The corrupt and venal Alan B'Stard MP is back for another series of dirty political chicanery. These seven episodes see the New Money Tory attempt to strip the poor of the vote, get implicated in a sex scandal involving underage girls, and re-inventing himself as a Nazi-Hunter (it turns out there's money to be made from it, and it's easy to find the Nazis when you're the one who has been helping them hide all along).
This second series of The New Statesman continues the anarchic mix of comedic absurdism, smuttiness and cynicism that characterised the first. Rik Mayall mugs his way through the scripts as the "ridiculosuly handsome" (in his own mind, at least) B'Stard, managing to endow his character with just enough charisma that his venal self-importance and utter lack of empathy for anyone else stay just on the 'humorous' side of the humorous/horrible divide.
If you want a version of House of Cards that is entirely aware of the silliness of its own plotlines, and which doesn't give a wick for good taste, then this is worth a look.
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