Standard, Bridget Jones fare. The main character can do no wrong, and even when she does, it always comes up roses in the end.
People are mostly depicted as simpletons, and RJ has crow-barred as many working-class Welshisms into the dialogue as possible, to the point that it becomes irritating and unrealistic.
Every aspect of working-class like is reduced to schmaltzy, folsky cheese, with warm piano ballads playing and characters gazing wistfully at the sky or their loved ones, seeming to marvel at how much love there is in their world. A bucket won't suffice.
I'm surprised at this, given Ruth Jones's involvement in many of TV's finest modern comedies. If only she'd channelled an iota of that edge into "Stella".
People are mostly depicted as simpletons, and RJ has crow-barred as many working-class Welshisms into the dialogue as possible, to the point that it becomes irritating and unrealistic.
Every aspect of working-class like is reduced to schmaltzy, folsky cheese, with warm piano ballads playing and characters gazing wistfully at the sky or their loved ones, seeming to marvel at how much love there is in their world. A bucket won't suffice.
I'm surprised at this, given Ruth Jones's involvement in many of TV's finest modern comedies. If only she'd channelled an iota of that edge into "Stella".