You don’t have to look far to find someone making a case for this being a ‘Golden Age of Television’. It’s an argument that, frankly, you can get tired of hearing,and while comedy has reaped the benefits of modern multi-platform viewing — such as greater creative freedom, higher representation, and a rise of both the dramatic and the surreal — let’s get a little more specific here…
Let’s talk observational comedy. We as audiences will always, more than anything else, want to see ourselves and our daily obstacles reflected by those that take the stage. We want to laugh things off; to feel that we’re not alone, and stand-up comedy has always, and will always, provide us with this release. (more…)
“What’s a Bottle Episode?”. Top notch question. It refers to an episode of any given television series that is limited in budget and so doesn’t feature masses of locations, special effects, cast-members, and so on so forth.
The origins of its name come from way back in the 1960s…
My new TV show ‘Robot Sidekick Wars’ has been picked up by a major broadcaster and is slated for a September 2024 release. Okay, so the release was held back a little when it was confirmed that the conventional ‘Robot Wars’ (the classic BBC show that is now suing me for plagiarism of the name, concept, and for kidnapping Sir Killalot), will return later this year. This revelation caused the network executives to realise they had just given a crazy person his own stupid show and a literal bucket of cash, meaning that they hastily delayed the airing date until after my trial in court (seriously, I am deep in the shit about this Sir Killalot business — they’re even going to call every other robot from the show onto the witness stand which, although hilarious, also means I’m screwed).
So… until 2024 comes around, here’s a sneaky peeky at what it’s all about.
For this episode titled ‘Nailed’, I’m primarily interested in the closing scene. Although, it is worth noting that it’s the result of 19 episodes’ worth of building up two complex characters — Jimmy, the lovable protagonist, and Chuck, his bitter-sweet older brother. Everything thus far has led up to this moment — like James Franco and the rock in ‘127 Hours’ — Jimmy meets a huge ultimatum at the otherwise humble location of an all-night print shop.
There are certain film/television personalities out there that can be in literally anything and I’d still enjoy it. Why? Because they can make me laugh without even opening their glorious mouths.
I call it the ‘Martin Freeman Paradigm‘ and I give a talk on the phenomenon every Tuesday outside of the Museum (for about 5 minutes until I get kicked off the premises, then you can follow me to the local Londis for the conclusion).
So, how did these comedic individuals get to this stage of freakish immortality?
I love sitcoms. Their guaranteed laughs and minimal episode-to-episode plot development provide a consistency that is hard to beat.
However, because I’m a crazy person, there are a few things about them that oddly annoy me. Things that I find hard not to think about when watching them. Things that I will share with you now because, again, I’m a crazy person.
People will often tell you that television teaches nothing. To counter this point I cover my ears, scream “lalalala” and — generally speaking — by this stage they’ve already walked away in disgust. However, if they’re a persistent little so-and-so, I’d recommend a cry/scream/roll-around-on-the-floor tactic.
Most of the time that’ll do the trick but I’ve decided to improve how I handle the situation in future instances by clutching at straws (very, very thin straws) to find some things that America’s biggest shows have taught me:
With various statements, questions and grievances I wished to get across to Hollywood, I decided to write them an open letter. Time passed without any response until my mail-person rudely informed me that open letters still need to be sealed if you wish for them to arrive in one piece (you can read more about this incident in my angrily written open letter to the Post Office).
Eventually, my letter did arrive in Tinseltown and they promptly issued me with a transatlantic restraining order.