A gang of comics play silly games, then squabble about them. This is totally pointless comfort TV – but that’s precisely why it’s become a hit
Television is a world of minor miracles, of odd little triumphs and things that shouldn’t work but do. Take Taskmaster. A show where comedians are filmed playing stupid games, then gather on a stage to argue over the footage is somehow into its eighth season on the jolly banter channel Dave. It evidently costs about £65 to make, it is a completely ephemeral waste of everyone’s time, and its continued existence offers an invaluable means of escape.
What worrying or stressful consequences can come from discovering whether the narrator of Love Island can fashion a sexier ventriloquist’s dummy from everyday objects than that guy from The Inbetweeners? Or from knowing who is quicker at finding the other half of a baby monitor, hidden somewhere in a house: her off Peter Kay’s Car Share or him off The Chase? None. The larks here are pure. About the only dire uncertainty when Taskmaster comes back is whether the five new contestants will be quite as funny as the ones in previous seasons. Yet even that has lost its jeopardy now, on account of all seven previous seasons having successfully found – leaving aside the clear divide between the episodes that had Bob Mortimer in them, and those that didn’t – a lineup with chemistry.
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