The latest series manages to be pretty decent overall, with enough energy and wit to keep you engaged. The pacing feels sharper, the writing leans into silliness in just the right places, and there's a general sense of confidence that wasn't always present before. When it works, it really works - fast gags, daft set-pieces, and a cast who seem to be enjoying themselves as much as the audience.
That said, there's one glaring problem that drags the whole thing down: Ayesha. Every time she appears on screen, the momentum screeches to a halt. The comedy flatlines, the energy dips, and it feels like watching a completely different (and far less funny) show. Jokes that were landing seconds earlier suddenly dry up, replaced by awkward exchanges that feel forced and unnecessary. It's not just a weak character - it's a tonal mismatch that undercuts the chemistry the rest of the cast work so hard to build. If there's a third series, the solution is simple: write her out. The show doesn't need her, and it would be vastly better off without her dragging scenes into the mud.
On the positive side, Ryan Sampson and Danny Dyer are a revelation together. Their dynamic is electric, a perfect mix of chaos and warmth that gives the show its heartbeat. Sampson's manic energy bouncing off Dyer's laddish swagger makes for consistently funny, often unexpected moments. You get the sense they're genuinely enjoying playing off each other, which makes the audience enjoy it all the more.
Strip away the dead weight and double down on that partnership, and you've got the makings of something special. As it stands, it's a solid effort, but one that could easily be brilliant with just a little course correction.
