I can’t watch enough Little Britain these days and, with the last DVD of the second season due to arrive in my mailbox this weekend, I’m contemplating the prospect of having withdrawal symptoms after that. I think about the sketches while walking on the street or riding the bus and I chuckle all the time. I try to suppress my laughter because it’s hard to maintain a normal-person appearance when you just laugh out of the blue. If at least I was reading something, I wouldn’t have any qualms about laughing.
During last night’s LB marathon I probably laughed the hardest as I watched the two guys dressed as old lay-dees tasting and ranking jams and pastries at some country fair. One of them kept throwing up whenever she heard that the jams had been made by gay, black, Indian people, or even people that came in contact with the aforementioned categories :). Hysterical. The stream of vomit pouring on the victims was endless, to put it mildly. It didn’t make me laugh that hard because it was their funniest sketch necessarily, particularly since I’m squeamish and covered my eyes to avoid seeing the vomit action, but because of the inevitable association with South Park’s Stan, who threw up on his girlfriend every time he saw her because he was nervous.
Which made me think about other similarities between the two shows. It might be a bit like comparing apples to oranges, since one employs people and the other is a cartoon, but I can’t resist the analysis temptation :). They both make fun of things most people are uneasy making fun of, for fear they might strike the wrong cord, they’re both “shamelessly puerile” (as Little Britain was aptly described on the Netflix DVD jacket), and they both squeeze a lot of extra laughs by exaggerating.
Most importantly, though, they’re both a little bit of an acquired taste that ends up becoming an addiction.