
Tuesday, 22 February 2011
Beat the Retreat

Thursday, 26 August 2010
Sound the Retreat
Regular visitors to Mint Custard may recognise the name of Rani Cameron as a big contributor to our little discussions, particularly those about comedy. Clearly someone who doesn’t just talk the talk, Rani has taken the seemingly drastic step of writing, producing and acting in her own sitcom. What’s even she’s done it alone, with no backing from television stations or production companies and with next to no budget.
The result is Retreat, the story of a bored paper shuffler who gives up her desk job to help run a holistic retreat in the English countryside. There she attempts to make sense of the dysfunctional, the disillusioned and the disquietingly odd people who live and work there.
Given it is entirely homemade and relies solely on amateur actors Retreat is a rather impressive – and yes, funny - debut which is well worth twenty minutes of your time. The trouble is the only place you’re likely to see it anytime soon is here in the glorious technicolour world of You Tube. Rani has kindly taken some time out to tell us why and provide some insight into what it takes to go it alone in the comedy world …
Hi Rani, thanks for talking to Mint Custard. Congratulations on episode 1 of Retreat - you must be happy to see it finally up there? Yes, thank you Mint. Very good of you to devote column space to it. I may never be interviewed again so I may milk it a bit.
We may never get to interview anyone again, so feel free! There's an old adage that aspiring comedians should talk about what they know. How much of Retreat is based on your own experiences? Well, a lot, clearly. But of course for legal reasons it is entirely fictional. Around here (Glastonbury) there is an awful lot of this kind of thing going on, so it's drawn from several sources. But for people around here it certainly has the ring of truth.
Did you take the idea to television companies? What reaction did you receive? Well I sent it to a thing called BBC Writersroom - they invite scripts to be sent and there is a possibility of them taking it up for development. My rejection was polite and I do remember seeing the word 'amusing' before I threw it in the bin. I tried Channel 4, and a few other places, but the chances of anyone seriously taking you up on it are extremely remote. A bit of paper isn't going to do it.
When did you first have the idea that you could do it yourself? Well, unexpectedly, a group of friends decided they would like to have a go at doing some comedy. The idea of radio was floated, but I said I couldn't do radio again, having already spent years in darkened, airless rooms for no pay. And then I showed them the Retreat script, written years earlier, and, gratifyingly, they thought it was funny and that we should make it.
Do you have any previous experience in comedy? Yes, through a Melbourne community radio program called The Third Ear, which I did with two very talented blokes who still do media-related stuff in Melbourne, John Richards and David Ashton. From there we moved on to ABC-TV, and worked on an aborted series involving most of the Melbourne stand-up scene. This did not go well (the stand-ups hated us). I also worked on the last episodes of a show called TVTV, all very ill-advised. And I was a writer and occasional performer on Full Frontal, which you are probably not familiar with Mint. Lucky you.
How long did it take to complete one episode from start to finish? I like to work very quickly, so I decided to shoot it over a four week period. I say quickly - that's as quickly as was possible, as it involved two shooting days a week, and that's all anyone could manage. Shoots were only a couple of hours long - again, no one had much time. You quickly realise when there's no money, there's no time either. After each shoot, I would edit the footage that evening. When we had all the footage, it was clear that the sound was awful, and some lines you couldn't even hear. But I had a friend who has the software to separate the sound from the pictures, and boost the sound. I cannot quite communicate how significant this was. It made the whole thing audible without us having to lay down a separate dialogue track. Don't you love technology? So all up, about six weeks. Not including writing obviously.
Do you know how that compares to a fully financed production? Well, that's a cumbersome beast, and you have pre-production, you have script development, you have casting, you have rehearsals, etc etc, and then post-production would be quite drawn-out as well. And of course most people would say there's no comparison because of the vast difference in production values. But I would say there's something to be said for the immediacy and freshness of self-made stuff.
You've called yourself a zero budget sitcom, but it must still be expensive to do this? For anyone thinking of going down this path what type of things are involved? Well, the Flip Mino [camera] cost £70 on Amazon. Apart from that, it's a lot of begging, or just asking people for things. Luckily in this area people are very generous and supportive of any creative endeavour, particularly Paddington Farm, where we did the exteriors. They even let us light a fire in their barn. People would drop out at the last minute and you have to think on your feet. One morning I had to drive around the Somerset levels for 45 minutes looking for a guy in a caravan, because we needed someone to hold the camera. None of us have any money anyway so we just had to be resourceful.
Are the actors people you know or did you have to do casting as well? We did do some auditions. That was pretty funny. We found our first Robin at the auditions. He was drop-dead gorgeous, charming and all the ladies in the room went a bit funny. But then he suddenly left town, and two weeks later we heard he was in jail for murder. It's that kind of town. We found Gareth through friends, to our relief - we couldn't go ahead without a Robin. Nino [from the first scene] was from the auditions - fantastic young bloke. Steven (Graham the gardener) was a last-minute replacement, as the other guy left town that morning. But that was a blessing, as Steven was really good.
There's a nice contrast between the wide open fields of Somerset and the inward-looking, slightly institutionalised atmosphere at the retreat. Was that deliberate? Absolutely. But this is what you find out here. This incredible environment and, in it, these oppressed [repressed?] people. This is what I find interesting, the contrast, not only with that, but with the stated purpose of these places and the behaviour of the people who run them. It's all peace and love until you get into the kitchen. Then it's all sturm und drang.
It might just be me but Retreat has some parallels with Julia Davis' Nighty Night and Steve Coogan's Saxondale. Were either of these influences on you? I actually couldn't sit through Nighty Night, perhaps I'm too delicate. It's very black and she's amazing, but I found it too disturbing. I have seen Saxondale, quite enjoyed it, never thought of it in connection with this. But I guess it's the lost in the seventies thing.
What type of comedy did you love growing up? The Young Ones was massive with me and my friends. I still love it. Then Monty Python which I now find dated although I still love Holy Grail. I did like Fast Forward, which was the precursor to Full Frontal. That probably made me want to be a comedian, a condition I have tried but failed to purge from myself.
Which comedians inspire you in 2010? Oh, it's a long list. Stephen Mangan, Sharon Horgan, Jo Brand, Peter Capaldi, Armando Iannucci, Mark Heap, that girl from The IT Crowd whose name I can't remember but I adore her [Katherine Parkinson]. Sarah Millican. Bill Bailey. There's too many. Oh and I love Steve Carell in anything, and Tina Fey.
What has been the reaction to Retreat so far? Well, it hasn't been seen by as many people as I would like, mostly friends, who like it, but maybe that's because they're kind of involved. Nobody's said anything bad so far.
Are you looking for help to complete future episodes and if so what do you need from people out there? Oh, people out there probably have enough on their plates. It would be lovely if people liked it and said so. That would give me a reason to continue. Obviously money would be great, but feedback is the most elusive thing at the moment. I found moral support was what I most needed, when I was out on the Somerset levels looking for this caravan, asking myself, "Why am I doing this?" Why indeed. I just needed to prove to myself that I could do it, I suppose.
Given the role the internet plays in people's television-watching habits, do comedians even need television companies any more? It may be moving that way. Certainly it would be lovely to have a TV show, and have armies of people, and on-set catering, and massive media exposure. But maybe all that is not essential, maybe the essential part is the creative part, which does not need all that stuff. There are a lot of talented people who never get their chance. It would be wonderful if that would change.
As television companies cut back on funding for new talent, do you think Retreat represents a likely do-it-yourself future for people trying to break into TV comedy? Why not? It's very important to have your chance, have your say. That was the main thing for me, to actually have a go at doing it the way I wanted. And let me tell you Mint Custard, it's not as hard as they all make out. Particularly the acting, which I find piss-easy. Why they have to give themselves all these awards is beyond me. The hard thing is finding an audience. I may never find mine, but at least I did it the way I wanted. If this document is the only thing that survives me, I won't be too unhappy.
Watch Episode 1 of Retreat on You Tube here. And leave comments. Nice ones. And make sure you spell them properly...
Wednesday, 4 August 2010
Disunited States
With two and a half weeks to polling day in Australia I have officially had enough of this general election. It’s hard to feel inspired when the best outcome to hope for is that Labor can somehow compress enough of their gaping wounds and haul their political corpse over the winning line without having haemorrhaged every last drop of credibility. This combined with the media’s pretence that they wouldn’t treat Julia Gillard any differently to other candidates for the top job whilst explaining that they just have to talk about her hair, clothes, accent, femininity and her unmarried, childless status has used up all my rage and now I just want it to end.
Still, when people look back at this election the big question they will ask is surely this: what idiot decided to suspend the ABC’s run of The United States of Tara for six weeks in favour of a Chaser Election Special and a referendum-related adaptation of Wil Anderson’s Gruen Transfer? I appreciate that Gillard’s decision to call an early election might have changed a few people’s priorities but did the ABC really need to go all Channel 7 and just turn it off mid-run? Well, apparently, yes. Ratings for the Chaser’s Yes-We-Canberra and Gruen Nation have been through the roof, which just goes to show that people get what they deserve and that I’ll never get a job at the ABC.
I suppose I’d mind less if either show were as inspired or intelligent as say The Colbert Report, whose US election highlights included host Stephen Colbert’s on-off-on again presidential campaign, recognition of the Colbert Bump as a genuine influence on public opinion and a beautifully childish three-way punch-up with Conan O’Brien and Jon Stewart over who ‘made’ Republican nominee Mike Huckabee. The Comedy Channel’s coverage of the Obama-McCain election as Indecision '08 (subtitled by The Daily Show as Clusterf@#k to the Whitehouse and by Colbert as Don’t F@#k This Up America) actually made the most historic election in US history even more enjoyable.
Lest we also forget Saturday Night Live and Tina Fey’s Sarah Palin tour de farce. It’s fair to say our Tina played as big a part in reinforcing the public’s view of the Alaskan Governor as a gun-toting simpleton as Spitting Image did in ensuring David Steel and David Owen would never be elected in the United Kingdom. If you’ve seen enough of Fey’s impressions check out this slice of genius by an eight-month’s pregnant Amy Poehler on SNL’s Weekend Update, with Palin clearly clueless about what she is condoning whilst trying to look cool on TV.
Elsewhere this year’s Alternative Election Night on Channel 4 in the UK sounded great in theory. I’ve no idea if it was (feel free to let me know) but just the idea of Charlie Brooker, David Mitchell and Lauren Laverne on a show together excites me more than watching the past-their-best Chaser boys asking Julie Bishop to stare out a gnome.
So because I miss it already, and in the absence of anything better (Micallef, please stop messing around with Talkin' About Your Generation and use that brain for something important...) and because the ABC dropped their end of the bargain it looks like I'm going to have to take up my friend's offer from earlier this year of a downloaded copy of the United States of Tara. Sorry ABC; you can't say I didn't try. Your turn now...
Monday, 2 August 2010
Hendricks: Electric Lady, And...
So Mad Men Season 4 is upon us and thanks to a fellow enthusiast I have a copy of episode 1 in my elegantly manicured hands, ready to watch this weekend. Free-to-air episodes stalled before Season 2 in Australia so there is unlikely to be much brouhaha around these parts about the comings and goings at Sterling Cooper (and now Draper Pryce). Still this hasn’t stopped those opportunists at Fairfax Media cashing in on the imagery of the show to sell their own tatty wares.
January Jones’ sculpted features can be found illustrating a syndicated but slightly pointless article about Mad Men on the Age website today. This is a slight improvement on the weekend when her face was used on the same website next to a random article about beauty products. Still this is small fry compared to the way that dear Joanie (actress Christina Hendricks) has been misappropriated by Fairfax of late.
Not only did the Age perpetuate a magnificently pointless story from the UK about an MP citing Hendricks as a “fabulous role model” for young women (way to go politician…replace unrealistic female body shape aspirations with… more unrealistic ideas of perfection!) they used it as an excuse to show yet another photo montage of actress Hendricks and the Mad Men crew (in case you missed this one or this one or don’t understand Google Images).
Sex sells of course, and Mad Men is sexy as all hell, but I’m sure that as the actress portraying one of modern television’s best characters you’d hope to be known for more than having a pair of breasts. Best not to read this piece then, taken from Fairfax’ vapid waste of trees: the Sunday Life magazine.
For people who actually care about Mad Men dear Joan is a mess of contradictions; an independent free spirit who gives up being wined and dined for the practical securities of marriage because she sees her shelf life running out; a dedicated wife who stands by her man even after he rapes her and bungles up their financial future; someone savvy enough to command the middle ground between the typing pool and the ‘professionals’ and be simultaneously in both and neither world; a woman significantly smarter than the men she serves and whose secrets she protects, but who never gets the chance to be more than ‘Red’ – a bosom and bottom constantly tying to escape out of her sculpted dresses. Quite some undertaking for any actor.
Yet to Sunday Life Ms Hendricks is ‘voluptuous’, ‘curvy’ and proof that ‘women’s breasts are larger than ever!’ How do we know this? The average bra size in Australia is ‘six to seven sizes up in a comparatively few number of years’ according to the general manager of Berlei, who are coincidentally about to launch a new “super-sized” (their words, way to go challenging those stereotypes Fairfax) range of bras.
Aside from the obvious fact that this expanding collective Australian bosom might be in some way related to the fact that people are on average much fatter these days (buried deep in the article as an inconvenience), I’m not sure what poor Christina Hendricks has to do with any of it. Despite her face and boobs featuring on the front page of the magazine, filling another full page inside and once appearing once again on the front page of the paper proper the article restricts her involvement to half a paragraph out of 32 others. Perhaps they realised after getting the rights for the pictures that her marvellous but actually rather average sized 36C boobs didn’t quite support their tenuous point. Or perhaps they just put her on the cover of Sunday Life without having a reason because it sold lots of papers when they did it before last January…
Just to be clear, I think that Christina Hendricks is beautiful. I definitely would. If I was a woman I’m sure I’d be very happy to look like her. And maybe I still would. I understand why her image is used in countless magazines and newspapers, known to millions around the world who have no idea what Mad Men is. I just think that both Christina Hendricks and Joan (created and lovingly written by Mad Men head honcho Matthew Wiener) offer more to talk about than boobs. Splendorous they may be – Hendricks and the crew demonstrate how much they understand that with every filmed wiggle and pointy bra Joan wears – but Mad Men is more than high class Benny Hill.
Need proof? Check out A Night to Remember (Season 2, Episode 8) in which Joan helps bring some new work into Sterling Cooper by reading TV scripts. She is rewarded by seeing the new position created to manage the work handed to an inexperienced young male graduate. The show ends with a shot of Joan undressing at home, tenderly rubbing the indents in her shoulders where her bra straps have cut into her. A fabulous role model? Absolutely. But for many more reasons than the Age can be bothered to think of.
Oh and for anyone who arrived here by typing Christina Hendricks Breasts into Google and hoping for something a little less earnest, sorry about that. Maybe do some good while you're here...
Monday, 19 July 2010
Fifty / Fifty
In 2008 I wrote this clumsy but well intentioned piece about my love for American comedians Tina Fey and Amy Poehler, citing them as two of the best SNAPS! to the dated and so-obviously-incorrect-why-do-we-persist-with-it argument about women being as funny as men. I then went on to list a few of my favourite female comedians in an extra effort to prove that which should be bleedin’ obvious.
I say should because this article in the Guardian today about the lack of women on UK comedy panel shows - and in particular the reader comments below - reveals that this is still an issue that many people still doesn’t quite have a grip of. It’s fascinating that so many posters, including a number of women, are happy with the conclusion that men are just funnier than women.
I should be clear what I’m unhappy with here. The Guardian article itself is predominantly about the gender imbalance on weekly panel shows such as QI, Mock the Week, Have I Got News for You and 8 out of 10 Cats. It’s the commenters below who try to explain this as being about relative female unfunniness and it’s that idea I have an issue with.
Firstly the article is right to point out this is a numbers game, and one that is stacked up against the ladies. With one woman and three men making up the average panel then even if airtime is evenly distributed it’s likely that less than 25% of the good jokes will be from a woman, given there’s usually a male host. Secondly, whether the shows admit it or not, there is an element of tokenism about a lone female guest (and even then not all the time). Being the only anything means you carry a little representation expectation. Some comedians might like that idea, but when you’re ‘representing’ half the population it’s a heavy weight of expectation to shoulder.
It’s also worth remembering that any woman on a show with four guys is a de facto male environment. No matter if it is the BBC or if all the men are the SNAG-iest metrosexually of co-panellists, the numbers dictate that the agenda will be mostly male. Again, perhaps some women might enjoy and thrive in that environment but I’d assume that a more even playing field would bring out the comedy best in most people.
I reckon even if you put Joan Rivers on a panel show with four of the unfunniest male comedians on the planet she’d still have to adapt her material to suit the room – something that doesn’t play to everyone’s strengths. Similarly you asked Amy Sedaris to host a show and invited say, Sarah Silverman, Sharon Horgan and Lauren Laverne as three of the four panellists, any male comedian making up that fourth spot would find themselves struggling to keep up.
This is not to suggest I think there is a huge difference between male and female humour or what men and women find funny, because I don’t think that’s true either. It’s just that a room with 99% women is different to a room with 99% men and people of either gender will feel more comfortable in front of one than the other. Again, just a supposition, but I suspect comedians who feel more comfortable are likely to be better at being funny.
The inspiration for the Guardian’s article was actually another overseas news story; the outcry in the US media about the appointment of Olivia Munn as a reporter on Comedy Channel’s the Daily Show. The criticism seems mainly to stem from a view that Munn has been employed more for her looks than her capacity to be funny. The interesting angle here is that the worst of the venom emanated from an online women’s magazine (“Jezebel – Celebrity, Sex, Fashion for Women”) which thinks the Daily Show is sexist because Munn is only the second female reporter hired in the past decade.
Aside from the fact that the female staff of TDS responded as one in an open letter to the media to deny any sexism on the show, it’s a little condescending – sexist even - to suggest that a woman good enough to score a job on what is probably the smartest, wittiest show of its kind anywhere in the world only managed it because she’s ‘attractive’. The implication goes beyond an attack on the Daily Show. It says that there is an acceptable look for female comedians and that Munn does not fit it. Quite who does fit is not clear, but it’s nice to see Jezebel (“Celebrity! Sex! Fashion for Women!”) doing great things for the esteem of young female comedians everywhere.
Since 2008 I’ve ummed and ahhed about my own post about Tina and Amy and other female comics. Partly because there are so many great comedians I didn’t mention and I want to go back and add them in, but also because highlighting women comedians detracts slightly from the most important fact - that they are funny – and perpetuates the idea that this is in some way unusual.
So until today I saw my post as a bit of misguided fluff that grew from wanting to talk giddily about funny people I like (and some of which I have big crushes on). Perhaps it still is pointless fluff, but thanks Jezebel and certain Guardian readers for showing that there are still idiots in the world who need reminding that funny is funny and it really doesn’t matter what shape your genitals are as to whether you can make people laugh (although obviously if you have a cock shaped like a root vegetable, that’s definitely funny …)
Monday, 12 July 2010
The End of the World
A deflated orange balloon in a drain, yesterday. Aw bless.
The inability of the local press to set aside their obsession with AFL for just one month will remain with me for years to come. I'm not suggesting that Victorians should have ignored their number one pastime completely but I think that a sporting event of the magnitude of the World Cup merited better support than it was given in local rags.
And yet in some ways this was a blessing. Not wishing to diss the professionals but some of the journalism was a tad inappropriate. Case in point, Fairfax journo Michael Cockerill who went on a campaign of self-aggrandisement via a public feud with Australia's Harry Kewell. Overpaid sportstars don't need too much of our pity but in a week where the Socceroos were at their very lowest (after a 4-0 thrashing at the hands of Germany) I don't think we needed this kind of popinjay behaviour from people employed to send the spirit of the event back home.
I suspect the Age's true feelings about the World Cup are better understood through their relentlessly negative coverage of Australia's proposed bid for the 2022 tournament. Focussing on funds paid to lobbyists, gifts offered to dignitaries' partners (as if this doesn't happen with every bid for a sporting touranment) and the idea that North Melbourne might have to play Richmond somewhere else for one weekend 12 years from now is the type of parochial behaviour that holds Australia back from being a true world player in football.
Praise be then for the true football mentalists over at SBS for their unrelenting support of what they like to call the World Game. Lest we forget the one true moment of Australian footballing insanity this world cup: an incident I like to think of as the Madness of King Foz. It's hard to imagine what was going through SBS Senior Football Analyst and former Socceroo Craig Foster's head when he made this rant against Australia's Dutch coach Pim Verbeek, ("I would have walked down after the game and sacked him...") but fuck it was funny. Sadly Foz never got quite so worked up again throughout the tournament, though it was very cute to see how nervous he and Les Murray were just prior to the Socceroos must win game against Serbia.
Ultimately though the South African World Cup will be remembered chez Custard for the daily antics of Santo Cilauro, Sam Pang and Ed Kavalee and their SBS show Cup Fever. The idea of a daily satirical look at the World Cup isn't a new one - it's sixteen years since Skinner and Baddiel's Fantasy Football League and ten since Australia shared the Dream with Roy and HG at the Sydney Olympics - but Cup Fever was a huge success none the less.
This was due in no small part to the three hosts who were an unexpected dream team. Kavalee in particluar was a revelation (I'd never heard of him before) and his giddy wide-eyed impersonation of New Zealand commentators (with Rob Sitch) and a gloriously camp recreation of German manager Joachim Low will live long in the memory. Other wonderfully naff impressions including Santo's Carlos Puyol by Santo and Sam's so-bad-it's-good Kim Jong-Il ensured that it wasn't just Ed's star that shone.
There was an unnecessary laddish element to the series (the teams's unofficial fourth member being a female Chilean fan in a tight zebra patterned singlet picked out of a South African crowd and shown as often as possible) and the show would have benefitted from more female guests (I counted two in a month) but otherwise Cup Fever was always fun to watch. Repetition makes anything funnier - even the lamest of gags, of which there were many - and the various cheap-as-chips segments (Brecia's Diary, Take on My Balls, the Rivaldo Award, Kids look at Cameras, Not Even Close) were always funny and short enough to never outstay their welcome.
It's possible Santo, Sam and Ed's Cup Fever will remain a fondly recalled memory of South Africa 2010 but I hope that TV execs around the country saw something in its style, pace, editing and just-give-it-a-go sense of fun to want to apply it (and the hosts) to something else. The refreshing lack of ego and self-importance from the hosts is something rare on Australian television, and all the better for being funny with it. Congrats to SBS and the Cup Fever team for a job well done.
And that's that. Four years to go til Brazil, when a humbled England will hopefully start with realistic expectations, a rejuvenated Australia will get past the second round and maybe people in the Australian media apart from SBS will treat this most unique of occasions with a little more respect.
Tuesday, 8 June 2010
Midnight Feast
At the start of the year I made a deal with myself not to buy any DVDs in 2010. Our place is full of stuff and we really don’t need any more. As a result we’ve been using the DVR a lot more, mostly to record episodes of Late Night with Jimmy Fallon. When I wrote about Late Night earlier this year Jimmy still hadn’t really hit his stride, but in the past few months both he and his crew seem to have shifted up a gear and are producing some really great telly moments.
Sure some of it is a big advert for some of the worst dross that Hollywood has to offer, but it’s worth sitting through every interview with a Sex and the City actor to see the stuff in between. So because I love a list and because Jimmy Fallon doesn’t get any coverage at all here in Australia here are some of my highlights from the past six months for your viewing pleasure (all links feed through to videos on the NBC site).
- Might as well start with the best. It’s pointless describing Let Us Play With Your Look so take your pick from either Zack Galifianakis or Sarah Silverman, sit back and enjoy. Will Ferrell and Alec Baldwin had highly popular turns too, but I think your first time is always the funniest, and these were mine...
- The Roots, the world’s greatest house-band bar none, play tribute to Michael J Fox with a rocking Back to the Future homage
- Betty White: the last Golden Girl standing talks about hosting Saturday Night Live for the first time in her 80s and offers a new take on Jay Z’s 99 Problems
- Brit indie-dancers Hot Chip play the title track off their 2010 album One Life Stand with the Roots and some steel drums and unexpectedly rock the house.
- Uber-grump John Cleese actually enjoying himself as Jimmy’s co-host on Wheel of Carpet Samples (fitting, since it’s a well crafted rip-off of Monty Python’s Silly Noises Quiz sketch)
- 30 Rock’s Tracy Morgan is a mentalist… no really. He is.
- Jimmy and Gwyneth Paltrow reminisce about their pre-fame career as 80’s rap innovators Shazzazz
- Jimmy versus Stephen Colbert. Talk show wrestlemania-geddon…
- LATE: parody of Lost about a lift full of passengers which crashes on a mysterious floor. Extra mad props for doing it as a big budget multi-parter that pays homage to the original and occasionally manages to out-weird it thanks to Questlove’s secret handshake, Higgins’ Shaggy impressions and Carlton the Goldfish Man
- The gorgeous Aubrey Plaza from Parks and Recreation discusses following her teacher home in a box. A star is born.
- ‘Thank You…’ Jimmy’s Friday night ritual of writing thank you notes to things, people, places and phenomena that make his life better. Proof that ‘repeat to fade’ can make even the silliest of jokes very funny…
- Ludacris performs ‘How Low’ with the Roots - with a bizarre Disco Duck cameo by Questlove and some early 90s time-warp midget backing dancers
- Jimmy sings the 12 Days of Christmas with the Muppets. Utterly lovable and I’m still jealous
- Of all the many audience participation games, Think About It, is my favourite. Participants are asked to think about stuff whilst their thoughts are transmitted to our screens via top secret technology electronic nipples mounted on their heads. Invariably they are shown to be thinking about something inappropriate, and every time it makes me giggle.
- Jimmy’s inability not to mention deadly spiders that live in swimming pools whenever he interviews anyone Australian
- An awestruck Jimmy interviews Barry and Robin Gibb from the Bee Gees for the first time since his SNL skit the Barry Gibb Talk Show (featuring Justin Timberlake as a painfully shy Robin) culminating in a three-way sing-a-long of Nights on Broadway. Class.
- Man in audience gets over excited about images from the Hubble Space telescope. And makes a rap video about it. Intergalactic multi-dimensional exploding space nebulae? Hubble Gotchu!
- Every so often Jimmy clears out his office and finds old VHS video instructions for office workers from the 80s. Made by a company called Video Vision they offer expert tips on a range of topics including sexual harassment, Christmas and, in this case, fire safety
- A reformed Public Image Limited perform Bags during which a strident John Lydon dispenses with sneaking expletives in through the back door (a la Pretty Va-cant) and instead stares into the camera and drops the c-bomb repeatedly to fade in a remarkable feat of mainstream swearing. And no one seems to notice…
- And finally, Jake Gyllenhall rocks the yellow boiler suit as he and Jimmy compare the finale of American Idol to a hedgehog doing karate. In dance.
If you’ve got any favourites to recommend then feel free to add below or email mintcustard@gmail.com. The Fallon love-in starts here.