I like "Beef", even though it's well-made but not especially happy-making(Lots of couples fighting and petty revenge,an attempt perhaps at writing Greek tragedy, American-style maybe) Maybe capitalism is the true antagonist, with which I'm down--the no-longer-poncy bugger owes me many quid, after all, and yet? Two seasons...right in a row, though is too much Beef--it is Hank Hill's overstuffed colon, too much Beef. I liked "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" too, but it would have been insane to give it one of those TV versions, even the ones that only lasted for a year.