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2003-05-04

What can you say about the League of Gentlemen? It wasn’t bland. It was weird. Needless to say, I loved every minute of it. Too bad it was the second season, as it makes me want to go out and get the first one so that I’ll be able to see it from the beginning.

I did however do something weirder myself. I don’t remember why, but the tv was on. I think I had just watched a movie on dvd. Suddenly, the screen, with transmissions for the tv networks, changed to the next scheduled programme. This turned out to be a movie with the annoying Olsen twins. I don’t know which, and I don’t want to know. It was bad, but I didn’t change channel. Yeah, call me a masochist.

Instead I lowered the volume and pressed play on the stereo. Talk about clash between cultures that don’t mix. From the cd came this:

What do you say if we lighten things up and talk about abortions? You know. Feel like I’m losing some of you here, and I want to win all of you back with this one. Let’s talk about abortions, let’s talk about child killing and see if we can’t get some chuckles rippling through the room here. Let’s talk about mass murder of young, unborn children and see if we can’t combine it into one big healthy gut-laugh.

This simple move, transformed the horrible movie from an all-around family comedy bore that was about as inoffensive as it can get without involving dancing in the alps, into something far far better — or worse, morally speaking. Imagine, when they rode a roller coaster you didn’t hear them laugh and scream. You heard Bill Hicks scream, but not a scream of joy. It was more along the lines of “sucker of Satan’s cock!” as he was ranting about Jesse Helms. And I laughed, because what else could you do? Talk about avantgarde art installation.

• DrBacchus' Journal: The League of Gentlemen