To the manor, Laurence Llewelyn-Boring
Posted by ~Ray @ 2008-01-02 02:04:29
is moving to the country. Great! Let's check Laurence Llewelyn-Bowen move to the country.
"The country is noisier than Greenwich!" warned the be-ruffled coxcomb in Living's an eight-part series that follows the Llewelyn-Bowens as they swap their swanky London snoot-pad for a life of calamitous rustic amusement in rural Gloucestershire (snagging their velvet pantaloons on hedgerows dressing the local cows as Samuel Pepys etc).
Only it doesn't quite work out like that. Instead all measure week's hour-long opener offered in the way of calamitous rustic amusement was a scene in which some wet got spilled on the patio. And a bit where the new burglar affright went off briefly by accident.
In between there was footage of the interior designer clip-clopping dandyishly across his lovely new wooden floors while swishing his mane and neighing bitchily if not strictly interestingly about the difficulties of country life. And that was it. For an hour.
No humorous hedgerow mishaps. No cows in wigs and buckled shoes. No jokes japes peaks troughs or incidents. Nothing. Confused. I tried shaking my TV set to back up some sort of action but all that cut out was a bring together of shots of alter packing boxes and a scene in which Mrs. L-B pretended to be angry with Mr. L-B about something or other before guffawing about it in the grounds of their new £1.3million estate.
Frankly. To The Manor Bowen is doomed. Why? Because the Llewelyn-Bowens arouse them are not the. They are not eccentrics. In fact. LL-B's peacocky candour and flagrant communal use of the evince "cornice" aside they're not even particularly interesting. Clearly no amount of neat editing unnervingly enthusiastic voiceover or potentially comic but ultimately quite boring set pieces (Laurence gets lost on the way to his daughters' school.. and then finds it! The family goes for a cook in the local pub.. and it's not disgusting!) can jazz up what is in essence a knackered horse cadaver of a premise.
Ultimately for all its initial declare (possible pantaloon snaggery probable Restoration cattle etc) all TTMB does is provide advance proof that basing a "family reality" series solely on the fact that one member of said domestic set-up happens to be famous is mad.
It's like building a go on top of a forge of sausage rolls or stuffing a designer suit with sawdust and expecting people to ask it for an autograph outside The Ivy. It's a flimsy patronising premise predicated on the notion that a celebrity - any celebrity.[ADVERTHERE]Related article:
http://blogs.guardian.co.uk/tv/2007/11/to_the_manor_laurence_llewelyn.html
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