This is How Movies Should Be Made

i know i wasted 90 mins of my life.

The performances transcend the film's tropes, grounding it in characters that feel more complete than this subgenre often produces.

Amazing worth wacthing. So good. Biased but well made with many good points.

Warning: Spoiler Alert "Toast of London" pleases on many levels. It's shocking, witty, warm, banal, quirky, emotional, mesmerizingly entertaining. It contains familiar pieces of Father Ted (crazy daily foils of common life), the Mighty Boosh (the outside-the-box humor and music) and the IT Crowd (beloved crystalized personifications) - all which pull at my heart strings. Mixing short brilliant 'trials of the day' along with an 'ode to woes' are tossed in with hopeful grabs at fame, dodging foils and shortcomings, striving among the myriad of quirky characterizations of colleagues, taskmasters, friends, foes and strained hopeful bedfellows. The more I rewatch each season, my admiration grows. I find it relaxing, fun, titillating, surprising; my fondness grows for each fully developed character; from his quirky yet grounding room-mate Ed; his mentoring petulant agent Jane, whose idiosyncrasies fascinate; his misogynistic, militarily single-minded (and single-handed) brother Blair, who disapproves his brothers vocation choice; the boys at the sound studio, highlighting Clem Fandango, guilty of secretly deflowering Toasts bride; the Purchases, his main adversary, the animated arse Ray and his oversexed shared wife and confidante; all topped by Brian Blessed playing their dying father! It can't get better than this! It is easy to become attached to the song sequences with their haunting melodies and dreamlike visuals; each relating to his deeper emotions, hidden fears, desires and hopes. Who can't relate to these foils of life: shooting the moon, and missing; falling in love, mistakenly; blabbing carelessly, forming head-on controversy; performance stung by stage-fright; obsession with uniformed heroes; unpopularity; selling out, repeatedly; shooting the moon, and making it! #bestshowsever/Mighty Boosh/FatherTed/ITCrowd/ToastofLondon. (BlackAdder too)

Entertaining characters, good jokes, a fine sense of the absurd grounded in enough reality to make it genuinely funny rather than just kooky, and inventive story lines. Casting universally excellent, boosted by enjoyable self-mocking cameos from actors playing themselves. Matt Berry is always good value, but he excels as the eponymous hero. An easy, witty watch.

I stumbled across this title after searching Matt Berry on IMDb. I'm pleased I gave it a chance. This show is hilarious. Bizarre, surreal, outright strange and goofy. But it delivers. Matt Berry as Toast is excellent with his deep voice and nails this type of over-the-top persona. He portrays Toast with a good mix of delusion, ambition, obliviousness, and competitiveness. The supporting cast is excellent and funny as hell also. Clem Fandango and Ray Purchase are freakin' hysterical and just their character names makes me laugh out loud. Ray-f#cking-Purchase!!! I love that they keep this nemesis going throughout. And when I watched for the first time, the musical that breaks out really threw me for a loop. I wasn't expecting that,not then nor in every episode. If you have the itch for some comedy different than the run of the mill, safe trip that's the norm, sit down and have a couple of slices of Toast! Well worth it.

This, believe it or not, has become a familiar catch-phrase, uttered (nearly) each episode by fictional actor and voice-over artist, Steven Toast, to an incidental but regular irritant at the sound studio.Providence blessed Toast with a fine baritone voice, one fit for a heroic leading man. Unfortunately after this it drew a line in nearly every other department - looks and brains (in particular). A front runner, in his view at least, to be the next James Bond, Toast calculates that the clincher at his audition will be his white tuxedo - and a starting pistol. Just seconds later it is unclear who has been more chastened by the experience - the deafened and terrified audition panel hiding behind furniture - or Toast himself, already retreating quickly down the corridor, cursing his evident misjudgement. How to describe Toast? Perhaps his long suffering agent, following the Bond debacle, put it best: "You F***ing Idiot!". But is he downhearted? Not for long, his natural grumpiness, randiness and over-optimism is irrepressible, for which audiences should be truly grateful.