Across the pond, however, the British continue to churn out smart and literate television, like “EastEnders” and “Clocking Off,” about the lives and struggles of the working poor. So if you’re tired of watching suburban wife swapping, and you’d like to bring some economic diversity to your TV screen, Channel 4′s “Shameless,” a comedy about a dysfunctional and poor Manchester family, is worth a look — not only because it’s one of the best comedies ever made about urban poverty (ha!) but also because it’s terrific, naughty fun. And if the economy goes down the tubes you might as well have something to laugh about.

Some episodes of the show, which just finished its fifth season in the U.K., have aired on BBC America and the Sundance Channel. But only its first season is available on DVD in the United States, and, bizarrely, “Shameless,” has yet to attract a large American following. It’s surprising, partly because unlike many other British comedies, its humor is broad enough for us non-Brits to understand, and partly because of its dreamboat factor: The show’s first two seasons feature James McAvoy (“Atonement,” “Wanted”) in his breakout role as a middle-class car thief.

Each episode of “Shameless” begins with a boastful voice-over by Frank Gallagher (David Threlfall) in which he drunkenly introduces his children and the show’s main characters. These include, from oldest to youngest, 20-year-old Fiona (Anne-Marie Duff), “a massive help”; teenager Lip (Jody Latham), “a bit of a gobshite”; Ian (Gerard Kearns), “a lot like his mom”; Carl (Elliott/Luke Tittensor); Debbie (Rebecca Ryan); and toddler Liam (Joseph Furnace). All seven live together in a cramped home in the Chatsworth Estates in Manchester. Like many British housing projects, Chatsworth is ripe with criminality and monotonous fashion (track pants, baseball caps, sneakers), but, as Frank points out, at least his neighbors know how to party.

And, as it turns out, so does Frank. Despite his bragging voice-over in the opening credits, he’s both a drunk and an absentee father, and his children spend much of their time trying to get his attention or inquiring about his whereabouts. (When Frank disappears on a drunken binge, Debbie mistakes a sleeping bag for him and brings it a cup of tea.) The children, as a result, have learned to fend for themselves. Fiona takes care of her younger siblings. Ian works at the corner store (and screws his male boss). But mostly the family survives on government support and mild criminal behavior.

In the first season’s overarching story line, Frank leaves his family and shacks up with Sheila Jackson (Maggie O’Neill), a severe agoraphobic with generous state benefits and a penchant for sadomasochistic sex: When he first arrives at Sheila’s prim and tidy house she promptly handcuffs him to the bed and pulls out a rubber dildo. But his departure is offset at home by the arrival of Fiona’s new boyfriend, Steve (McAvoy). Fiona and Steve meet drunkenly in a nightclub, and, after a one-night stand, he becomes enamored with her and her siblings. He then uses his street smarts to, among other good deeds, buy them a new washing machine and deport their father to France.

For a comedy, “Shameless” takes a surprisingly unvarnished look at urban poverty. It isn’t bashful about sex or drug use: The family kids get stoned together on the living room floor, and their neighbor makes extra cash by ironing naked on a webcam. The show’s actors also look like people you might encounter on a housing estate, with pale skin, bad teeth and unchiseled physiques. Threlfall, in particular, gives a finely tuned (and often naked) performance as Frank, who — despite his alcoholism and exceedingly poor parenting skills — manages to be a surprisingly likable asshole.

What makes “Shameless” brilliant and unconventional television is the way that it proudly and unabashedly flouts clichéd TV moralism. When’s the last time you saw a show in which children save the day by vandalizing phone booths, or stealing from the milkman for their morning cereal? The characters aren’t always interested in making an honest living or doing the right thing; they’re interested in survival, even if that means petty theft or welfare fraud. And implicit in their behavior is a trenchant critique of Blair’s New Labour government. They view most figures of authority, from the police to social workers to teachers, with apathy or outright contempt.

When the estate’s housing officer, for example, inspects the Gallagher home — and Frank comes up missing — the family members resort to extreme methods to save their benefits: They fake Frank’s death. Before long, the family is carrying a wobbly coffin toward the neighborhood pub, a solution as cynical as it is loaded with symbolism.

And while “Shameless” suggests the demise of traditional family values, it also celebrates a more amorphous and postmodern conception of family. The Gallaghers’ neighbors are tightly involved in the family’s affairs, Steve is a brilliant surrogate father, and when the Gallaghers are threatened by a duo of bullying debt collectors, the occupants at the local bar rally around their cause.

Creator Paul Abbott based much of the show on his own experiences growing up in a housing estate. Although it seems considerably quirkier than one might expect estate living to be, it still rings with the authenticity of hard-lived experience. “Shameless” combines humor, drama and satire with a deftness that few American shows have been able to master, and it’s written and acted with such warmth and tenderness that its tough subject matter rarely descends into pathos.

With our money woes worsening, it’s tragic that more seasons of “Shameless” aren’t available on DVD. Here’s hoping more make their way stateside — and fast: I can’t imagine a family I’d rather spend my recession with.

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“The Newsroom” ran for three seasons, garnering critical acclaim (including an International Emmy for best comedy series), a small but loyal following north of the border, and a re-airing on PBS. It’s not entirely surprising that the show didn’t find a larger audience; when it first aired in 1996, it was, in many ways, ahead of its time. Long before “The Office” gained fame for its use of hand-held cameras, prolonged awkward silences and horrendously painful humor, “The Newsroom” employed the same strategy to skewer the racism and sexism of the male-dominated workplace, applied it to television news, and took on much meatier targets.

“The Newsroom” centers on a news director named George Findlay (played by the show’s creator, Ken Finkleman) and his co-workers at a chronically underfunded public broadcaster in Toronto. Findlay is venal, narcissistic and manipulative — a malignant variation on Ricky Gervais’ boss-from-hell — and he oversees a staff of producers, anchors, writers and interns who are all more concerned with preserving their jobs than actually doing them. In each episode, Findlay’s petty concerns lead to a series of unfortunate events that impinge on his show’s production. (The show’s fictional news network is a thinly veiled version of the Canadian Broadcasting Corp. — a ballsy move given that its characters spend much of their time dodging budget cuts and complaining about their corporate bosses.)

The show’s other principal character is a bumbling and moronic news anchor named Jim Walcott (played by the brilliant Peter Keleghan), who, like Findlay, is both self-absorbed and utterly incompetent. He manages to screw up his interviews by bungling facts or making ill-advised jokes about toilet paper. When the show runs a sting operation on street prostitution, the station’s cameras catch Walcott soliciting sex in his car, and when a documentary crew interviews him about his perspective on the news, he tells them an anecdote about cow-tipping. He’s the show’s most over-the-top character, but Keleghan’s performance — playing him as a deeply insecure man whose constant yearning for attention sabotages his every move — keeps him from slipping into caricature, and creates a newsman that, for all his excesses, seems as believable as any cable news anchor.

Most of the show’s remaining cast is an equally unsympathetic lot. In the first season, it includes a homophobic weatherman (David Huband), a slimy young executive hawking “fresh ideas” (Elisa Moolecherry) and a duo of self-serving producers (played by Jeremy Hotz and Mark Farrell) who go along with Findlay’s editorial decisions primarily to save their own skins. The first episode’s opening scene includes a memorable exchange between Findlay and the producers, as they figure out how to incorporate a local angle and a piranha reference (“it’s higher concept”) into a story script about a train derailment in Africa. In one of the show’s running gags, despite his program being local, Findlay always prioritizes exotic foreign disasters over regional ones. Later seasons introduce a host of new characters, including Matt (Matt Watts), another sycophantic producer, and Allen (Douglas Bell), a hypochondriac writer. Finkleman also manages to snag an impressive roster of guest stars, including Naomi Klein, Noam Chomsky and David Cronenberg, who all play themselves.

What’s initially most shocking about “The Newsroom” is the breathtaking level of pessimism it brings to the news business. Most characters’ decisions are based on transparent prejudice, and their primary concern is salesmanship, not content. Given that Canadian news doesn’t have the excesses of Fox or even CNN, “The Newsroom’s” satire packs a surprising punch. In the show’s second episode, for example, two talent agents pitch a black news anchor named Monique to Findlay as a co-host: “She doesn’t have an in-your-face ethnicity,” one says. “Seventy-four percent of her audience in Saskatoon thought she was white. It’s a very subtle ethnicity,” adds the other. “An almost subliminal ethnicity.”

When Findlay finally chooses his new female co-anchor, a manipulative blonde from Alberta who cries on command (“like in ‘Network News’ … but it works”) she sums up her (and the show’s) perspective on the news as follows: “News is presenting the story in such a way that a housewife in a kitchen peeling potatoes for dinner will suddenly stop and listen — and think my god 300 people were burned alive in the Bangkok fire! Thank goodness I wasn’t one of them!.”

Finkleman’s lines rattle off characters’ tongue with a brittle intelligence and at a brisk pace that rarely feels forced. (Before creating “The Newsroom,” Finkleman wrote schlocky Hollywood sequels like “Grease II,” “Airplane II” and, most bizarrely, the Madonna vehicle “Who’s That Girl.”) While the show lacks an overarching story line, each episode builds upon its own absurdities, as misunderstandings and miscalculations grow, and by the end of each one its multiple strands come together for a sublime Seinfeldian climax.

In a typically dense episode, for example, Findlay assigns Audrey the intern (Tanya Allen) to change the newsroom’s phone number so that he can avoid talking to his mother, while, in a separate plotline, he schemes to hire a sexy but dumb new researcher to do his menial chores. When he becomes caught up in a racial discrimination lawsuit — having refused to hire an overqualified black lesbian job candidate over a blond ski bunny — he is forced to hire both. Drama and a lesbian romance ensue, and when Audrey finally manages to change the number (by claiming that Jim Walcott is receiving death threats) the ski bunny promptly undoes her work by volunteering the number to random callers. By that point, Walcott has begun wearing bulletproof vests.

The show’s first and second season were separated by a seven-year hiatus, so the show has a somewhat inconsistent visual style, but the bitter tone remains throughout — and all three seasons (along with a special episode called “Escape From the Newsroom”) are available on DVD. So the next time a news anchor blurts out something racist, or sexist, or punches a cop, you know where to turn. “The Newsroom” may not renew your faith in the news business, but it may renew your belief that smart, eloquent scripted satire deserves its place on television.

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