No, but the 'intellectual debate' in the forum does make me think about things a lot more. :0)
I've often wondered why I like Alan Davies so much, only to decide that it's the hair.
Yeah... once upon a time I used to think that Reeves and Mortimer represented something exciting and new, or to be more accurate something exciting and reinvented, harking back to the days when people didn't need to resort to toilet humour to raise a laugh, but adding modern-day surrealism into the mix, and were really challenging the comedy scene at that time (ie 1990-91ish).
Then they switched to pure toilet humour. I got very tired of them very quickly.
Couldn't agree more with TJ on this one.
It seemed as though they managed to resist vulgarity for years, and then the flood-gates opened and we were all a-wash in Vic and Bob's wet fart juice.
Ha! I said "wet fart juice". Hilarious.
I don't see that R&M switched to toilet humour at any point. Unless you count Reeves rubbing his upper thighs at various female celebrities? The Smell of..., that damn game-show, and Randall and Mortimer([talent] deceased) - hardly overflowing with scatology.
subbes, you are letting your "a"unt rule your comedy. You only like AD in the sense that you want him to be your little bitch.
As far as losing faith in idols - I can't think of anyone I really liked from the last generation of comedians who's sold out or gone rubbish. I liked Jam, I haven't SEEN TGP yet, Bill Bailey is still great (if under-exposed). People like Phil Jupitus never really floated my boat in the first place.
My faith in Woody Allen took a knock when I saw Celebrity, though.
I probably regarded Iannucci as a comedy god until I saw the first episode of Armistice. It got better, but showed he was human after all.
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Was that because of Branagh, Doc? It's one of the few Woody films I haven't gone near, and Branagh's cod-Allen brogue (from the clip I saw) was even more toe-curling than the one Griff did in that Woody spoof for Alas Smith & Jones about ten years ago (which at least was *meant* to be funny - "oh, I can't believe this is happening to me!")
My little bitch?
Well, maybe, but as far as tying any comedy-person up and making them be my slave, I'd much prefer Johnathan Nash.
Not wishing to argue Dr H, but 'Smell Of' (particularly season two), 'Shooting Stars' and 'Bang Bang' all had toilet humour running through them like the lettering in a stick of seaside rock.