Series: Book 3 in the Wilt series
Rating: Not rated
Tags: Comedy, Lang:en
Summary
Though The Wilt Alternative made it dismally clear that
Sharpe had pretty much exhausted the comic possibilities of
the hapless, misanthropic Henry Wilt character, here they
both are again - in another strained series of slapsticky,
mildly satiric episodes. As before, the better gags stem from Wilt's labors in the
scruffiest regions of British academia: he's now Head of
Liberal Studies at the Fenland College of Arts and
Technology, even if his new title (in the rather dated
send-up here) is Head of Communication Skills and Expressive
Attainment. And his major woes begin when, alerted to the
fact that a female student is "shooting up" in the loo, he
investigate - only to be accused of peeping-tomming (by an
ultra-butch lady phys-ed instructor)... and then suspected of
drug-pushing by the local coppers. Meanwhile, at home, Wilt's much-loathed quadruplet
daughters are up to their usual foulness, threatening to
become "computer-addicted technocrats with about as much
moral sense as Ilse Koch on a bad day." Likewise, wife Eva is
still as dim as ever: this time she's decided to rev up
Wilt's fading libido by secretly feeding him an aphrodisiac
from a local quack - which backfires, of course, giving Wilt
"the distinct impression that something like a battalion of
army ants had taken possession of his penis and were busily
digging in." (As in The Wilt Alternative, Sharpe seems
downright obsessed with painful, embarrassing assaults on the
male genitalia.) And eventually, when Wilt's condition leads
him to behave oddly during one of his weekly teaching stints
at the local US airbase, he's suspected of being a Russian
spy - while Eva is sure that he's carrying on with "an
American airbase slut"; finally, however, Eva joins with a
dippy contingent of Mothers Against the Bomb to free Wilt
from his cartoon-American captors. A few of Wilt's sneering tirades are solidly funny
(especially if you imagine them being screamed by John Cleese
as Basil Fawlty) - but most of this farce is lame, silly, or
schoolboy-smirky, with far too much reliance on
bathroom-giggles and British slang.