Donald Clarke

Whingeing about cinema and real life since 2009

Am I alone in really enjoying Harry & Paul?

It’s sort of a rhetorical question. But I suspect the answer “yes” will be forthcoming from every direction. It’s a strange beast, this sketch show. The firmly talented Harry Enfield and the genuinely brilliant Paul Whitehouse have been given  their …

Wed, Dec 12, 2012, 00:35

   
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It’s sort of a rhetorical question. But I suspect the answer “yes” will be forthcoming from every direction. It’s a strange beast, this sketch show. The firmly talented Harry Enfield and the genuinely brilliant Paul Whitehouse have been given  their head and have responded by basing almost the whole series on pastiches of various early to mid 2oth century British stereotypes. I don’t care. This looks like a strong argument for playing to your strengths and not escaping the comfort zone. The show swells with hugely funny constructions such as archaic versions of contemporary movies, a study of old posh homophobes and a very funny Scottish man who thinks that everything is better north of the border.

I particularly enjoyed the 1930s version of the diner scene in When Harry met Sally. The unfortunate women gets carted off to a mental asylum for suggesting — in the most oblique terms — that people of the more frail gender can experience the erotic climax. Sophie Winkelman — half-sister of Claudia and a close in-law of  the Queen, you know? — is very good in that scene. But the strongest support is from the brilliant Alice Lowe from the magnificent Sightseers. Go, Alice.

Anyway, there’s no real point to this post, other than to urge you to seek out the reruns that are still running on Sunday night. Nobody seems to be paying any attention. Bally foools!