Rowan Atkinson Live!
Between the 19th and the 20th of December, 1991, Rowan Atkinson -- along with Angus Deaton -- both take-part in his 'one-man' stand-up show live in front of a studio audience, situated at the 'Boston University Theatre',
What now follows is a basic breakdown of the numerous sketches performed during this gig.
- A Warm Welcome In Hell -- 'Are The French here? Please form an orderly queue by the side of the Germans if you will. I'm sure you'll both have a lot to talk about'.
- Fatal Beating -- 'Tommy has been a very naughty boy. Thank God he's dead; or else I'd have him expelled from school!'.
NazarethThe Amazing -- 'And so they said unto the Lord "Do you do parties? That trick with the wine was just great!"'.
- The Invisible Man -- AKA 'The Silent Underground B*stard'.
- The Good Looser -- Oh, Shit! Syphilis has won this poxy acting award! I'm going to look after the mentally ill now.
- Elementary Dating -- 'If at all possible, try not to dance like an electric stair-lift'.
- Guys After The Game -- 'No. That meal is not f*cking hot. It's a medium spiced dish'.
- A Starter With A Sneeze -- Atchooo! Bless you. Zzzzzzzzzz.
- With Friends Like These -- 'A lot of new brides ask me about the churches attitudes towards flacio. In turn, I say unto them, "...and what's that exactly?"'.
- Pink Tights and Plenty Of Props -- Jerry Iron's stand-in, Bernard Hoppa, shows us how to act and his nut-sack at the same time.
- Thomas, Richard, And Harry -- See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil. Chopped up and blended for all eternity. Amen.
- No one named Jones -- 'Has anyone seen Clitoris lately?'
Now did any of you out there understand any of that? Huh? What's that you say? No? Tough ninny. Buy the DVD and have a laugh. A little dab will do you good.
Off the bat, please allow me to say that 'Rowan Atkinson Live in
Boston' was literally laugh out loud
funny. Yeah. No f*cking about. This show was one of those shows that made me
chuckle so much, half-way through it I had to take a sip of water because my
throat began to hurt.
Granted, this may be because I presently have a stinking cold, and that I think of this gig as a stepping stone of sorts; bridging the gap between Rowans 'Blackadder' career and his 'Mr Bean' career. Nonetheless, this doesn't take anything away from the overall performance one little bit. It was well structured. Slapstick in places. Sardonic in others. And was nicely held together by the English television stalwart, Angus Deaton.
Honestly. I can't fault this concert at all. I'm a Rowan fan. And have been for years. Following his exploit's from stage to screen like a rollerskating parishioner trailing his mobile-church. Well, I have been known to be a bit Atkinson-eque myself, dear reader. Playing the fool whenever possible, even if I mean to or not.
OK, so now that's all done and dusted, what can say about the man with the funny face and lyrical tone, Rowan Atkinson? Err? Nothing much really. I suppose I've said all I can say about him within my previous reviews (click-click-click). But I would like to add one more thing though. He's funny. Naturally funny. Seemingly not trying too hard -- even though you know deep down he is -- and coming up with updated Python or Chaplin skits, that both respects and complements the original works.
Come on. Let's face it. A sketch about a headmaster killing his pupil, and then complaining about it to his father afterwards, is straight out of Python, isn't it? And what about all those 'silent skits' Rowan does? Stick him in a bowler hat and a Hitler mustache and we'd have a pretty decent Charlie-match I'd say.
Listen, this isn't a slight by any stretch of the imagination. No way. If anything, it's a complement. Highlighting that a great man has learnt a lot from a bunch of great men. Don't you agree, you funny faced fool?
I think that was a 'yes'.