Damn, this was hard work. Little Britain definitely jumped the shark with series two, leaving them with nowhere to go but over the top: the punchlines are cruder and more grotesque and Matt Lucas just gets louder by the sketch on the assumption that noisier is funnier. It's always trying too hard, like a playground imitation rather than the real thing. There are a few moments that work - the disgraced MP with his family, Orville and the autograph hunter - but I doubt there's even ten minutes of decent material in the whole third series' run. Worse, the characters have nowhere to go, so it goes for escalation and multiplication: if the definitely not Women's Institute snob is funny vomiting on vicars and boy scouts, think how much funnier she'd be vomiting on the Queen? If one fat naked woman at a health farm is funny, then two fat naked women at a health farm will be twice as funny - especially if one of them is black, right?
The one grace note is that it does try to find some kind of closure. Lou finally gets some kind of comeuppance with a fire-and-brimstone carer, the Fat Fighters finally fight back, Dafydd tries to leave the village, 'Florence' has to choose between his wife and being a 'Laydee' as if Lucas and Walliams finally realise the gig is up. Although, of course, it wasn't, though they managed to atone a bit with the Christmas special (maybe the falling ratings gave them a welcome kick in the butt). Still, another series would really be pushing it...