Little Steppington is a small suburb that should be calm, cozy and quiet. But it is not lucky with its inhabitants. Instead of quietly killing time knitting, they kill each other. Vegetable...
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Little Steppington is a small suburb that should be calm, cozy and quiet. But it is not lucky with its inhabitants. Instead of quietly killing time knitting, they kill each other. Vegetable cutters and large-caliber weapons go into action. Under the guise of a women's charitable society, classes of yoga and a circle of amateur runners, secret super-agents hide themselves, ready to eliminate a couple of competitors for the sake of another injection of Botox. Feeding their husbands an industrial dose of Viagra for breakfast and turning a quiet British suburb into a kind of slum where policemen do not go.
"Stepford Wives" vs "Suburban Housewives" or perhaps an English "Twin Peaks" - you'd understand the connection if you REALLY watched "Twin Peaks". The acting is rich, the comedy black and the content adult. If you enjoy bloke comedy then you will recognize a few faces. It doesn't take long before you are well entrenched into the story line and you'll be thanking Oxygen for running two episodes back to back.
Overall theme: Joyce and her husband have moved into a small English city (it has a church, so it's a city) as he has accepted a position as chief constable. Two factions of housewives are contending for influence/control over Joyce and ultimately, her husband's influence over local law enforcement. Each gun toting faction uses a different method of influence, fear and intimidation vs conscience and moral duty.
The supporting characters (more a case of caricatures) are campy and carried out by actors and actresses with the same commitment to their role as Don Adam's "Maxwell Smart".
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