About as funny as a dose of genital warts.
The scripts are dire; the only positive feature - and I'm pushing it in saying that - is the two well-known principals, about whom you have to wonder what on earth induced them to stoop this low.
Over the course of 30 long minutes the men bicker with each other, lust over a young, good-looking man by the name of Ash in his tight-fitting t-shirt, and generally mince around, all limp-wristed, calling each other things like "You stinking pile of turd" or 'You cheating slut". Classic one liners, I'm sure you'll agree.
These gay characters are nothing more than camp stereotypes, but the main issue is that this just isn't funny.
Vicious was panned by a number of critics, with the Telegraph saying that the script "fell disastrously flat", and calling it "the least funny new comedy in recent memory"; the Guardian said it was "frankly, a bit lame" and a "Greggs doughnut of a show" (that is, for US readers, 'cheap').
Hard to believe a second series is planned.
Utter rubbish.
The scripts are dire; the only positive feature - and I'm pushing it in saying that - is the two well-known principals, about whom you have to wonder what on earth induced them to stoop this low.
Over the course of 30 long minutes the men bicker with each other, lust over a young, good-looking man by the name of Ash in his tight-fitting t-shirt, and generally mince around, all limp-wristed, calling each other things like "You stinking pile of turd" or 'You cheating slut". Classic one liners, I'm sure you'll agree.
These gay characters are nothing more than camp stereotypes, but the main issue is that this just isn't funny.
Vicious was panned by a number of critics, with the Telegraph saying that the script "fell disastrously flat", and calling it "the least funny new comedy in recent memory"; the Guardian said it was "frankly, a bit lame" and a "Greggs doughnut of a show" (that is, for US readers, 'cheap').
Hard to believe a second series is planned.
Utter rubbish.