BOB HART OUT OF THE BOX
THERE is something incestuous about Tony Martin, who hosts this series, interviewing Rob Sitch, with whom he often works. Not that there is anything wrong with that, of course.
In fact, perhaps it is the incestuous nature of the entire series that makes it work as Martin gains almost immediate access to the innermost thoughts of his subjects — many of whom are, at the very least, old friends.
We saw how well things went with Alan Davies, with whom Martin has shared comedy stages, and how much more of themselves celebrities are inclined to reveal when they are relaxed, unthreatened and simply chatting with a mate.
There is more spontaneity, and less preoccupation with those carefully rehearsed, and probably untrue, anecdotes which are the meat and potatoes of most chat shows, especially the NorthAmerican variety.
Away from the telly, Martin is a rare and difficult talent to categorise: he is funny, charming and quick. But so far, he seems to have failed to reach his full potential.
His radio shows were successful, but seldom as successful as they seemed to deserve. His film, Bad Eggs, was funny,
Relaxed: Rob Sitch