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September 20, 2021 - 4:30pm
There is a funny Stewart Lee sketch with the premise that a village has created an annual folk tradition based on the bit in Only Fools And Horses where Del Boy falls through the bar. Lee was inspired by an audience vote some years back which determined that the incident, from the 1989 episode “Yuppy Love”, was the series’ single funniest moment.
In the sketch and its preamble, Lee seems to be mocking the alleged vacuity of broad, slapstick-style sitcom humour. But there is a counterpoint to his comedy elitism, namely that a widely shared stock of well-known jokes, situations and characters is very valuable for our national life.
The death of John Challis, who played Boycie in Only Fools, was a poignant reminder that the age of such communal reference points may be passing away. It’s hard to think of a programme made in the last couple of decades that has achieved such huge popularity or has managed the kind of cultural osmosis whereby even people who don’t watch have a decent idea of what it’s about.
Mrs Brown’s Boys, an oft-quoted example of a popular sitcom that is widely loved by the general public despite the derision of critics and elites, has never broken the 10 million viewer mark except for two Christmas specials, and its audience has been in sharp decline in recent years.
Only Fools, by contrast, was regularly getting in excess of 15 million viewers per episode by the late 1980s, when the British population was around 10 million fewer than today. The Christmas specials aired in the early nineties, after the end of the normal run in 1991, achieved 20 million or more viewers, with the justly famous 1996 special “Time On Our Hands” pulling in over 24 million. The later ill-advised and disappointing specials easily passed 15 million viewers, with the first getting 21.35 million.
Even now, nearly two decades since the last episode aired, everyone knows who Del Boy and Rodney are, just like everyone has heard of Basil Fawlty and Captain Mainwaring and David Brent — although I suspect that even Brent may not have quite the same near-universal and multi-generational recognition as classic sitcom characters from earlier eras.
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SubscribeThe author mentioned the fragmentation of the entertainment market but didn’t mention the fragmentation of society. Is it still possible to produce programs that will appeal to the majority of people absent a common set of cultural values?
That’s exactly right. My father, a Tory, and me, a Labourite, would sit down and laugh together at ‘Steptoe and Son’, ‘Dad’s Army’, Dave Allen, ‘Til Death us do Part’, Morecambe and Wise, Tommy Cooper, Frankie Howerd, Spike Milligan, Peter Cook and Dudley Moore, Mike Yarwood… even on the odd day, Bob Monkhouse… but that’s the past for you: things are different there.
I’m not sure it was quite so universal. My grandfather apparently reacted violently when ‘It Ain’t Half Hot, Mum’ was broadcast.
You’ve certainly identified an exception there. It wasn’t watched in our house either.
The problem is that humour itself has been under attack. Comedy itself was sacrosanct – every subject was fair game. Remember how jokes would eventually start circulating even after a tragedy?
These days there are rafts of different groups of people on the ready to take immediate offence, to cancel and pile on. This is the part where the internet certainly comes into play, but it is merely a tool of the Woke.
Quite. Laughter has been renamed “punching” – and the question the zealots want answered is, are you “punching up” or “punching down”? Which tells us a great deal about them – and it isn’t funny. Even less funny is the fact that they and this appalling view of laughter now rule the roost.
You left out One Foot in the Grave?
I don’t believe it!
Interesting you mention that. I couldn’t stand the show, but of course I’m well aware who Victor Meldew was, and his annoying catchphrase.
Now here’s funny for you. I tried to post the sentence ‘every joke has to have a mutt’.
Except the first letter of mutt was ‘b’ not ‘m’ so the moderator algorithm blocked it.
The Muppet Show pulled them in, forty years ago. So much so that when the Sunday evening broadcast was changed to during the week, ITV or the Beeb received a flood of letters requesting it be moved back to the Sunday evening slot.
I’ve also noticed how spot-on the same is the unwieldy gait of Mrs Bucket’s to that of one Oliver Hardy’s in those moments when, in their respective features, they eagerly tip-toe silently, as if wearing stilettos, elbows flared out, in order not to disturb or have their embarrassing predicament discovered. (They … might have made a good match, come to think of it, had they both been of the same generation). Well, does it not break your heart to see humour and cheer and character be squeezed out of being a prominent aspect of what is termed entertainment today?
Yes, the thread linking music hall and the Silent Era of film to the popular TV sitcom has been effectively worn out by the mountain of noise and jingles that is the 2020s, the age of the internet and ridiculously tiny screens.
Does nobody in the world, from miserable executive to refugee, need cheering up anymore?