Can the format of ‘Psychobitches’ really sustain a series? While it’s fair to say that returns do diminish somewhat, there are still plenty of chuckles, what with Sharon Horgan’s desperate Virginia Woolf and a slatternly, pie-guzzling Diana Dors finding herself face to face with the real Marilyn Monroe. It’s limited but fun, which is more than you can really say for ‘Up the Women’.
Despite the impeccable credentials of everyone involved (Jessica Hynes, Rebecca Front, Vicki Pepperdine), this just doesn’t fly. For a start, there’s no real point; any political edge is sidestepped or dampened by the air of farce. And the humour itself is limited to double entendre, sight gags and broad physical comedy. Why couldn’t the BBC have just commissioned a full series of Hynes and Julia Davis’s scabrous ‘Lizzie and Sarah’ instead?
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