikes only sporadically (and we could certainly live without the rape 'gags'). ‘Todd Margaret’ is still less than the sum of its considerable parts.
This private members’ club has been hiding in plain sight behind an ambiguous door on Shaftsbury Avenue since 2001. Cross the threshold and you’ll find a haven from the city’s hustle and bustle (if you’re a member, of course). Century Club's piece de resistance is its roof terrace, which offers all-weather access and views across the London skyline. There’s an array of other spaces to enjoy, too, including a New York-inspired brasserie called the Tap Room, a cocktail lounge and rooms for private hire.
Venue says: “Londons 'best kept secret' - Century is a private members club, with four floors of member spaces including Soho's largest roof terrace.”