If your ever having a sleepless night, watch out for this very strange little sitcom on ITV. I'm not saying it's any good, just watch out for it. I was half asleep the first time I saw The Pitts and I genuinely thought I'd dreamt it. If David Lynch ever goes on to make a sitcom, it'll probably look like this. The Pitts are an impossibly bland family with impossibly bad luck, mostly in situations revolving around demonic possession, serial killers, werewolves and a mildly horrific episode where the eldest daughter has a pipe driven through her skull. It features lame sign-posted jokes, some of which are so unfunny they defy comprehension, and are accompanied by gales of canned laughter. Bob and Liz, the parents, make mailboxes for a living. She is a skeletal, perma-grinning Stepford Wife (who is apparently now dead) and he is the paedophile from Happiness. It looks like it cost about a tenner to make and is so bland and generic yet creepy and disturbing that it could not more closely resemble a nightmare. Even the sheer cheapness of the thing defies description; the acting, writing and direction are absolutely awful! You can see why I thought I'd dreamt it. How could a show as bad as this possibly get made?! The Pitts is quite simply this generation's Plan 9 From Outer Space. Cultdom must surely beckon...
Review of The Pitts
