Commenting on TV comedy is outside my normal comfort zone. Sometime in the last 20 years comedy became very earnest and arty and right-on and reviewed in newspapers – I suspect that whole ‘comedy is rock’n’roll’ thing at a football arena with David Baddiel in the mid 90s, or whenever it was, was the turning point: suddenly comedians gave names to their tours, like albums, and suddenly arenas became ‘the new working men’s clubs’, and smug gits were effing and blinding all over sneery TV panel shows. Any time I hear that stuff I think with sadness about a man from Liverpool who told a joke about German aeroplanes (Fokkers) on the Des O’Conner show in the 80s and who never worked again on TV. I often wonder if that guy watches these panel shows today and thinks, ‘I died for you all, you Fokkers’?
But I digress. I’ve watched the most recent three episodes of Tracey Ullman’s show called, well ‘Tracey Ullman’s Show’ on TV and it looks like its taken a great deal of time, effort and budget. And yet I’m not sure I smiled even once. Is it me?