|Starring||Steve Coogan, Colm Meaney, Nigel Lindsay, Felicity Montagu, Darren Boyd, Sean Pertwee|
|Release||TBC (US) 7 AUG (UK) Certificate 15|
Crucially, the events of Alpha Papa feel feasible: they had to be interesting enough to sustain 90 minutes of comedy, but also in Partridge's wheelhouse - it's just believable enough that this could be the most important thing to ever happen to Alan. And so, as Colm Meaney's decrepit DJ Pat chooses to take up arms rather than take a trip to the big radio station in the sky, Alan jumps at the chance to play North Norfolk negotiator; defusing a dangerous situation, yes, but far more importantly, raising his media profile. Alan can't be Bruce Willis, but he can be Al Pacino in Dog Day Afternoon. Minus the ladyboy.
With the 'sit' established, the 'com' pretty much takes takes care of itself. Partridge is at his best when his back is against the wall, and the siege gives him plenty of opportunities to reveal new depths of cowardliness (on suggesting Pat's sacking to the station's new owners: "I didn't kill him, Lynn, it was assisted suicide. I just flew him to Switzerland"). However, the relative scale of the film does not always result in the funniest scenes; often it's Alan's bread and butter i.e. mindless chat with Norwich nutters that generates the most titters.
One late scene, in which Alan attempts to instruct a police officer in the correct use of a bullhorn, is - to paraphrase Partridge - abso-bloody-exactly what the character should be doing: focusing on petty grievances and mild irritations even in the face of life-changing events. It's Alan's foot-in-mouth syndrome that makes him so worth watching ("Is that your wife? She's got such... brown hair"); giving him a gun does little to change that.
After an hour, the feature film format does occasionally seem to be too overwhelming for Alan - particularly as support from the likes of Geordie pal Michael and Sidekick Simon is minimal - and as his adventures ultimately take him on the road, you may yearn for him to be back in the cosy studios of North Norfolk Digital, yakking with Jill from Holt about which 'monger' is the worst: iron, fish, rumour or war?
Yet predictably, just when you start to think the task is beyond him, Alan redeems himself - usually with a perfectly timed one-liner (the Osama bin Laden gag near the end is one of Partridge's best, maybe ever). Like every sitcom, come the closing credits the status quo has resumed: Partridge is back on the air, having learned very little and achieved nothing, except perhaps for one thing. He got his movie out of his system.
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