Now that the semester is back in full swing, Mr. P has very little time for watching movies or anything else. We do get the odd tv disc from Netflix, but there won't be too many films before May. Last night we watched one of our favorite episodes of the Mighty Boosh. We've seen it before, but it's more than good enough to watch again: Nanageddon. You are going on a journey through time and space. And if you haven't already gotten on board, you should do, right this instant. Though you'll have to wait, since we have the second season at home.
Anyhoo, Nanageddon is a fave because it's hi-larious. Not only to you get, of course, Vince and Neil (though I wish they did the patter at the beginning that they did in the first season, but what can you do?), but you also get one of our favorite characters: Tony Harrison.
He comes in a papoose, like a peanut, or so he says. And then there is Nanatoo, whose weapons of choice are knitting needles and a possessed wool scarf that she knits at lightening speed.
And there's a fair amoung of Naboo, who is also a favorite character.��
And whom Mr. P pointed out bears a striking resemblance to Dr. Gaius Balthar on Battlestar Gallactica. To the point where he now refers to Gaius as Dr. Naboo.
So the Mighty Boosh is a perenniel favorite a chez nous, but my question is, why is Birtish humor sooooo different from American humor? I mean, we would NEVER have something like this on the equivalent of network television in this country. I mean even beyond the fact that they use profanity and that they readily admit that the people on the show are not Ken dolls without genitals, I mean that we are, culturally, adverse to absurdity in our entertainment. Politics is rife with it (for example, in the state of my current residence we are, like most other states, in a complete budget crisis. Our legislature meets once a year, now, to argue about what to do for the next year. Instead of focusing on the budget disaster, they are taking up precious time arguing over whether or not it is reasonable to restrict state residents to the purchase of only one handgun per month. Absurd, no?), and we are happy to have absurdity in our news casts�(just go watch twenty minutes of the Today show and tell me that a segment�about how "things lurking in your refrigerator�could kill you" followed by a 'fabulous recipe for cheezwhiz-cocktail-weiner-bisquick�snack balls-- perfect for watching the�game" followed by a cute puppy segment and then an interview with a toddler who stole the family car is not absurd), and�delighted to have absurd talk shows (Glenn Beck,�Jerry Springer, whatever, take your pick). But we refuse to have it in humor.
Instead, we get Two and A Half Men, something I'd never been assualted with until we went to visit�Mr. P's family over the holidays. It was, by far, the least funny thing I'd ever seen, with the exception of Small Wonder� (a show that I'm pretty sure has been shown to cause mass suicides among lab animals when they are forced to sit through an entire episode). Why is this show even on, never mind widely�watched? (And poor, poor Jon Cryer.�Oh, Duckie. How low! The humanity!). Why is�it "funny"?�Is it something in the water? Can we�start piping in water from, like, Newcastle or something?�
Now, of course, I have this stuck in my head.