Agree about the lingering bad taste - not because it was pushing edgy boundaries or taboos, but because of what it revealed so shamelessly about the writer/director/star. I thought it was astonishingly narcissistic. Gervais broadcasting his unpleasant, self-centred, self-indulgent fantasies. How liberated he'd be if his partner died (featuring his real partner's name on the gravestone), how sharp his scripted responses to twitter arguments about god with scripted idiots, how butch his subtly racialised vigilanteism, how loveable he'd be once unburdened. How ruddy, bloody brave communing with prostitutes & junkies. Jesus in a girdle & a v-necked t-shirt. Worst thing I've seen since 'Brent On The Road' when he pleaded with his audience to love the musician he pretended he was parodying.