The writers of the endearing new kids drama on TVB The Wild House (Pearl, 6.20pm) are not going to win any prizes for originality, but sometimes if it is done properly it does not matter if a show milks all the cliches in the book. The house in question is home to the Wild family, who all live happily together in a nuclear unit that is reportedly fast dying out in Britain. Their lives are not in any way exciting or exotic; the dramatic tension of tonight's opening episode comes from Arthur's attempts to smuggle a pet rat called Nixon into the house, for example. The lines are pretty standard, lots of 'That's my kid brother's room. I won't show you in there because it is disgusting!'. And the characterisations are pretty lame too: Mum is a bored housewife who cannot cook, Dad does 'something to do with computers' and works out of an office he built in the garage, and elder sister Serena (aged 16) does not do anything except ignore her annoying younger siblings and fret about not being able to get into the bathroom. But there is something likeable about it all, something knowing in the humour and lots of neat little special effects and visual jokes that lifts this out of the run-of-the-mill kiddie drama. Jasper the dog's barks are subtitled 'There is a rat in here you stupid people! Have you no sense of smell?' And there is a thin, but definite educational streak running through this show too. Where else would you learn that famous television naturalist, Sir David Attenborough, actually studied geology at university, not zoology at all. 'He probably didn't have a pet at all,' says Mum to Arthur, who is trying to convince her that he needs a pet if he is to follow in the footsteps of his hero Sir David. 'He probably had a rock.' Thank god for actor-directors like Tim Robbins who make films like Bob Roberts (World, 9.30pm). All too often when American mainstream movies attempt satire, the result is something that is clever without being really cruel. But Bob Roberts is both, and sometimes extremely funny as well. It is shot like a documentary about the political ambitions of one Bob Roberts, a self-made millionaire and famous folk singer who has embraced the values of the political right and decided to run for office. Aided by a truly reptilian campaign manager (Alan Rickman, who plays reptiles better than any other actor), he manages to do and say all the right things for the camera. He even has a splendid spoof video that is a take on the famous Bob Dylan one, where he holds up cardboard signs with words on them, and then tosses them over his shoulder. Roberts looks set to wipe the floor with his rival, (another great cameo by Gore Vidal) until a strange, scruffy independent journalist makes some shocking revelations. The great thing about the story is no detail is left out, and not one slippery action seems all that far-fetched.