Rev.

This is a series I had to watch alone. My wife didn't enjoy it, found it to be odd and boring. Maybe it caught me at the right time. I was going through a faith transition, mini crisis, of my own and I was looking for alternatives to how I had been religiously programmed.

Not that Rev provides answers to existential crisis. But, he shows a religious order that though it is built on money and returns, it is handled by Rev with care and love. There is a tension throughout between the institution of church and the care of the parishioners. I felt Rev's acceptance.

There is the struggle over the popularity of Orthodoxy (as Rev compares the packed church next door with its harsh rules and dogmatics to his own sparsely attended sacrament administered based on the two great commandments of love).

The series seemed to climax in season three and it became a little sentimentally dramatic in the end with the comparison of Rev to a Christlike role. But, I still watched with interest through to the final scenes with the Cross.

It was humorous, ironic, thoughtful and timely for me.

I couldn't eat cereal while watching, because the crunch in my ears caused me to miss some of the dialogue.

Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

"Joking is undignified; that is why it is so good for your soul." G.K. Chesterton. This show is good for the soul. Minister's on TV are always portrayed as hell-breathing sledge hammers, naive, bumbling, pleasant wimps or something more sinister. (In Australia no one even bothers to include them as characters as God seems to be an irrelevancy in "the colonies".) But this show is nuanced, perceptive, vaguely shocking and laugh-out-loud funny. I really like the way Adam prays in his head. I pray like that too. It feels a bit like Adrian Plass, affectionately irreverent. Maybe I am being a "Nigel", but if I was a minister, I would very much like to be like this one. An unsentimental show about a peculiarly profound vocation.

It's not terribly exciting, and there are seldom any real plots, and very little actually happens, but it's a very nice story of an English vicar trying to do his best to please everyone around him. Tom Hollander is a great character actor but he struggles to be the lead in this -- the rest of the cast is so good it doesn't really matter. All in all, Rev. Is a nice place to land when you want a respite from the intense serious drama occupying most of the space on tv today.

If only Olivia Coleman weren't in this. Basically, this should be the story of an inner city vicar who is not really sure if he's making a difference. So if Olivia Coleman's character didn't exist, everything would be fine.

He could lust after the beautiful principal of the school, he could question his vocation and he could get a chance to openly discuss religion in a modern sitcom and that might be really helpful.

But it's hard to understand how these two people would even meet, let alone have sex or get married. They don't seem to know each other and they don't seem to have anything in common. It's like they just added her in as an afterthought.

So she is dressing up like a prostitute in the local convenience store to enhance their sex life and he's questioning the nature of existence. Just doesn't make any sense.

You would think that someone in his situation who decided to marry would be really in love and pretty certain about what they want to do with their life. I almost think she forgets what his job is.

Anyway, they have wonderful actors and they are all wasted with an absurd plot line.

I finally gave this show a go, for the last episode in the series, and it's left me completely bewildered as to what all the fuss has been about. I had tried it once previously only to find the credit sequence so annoying that I switched it off.

But, having read rave reviews in the press (Guardian, Telegraph, Standard), with columnists dubbing it 'brilliant', feting it as a masterpiece and praising the performances, I steeled myself to try again.

I really wish I hadn't bothered.

I found Tom Hollander entirely unprepossessing in a vaguely irritating way. His relationship with wife Olivia Colman had no ring of truth – their absurd polite arm's-length behaviour made it seem like they didn't know each other at all but had just been deposited on the same set together that day. She was phonily perky like someone instructed to alter her tone to 'jolly' and 'upbeat' as if talking to a child in need of special encouragement.

They are supported by a cast of characters who all have faces that you want to slap.

Is it meant to be a comedy? There was no humour in it, not a single funny line, bar the chap professing himself to be very good at humility.

I have never had much sympathy for self-indulgent people who lie in bed moping all day after a setback, as the lead did in this episode. After all, he has a wife, child and people who appear to respect him despite the fact that he comes across as a bit dim and self-centred.

Thank goodness this wasn't some gem that had passed me by but rather a travesty of a comedy/drama/whatever (I couldn't really tell), purporting to be intellectual and appealing for some reason to the moneyed upper-middle classes.