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Lucy Mangan

Frasier review – Kelsey Grammer is as perfect as ever

So good it almost brings a tear to the eye … Kelsey Grammer and the new cast of Frasier with director Jimmy Burrows.
So good it almost brings a tear to the eye … Kelsey Grammer and the new cast of Frasier with director Jimmy Burrows. Photograph: Chris Haston/Paramount+

It would be ridiculous to claim that your personal happiness ever hung on the success of a television programme. But on the other hand, the heart wants what it wants. And this heart, along with that of every other devotee to a certain pompous but lovable Seattle shrink, has been strung to one desire since the reboot of history’s most immaculate sitcom was greenlit; that the new Frasier be great.

The wait is over. The reboot is here. Frasier – played, though you hardly need me to tell you, by Kelsey Grammer – has relocated from his “eclectic” apartment in the Emerald City and returned east to Boston, where it all began. After 15 years of a successful TV series, he wants a quieter life and to be near his now grown-up son Frederick (Jack Cutmore-Scott) who still lives in Boston after – to his father’s profound bafflement – dropping out of Harvard to become a firefighter.

The first episode is a test of faith as backstories are filled in, pieces are arranged and new characters are introduced. There is Eve (Jess Salgueiro) who lives with Freddy, though the precise nature of their relationship is only uncovered over the course of the half hour. There is Frasier’s nephew, David (Anders Keith) – Niles and Daphne’s son who has her sunny optimism, a way with a handkerchief that can only have come from his father and a laminated card listing his allergies (“The ones in red are fatal”). There is Olivia (Toks Olagundoye), the highly strung, wildly competitive head of Harvard’s psychology department. And there is Frasier’s best friend from his bright college days – Alan, played in full corduroy by our very own Nicholas Lyndhurst. When his casting was announced, a gasp went up across Britain. Rodders, from Only Fools and Horses? In Frasier? Surely not? Which was in fact the greatest compliment and assurance that could have been given. For Lyndhurst is – whisper it – not actually Del Boy Trotter’s little brother Rodney! He was acting! So well that he fooled us all and made it impossible for his native audience to uncouple him from John Sullivan’s creation. Lyndhurst and Grammer met while working on a production of Man of La Mancha a few years ago and Grammer, untrammelled by any indelible knowledge of him as Peckham’s greatest plonker, recognised immediately what he could do. So here he is, as the magnificently laconic psych lecturer Alan, and perfect foil to Frasier’s fussiness.

Cutmore-Scott as Freddy Crane and Kelsey Grammer as Frasier.
Cutmore-Scott as Freddy Crane and Kelsey Grammer as Frasier. Photograph: Pamela Littky/AP

All this setup work means that there is little of the original show’s fine-grained beauty. It deals in broad strokes, and the jokes are not the filigree work its fans have ever worshipped (“Have you considered,” says Alan, for example, when Frasier bemoans Freddy’s unwillingness to engage with him, “that he hates you?”). Grammer plays his man as perfectly and with as light a touch as ever, moving seamlessly into emotional scenes from comic ones and out again, but the rest of the cast (without Grammer’s decades in the Frasier business to draw on) aren’t quite there yet.

Nor are they in the next couple of episodes, and the heart does begin to quail. But … but they are better. The jokes are subtler, the relationships – especially the hate-hate one between Olivia and the albatross Alan around her ambitious neck – are growing. Actors are relaxing. Confidence is growing. And then, suddenly, by the fourth episode, the chemistry, the ineffable magic, the ease, the unbottleable perfect combination of them all is there. Although Martin would be ashamed of me, the joy of the realisation – almost the greater for having watched it evolve in front of me – almost brings a tear to the eye.

Unlike the wretched reboot of Sex and the City, Frasier’s team has managed to update the comedy’s situation, incorporate Frasier’s greater age and its different challenges and diversify its casting without apparent strain. It feels like an organic progression rather than something flung together by a frightened committee.

There are many lovely comic callbacks to the original episodes (“I am no stranger to an underperforming dinner party,” says Frasier, as he steels himself for another) and some even lovelier ones to original characters and actors. Frasier returns to Boston after the funeral of his father, Martin, played by John Mahoney who died five years ago. “He was a hell of a guy,” Frasier says of character and actor to his son. “A tough act to follow.” The Cheers-esque bar in which Eve works is called Mahoney’s and the episode is dedicated to him, to Cheers and Frasier script supervisor Gabrielle James, and to Lyndhurst’s son Archie who died in 2020 at the age of 19. It is a fitting touch to what still remains a class act. Keep the faith.

• Frasier is available on Paramount+

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