Series first: The first thing to notice is that Whoops Apocalypse marks the some of the earliest major TV appearances of Alexei Sayle and Rik Mayall. Mayall had appeared in A Kick up The Eighties the year before, but the first airing of
The Young Ones was still eight months away. The second thing is the quality of the talent on offer: Peter Jones, Barry Morse, John 'CJ' Barron, Geoffrey Palmer, John Cleese and Richard Griffiths. The Cold War setup is very much of its time, coming as it did just a year before Margaret Thatcher's Conservatives enjoyed a second election victory. The Falklands conflict began halfway through he series run (on April 2), adding a little spice to the tone. Barry Morse is quite wonderful as the Reaganesque Johnny Cyclops, ex movie star and now hapless US president. For much of the proceedings he looks utterly lost and out of his depth, lurching from one disaster to another, led by the nefarious but ultimately useless Deacon (Barron, who quite purposely loads his character with CJ-isms). The deadly Quark Bomb is stolen by International terrorist, L'acrobat (Cleese). Meanwhile, the exiled Shah of Iran is stuck on a cross-channel ferry in the English Channel during a strike and the UK, led by incoming Kevin Pork (Peter Jones), who is soon to reveal his true identity, is about to join the Warsaw Pact.
Andrew Marshall and David Renwick pitch the script deliberately into the realms of farce, complete with soap opera style titles and all the cues that lend it a low-budget, trashy milieu. The cast are allowed, indeed encouraged, to play over the top to emphasise the utter ludicrousness of the situation and most grab the opportunity with both hands. Cleese in particular chews scenery for England. The only truly downbeat moment comes right as the end, as Cyclops leaves the White House for the last time, and reminded me a little of the tone of the ending of
Blackadder Goes Forth, which was to come seven years after.
But, in the end that pitch at farce what makes this show so much fun, though the targets are very much of their time. I'm not sure anyone under thirty would get many of the gags.
The movie: obviously, four years after the series, the production values for the movie are so much higher but there's little change in the quality of the cast. Loretta Swit takes on the role of the new US president, while Peter Cook is positively unhinged as British PM Mortimer Crisp. As with the series the swipes are very broad, at a time when so much of what was going on in international politics was stretching satire to (and even beyond) its limit. The movie is a decent reimagining but, for me, it lacks the chutzpah of the original and doesn't quite have the same manic spark.