About halfway through the first episode of Catherine Tate’s new prison comedy Hard Cell, two things strike me: firstly, the sheer number of defecation jokes crammed into the first ten minutes. Not promising.
The second thing is that there are the bones of a good show in here. They’ve just been locked away behind several sets of bars, rather like its protagonists; as a result, the whole thing stumbles at the starting line and never quite hits its stride.
