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The Mimic
Wed Mar 20, 10-10.35pm, C4
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Series one, episode two
Martin Hurdle continues to hide in plain sight in this week’s second episode of the comedy drama, his vocal abilities employed to seduce a swimsuit model over the phone (as Christopher Walken), to socialise with strangers in a pub (as an Irishman) and to amuse his long-lost son (as Ian McKellen), whose mother he re-encounters tonight. Who the real Martin is, however, remains an engrossing mystery: unless his entire personality can be constructed from life’s little disappointments, setbacks and missed opportunities.
The laughs come mostly from Mynott’s spot-on impressions or his deadbeat pal, Neil (Neil Maskell), who’s considering dating someone he met online who has a chocolate lab, (‘Some kind of Willy Wonka shit’). It’s another beautifully judged blend of humour and pathos: one false step and it could be either dismal farce or ‘Taxi Driver’-esque alienation horror. No danger of either just yet, though: in Martin, Terry Mynott has created a tragicomic character it’s impossible not to root for.
Martin Hurdle continues to hide in plain sight in this week’s second episode of the comedy drama, his vocal abilities employed to seduce a swimsuit model over the phone (as Christopher Walken), to socialise with strangers in a pub (as an Irishman) and to amuse his long-lost son (as Ian McKellen), whose mother he re-encounters tonight. Who the real Martin is, however, remains an engrossing mystery: unless his entire personality can be constructed from life’s little disappointments, setbacks and missed opportunities.
The laughs come mostly from Mynott’s spot-on impressions or his deadbeat pal, Neil (Neil Maskell), who’s considering dating someone he met online who has a chocolate lab, (‘Some kind of Willy Wonka shit’). It’s another beautifully judged blend of humour and pathos: one false step and it could be either dismal farce or ‘Taxi Driver’-esque alienation horror. No danger of either just yet, though: in Martin, Terry Mynott has created a tragicomic character it’s impossible not to root for.
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