Published Date: 08 September 2010
By Andrea Mullaney
There would be no mention of drugs and only mild innuendo replacing open talk about sex. Above all, there would never be any mention of the toilet, let alone a scene of anyone sitting on it with the door open.
In fact, there wouldn't be much left and so it's unlikely that Him & Her ever will be translated overseas. It's very British, very BBC3, but, with a script by Stefan Golaszewski (part of the sketch group Cowards), despite the crude references it would be inaccurate to class it alongside the shagging'n'farting obsessed likes of Two Pints Of Lager. Determinedly plot free, set entirely in the flat where Tovey's Steve (Him) and Solemani's Becky (Her) lie about in their pants, the show has definite ambitions to portray something a bit different. I'm just not quite sure what.
The couple are young and in love - well, in lust, anyway. He wants to have sex, a lot. She is amenable, as long as it doesn't clash with Cash In The Attic, but not above bribing him with it to let her whining sister come round. As they cheerfully argue over not flushing their poo and moan about who's making the toast, it is not a relationship with a lot of mystery, unless you count the fact that he knows her sister's boyfriend has cheated on her with a Sporty Spice lookalike, but Becky quickly worked that one out anyway. "Sporty Spice!" wept the aggrieved sister. "I never liked her!" "There was that one she did with Bryan Adams," pointed out Becky reasonably, before quickly recanting after an outraged look. "No, no, never liked her."
The only drama, if you can call it that, involved a feeble attempt to capture a spider, ultimately beyond their energy. Self-absorbed, annoying and lewd, they are the epitome of directionless, lazy youth that grumpy old people like to moan about. They're also quite happy.
There are no jokes. It will be hated by many as a pointless non-story about irritating people.