Ideal
Graham Duff’s Ideal is a kind of hermetically-sealed sitcom. It’s all about the four walls of drug dealer Moz’s nasty flat. It’s claustrophobic and quite dark. I mean literally dark. No natural light (not even the simulated kind) shall fall on these sticky carpets and collapsing armchairs. It reminds me of Eraserhead—which sounds like a bit of a stretch I know—but also Hancock: studiobound comic miserabilism. In fact it’s like Samuel Beckett: bleak, purposeless and very funny. Really.