Alan Partridge: Alpha Papa
Starring: Steve Coogan, Colm Meeny, Phil Cornwell - Dir: Declan Lowney
The cinematic world is full of TV characters who made it onto the big screen only to go down in flames. Being the star of a thirty minute episodic TV show is a million miles away from making it through a plot-driven ninety minute film that requires things like character development and proper secondary players.
So it’s with great pleasure that I can say Steve Coogan, with his long-running creation Alan Partridge, has absolutely nailed it.
Alan Partridge has a twenty year history behind him, starting as a clueless sports reporter on The Day Today before going solo as a talk show host in Knowing Me Knowing You With Alan Partridge. Since then there have been many ups and downs for the inspired creation, but even if none of that means a thing to you the pleasures of watching Alpha Papa will still be manifold.
Here we have Partridge working at a radio station which is about to be “rebranded” as hip and commercial. Threatened with dismissal a fellow DJ cracks and takes the station hostage. AP is brought in as a somewhat reluctant hostage negotiator.
It’s sterling stuff, very funny and comfortably coming to grips with its filmic structure and length. It also stays true to the Alan Partridge we love to hate, allowing him a generous quota of unwittingly vacuous dialogue and plenty of space to riff.
If you’re a fan rejoice; if not, prepare to become one.
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