Will Preston

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The Three Stages of The Mighty Boosh

by on Aug.10, 2010, under Opinion

I’m crap with new comedy’s. Not in watching them. That’s easy. I mean finding them. When shows like Inbetweeners, Big Bang Theory and How I Met Your Mother get quoted incessantly by my nearest and dearest, I retract further into my cave that I’ve fashioned for myself. A cave lined with the obvious classics. Python. Blackadder. You know where I’m going with this. Through this bombardment of funny moment quoted unfunnily out of context, you can understand why I’m not rushing out to hunt down the newest ‘hip’ comedies farting out from the TV. Most of the time I’ve made the right choice, but a few come by that prove to me that I should really give new things a go. And then some others prove this to me and then grow old very quickly, almost debunking my lesson learnt. And they say there’s suffering in the third world, eh? To explain the latter, I’ve come up with a three stage system that describes a new comedy that doesn’t attract you at first, slowly becomes your favourite of the month and then slowly descends from your opinion when you notice that it might actually not been as good as you thought in the first place. A clear example of this is the fairly recent Goodies rip-off The Mighty Boosh. So here we go with: –

Stage one – What’s the fuss, really?

When a new comedy comes out, it becomes the shout around the streets. You will have half baked lines barked at you from all directions. Depending on the quality of lines, context and quality of impression; you’ll either hunt out this exciting new comedy or start physically repelling this perceived horde of TV parrots. It’s like this with every successful comedy. If the comedy is indeed a classic, you’ll take the first choice. However, if the comedy is pretty generic or is flash in the pan, as with a lot of ‘hip’ comedies aimed at you young devils, you’ll start carrying a chainsaw in public as a safeguard. When The Mighty Boosh started getting referenced more and more, I decided to cave in and try it. What was there to lose? 30 minutes it turned out. The jokes were there, they just felt used and flat. And then the singing started. True fact: I am not a big fan of musicals. On the very first episode when Howard Moon started singing about loneliness (Julian Barrett turned out to be my favourite cast member) I almost switched off. It wasn’t funny, it didn’t entertain and wasted a few minutes where they could have been cramming more filler jokes in before the next big gag. Finishing the episode disappointed with the show and my contemporaries taste in comedy. For a year I refused to try it again.

Stage Two – Actually, I see how it’s funny!

More choice quoting later and I grew interested and decided to break my vow quicker than one of Rod Stewart’s marriages. It was time for me to try it again. I prepared myself for more. I could now see the funny side of it. Howard has fantastic dry wit and Vince plays the stupid character very well. Stupid with a touch of narcissism. At least there’s some self deprecation here. In time, I learned to zone out the songs. No matter how bizarre the songs got or how weirdly designed the costumes were, they were still unwelcome. They felt like they were unwillingly tacked on due to a dodgy contract deal. Being a pay monthly mobile customer, I could completely understand this. Eventually I plucked up the courage, got down on my knees and picked up a box set from a particularly low shelf at HMV. I was laughing later that night. No more chainsaw wielding in the streets as I now could join in the joke. Choice moments mainly came from the second seasons, which has been often regarded as the best one. It’s not hard to see why. One particular favourite of mine was the character of Kodiak Jack. He never outstayed his welcome and was funny to listen to as well look at. To this day I still laugh at his claims of having a mountain goat grab you by the scrotum, run away with it and selling it on eBay.

Stage Three – Really?! what’s the fuss?!

Thus completes the cycle. You bleed a show dry until you’re a ravenous gargantuan slug bleeding everything you can from this new comedy show. If the show can keep providing, they you will go away full to endanger a toilet nearby. However, if not, then it becomes like a burnt down Co Op; you start to come away empty handed apart from residue of what once was. For me, this happened around the time I watched the live show for the first time as well as some of season three. My rule of three applies here. They had ran out of genuinely good material by the end of this series apart from half arsed pop culture references that people who read NME find cutting edge comedy. And the live show was a travesty. There was nothing new whatsoever to see. Nothing. Just a rerun with a couple of tag nuts of sniggering ad lib parts. It was like having Noel Fielding bend over and guff in your face. Speaking of which, I started to find him more annoying. Not so good as he was now popping up all over the place like a zit with a haircut. I just felt sorry for Julian; he was playing second fiddle to a one dimensional chimp with a penchant for getting by unscathed. I found myself getting more annoyed when people quoted it relentlessly and referred to it as nothing less than “epic” and “greatest thing ever.” You know, the kind of exaggerations that brainless teenagers say about everything, because they have no concept of concession and middle ground. Only binary opposites. So there I was; rejecting this flash in a dustbin and retreating into my cave, only coming out when armed with a chainsaw.

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