Whatever you put at the centre of your comedy it cannot be earnestness or else it will pull all things down into it's righteous self-absorption.
Which brings me to Rev - the new BBC sitcom set in an East London church. At the centre is Adam, a well-meaning priest who seems world-weary long before his time. We've only had three episodes but from the outset he seems worn out by the clash of his sincere liberalism and the harsh realities of modern ministry. His heavy soul weighs down the whole show and there just aren't any interesting characters to offset this earnest-overload. The writers seem very aware of this, desperately trying to punctuate the morass with some fairly blunt sex gags. Something's got to break up the moralism.
Maybe this sounds weird coming from a minister - but the whole thing is just way too preachy. The punchlines all fall to Adam who turns them into sermonettes:
Colin isn't vital to anyone, Darren, except God. And if God loves you, Darren, then he loves Colin just as much.
In any other comedy this would be the feedline. In Rev it's the punchline.
Now there are ways of communicating the love of God creatively. But you couldn't shift gears more clunkily if Adam turned to camera and said "You know guys, if you're affected by any of these issues, phone the number on your screen..."
So much comedy works off pricking the bubbles that Rev produces. But it's usually a wide-eyed, joyful bubble pricked by a caustic, insightful wit. Think of Blackadder with Baldrick, or Peter Cook with Dudley Moore, or Basil Fawlty with the Major / Manuel, or Del Boy with Rodney, or Sir Humphrey with Jim Hacker, or Bernard with Manny, or Mark with Jez. There's an ebullience and joy to the bubble and a razor-sharp riposte to burst it.
But in Rev it's a tired moralistic bloat bludgeoned by sex gags (oo er vicar).
And it's not as though you need a sardonic crank at the heart of the show. In the church context, Father Ted and The Vicar of Dibley worked exceptionally well as comedies - I'd say largely because there was a joie de vivre in the central characters. In fact here (and with anything Graham Linehan does) it's not so much about bursting the bubble, more about the bubble gloriously flying off into the stratosphere.
But this is so desperately lacking in Rev and instead we have a black-hole of worthiness in the worst sense.
I think it goes to show something I harped on about last year. There's nothing less joyful, nothing less funny, than taking yourself seriously. True joy comes when we take God seriously but not ourselves.