Blunt Talk offers further proof of Patrick Stewart’s brilliance

Even in these early episodes, when most writers would be finding their footing, Ames already has a knack for lines that fit Stewart’s rhythm. One of the star’s talents is his ability to pivot from manic to subdued in an instant, and Ames’ scripts often invite him do so in the space of a single line. Blunt cries in a moment of grand inspiration, “I need to be a better father to the American people!” before adding, as an afterthought, “…and of course to my own children.”

Blunt is usually accompanied by Harry (Adrian Scarborough), a fellow veteran of the Falklands War who still addresses Blunt as “Major” and attends to his superior officer’s every need. Blunt’s producers serve a similar function: They have their own ideas for the show, but they’ll drop everything to address their host’s latest whim, essentially serving as an extension of his will. In functional terms, their deference allows Blunt to get himself into a wider range of trouble than he otherwise could achieve by himself, which is convenient in a loopy comedy like this one. Yet Blunt Talk also does the important work of justifying the secondary players’ subservient behavior. Blunt has warm, thoughtful interactions with everyone in his retinue—he’s both selfish and eager to help, a commander who truly cares for his troops.

Ames has his peccadilloes. He loves to make his characters fixate on things, which is fine, but Ames treats these obsessions as if they’re funny on their face. One episode pursues a long, repetitive buildup to the revelation that one of Blunt’s producers is a hoarder with a lot of junk in his office. Hoarding is a thing you’ve probably heard of, and apparently that is enough of a punchline here. The writing is similarly lazy when it comes to drug humor. The mere fact of substance abuse strikes Ames as inherently hilarious, which gets tiresome—especially in the premiere, where Blunt and Harry consume every upper, downer, and in-betweener they can get their hands on.

As you might have guessed by now, Blunt Talk sags when Stewart isn’t part of the action. The show makes admirable attempts to build out the world beyond Blunt, and the effort yields some dividends. Timm Sharp plays Jim, the aforementioned hoarder, with a believable neuroticism that mostly steers clear of caricature. Another producer, Celia (Dolly Wells), is the “quirky one” in a cast full of quirks, yet she too manages to maintain an endearing naturalism. The show slumps to a standstill, however, when it indulges in sappy scenes like one where young producer Martin (Karan Soni) mashes his face into the breasts of his matronly boss, Rosalie (Jacki Weaver), taking deep sniffs of her perfume. Such mild strangeness comes off as a watered-down version of Blunt’s more entertaining mania, which only reminds the viewer that Stewart isn’t on screen at the moment.

But most of the time, Stewart is on screen, so most of the time, it’s hard to stop watching. His comic instincts are well-honed to the extent that an unwitting viewer would never guess the actor first made his mark in dramatic roles. Of course, Stewart is a known quantity to most of the audience, and maybe the world didn’t need further proof of his genius. Blunt Talk provides it anyway.