I recently binge-watched this, which probably wasn't a good idea as although it's very amusing if you're inclined that way, Brooker wears his pathologies on his sleeve in it in a way that makes me feel morally uncomfortable. Comedy is a dark business, full of revealed pain, as even Victoria Wood observed, and in this series Charlie went full-out raging exhibitionistic self-loathing mode. Being from the generation before his I would call the sensibility of this show punk, but I guess that's just something he absorbed in his childhood the way I absorbed hippie culture without having actually been old enough to have been a hippie. While watching this series my maternal instinct makes me want to want to say "Stop this right now, young man, look what you're doing to yourself, is it really worth it just to get on TV?" while my superego reminds me that, yes, obviously, it's worth it to him. So I just watched the whole series in fascinated horror, frequently roaring with laughter despite myself. And that's showbiz, kids.
I still haven't figured out what exactly is going on with that figure in the opening credits, the obese individual in a track suit shuddering while holding up a speared bleeding sausage-like object. Somebody's probably written about it in some fan forum and I could probably google it but something tells me to just move on.
Anyway, despite not liking the opening credits or the other animated sequences for that reason (too callow and unformed for my taste) I think Charlie has a lot of interesting things to say in this series and his humor rubs me the right way. My heart was won forever (probably the reason why I went on to binge the whole thing) in the early episode in which he both vigorously recommends the great "Mr. Show" and has my man Simon Farnaby on making a strong personal argument for "Last Of The Summer Wine." Thank you, Charlie.
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