Monday, December 01, 2008
Last Thursday I went to watch the recording of Harry Hill’s TV Burp. It’s not something I would ever have thought of doing under my own steam—the type of thing I would be convinced might be torture in some unknown way—but someone offered me the chance to go with them and off I went. I had it in the back of my head that I could fulfil the ‘culture’ remit of this blog and, in the style of ‘acerbic polemicist’ Charlton Brooker use what I witnessed to rip the fetid mask of lies from TVs grinning skull and then nod smugly as I watched the scales fall from yr eyes.
Unfortunately, watching TV Burp be filmed was about as much like watching it on the box as it could be. The feller whipped through the show with the occasional pause to set-up props but other than that the biggest difference was that there was about 45 minutes of material filmed, with the 15-20 minutes that got the fewest laughs ending up getting cut. (And it was the worst—I can’t remember any of it).
There was one horrifying thing though.
Before we went in they offered us tickets to forthcoming shows. One of which was a remake of The Fall and Rise of Reginald Perrin starring Martin Clunes and co-written by original writer David Nobbs along with Men Behaving Badly creator Simon Nye. I don’t know which approach could be more of a fucking disaster—staying true to the severely dated original (lol mother-in-law = hippo) or trying to update it for the mixed-up modern world (lol the “great!” and “super!” guys are spouting management speak!) There’s only one way to find out…