Afficianados who attend conventions, call each other smegheads and think Kochanski is a cost-effective substitute for Viagra, may have been disappointed by this resurrection - aptly on screen at Easter. But after a slow start, with the arrival of the Russian Hologram and surrealistic twists and turns, I think we got our moneyworth.
Topical comments about the banks abounded, the aforesaid Ms Kochanski made an appearance towards the end and the aging performers gave it plenty of oomph. There's such a dearth of decent comedy on television, when vintage stuff like this materializes, it takes a while to acclimatise.
I think the metaphysical notion of searching for your maker to extend your life is entirely plausible. Had Luc Goddard directed, instead of Doug Naylor, it might have made media studies courses. True there were not many huge belly laughs...but it's not that sort of comedy. A good effort, a reminder of our past successes before the degeneration into "character" comedy with little or no situation. And a lesson for all of us. You may think it's all over...it is now.