More “Drunk
in Time.” In this installment, the
in-the-bag time travelers stumble upon the signing of the Declaration of
Independence. Not as funny as the
Rasputin one, in my opinion. I dunno; it’s
just okay. If you're so inclined, you can view it here.
Jim
Carter shows up again, this time as George Washington. It’s funny to see him playing an American
icon, since I know him best as such a quintessentially English butler (second
only to Jeeves? Maybe – Carson isn’t one
to be trifled with.)
A few
other recurring sketches crop up, but for me, the most amusing bits were in the
newer material. There’s a
Superman-in-Yorkshire idea that got a few laughs from me, and I cracked up at a
very short, quick gag about a fish. I’m
also rather fond of “How many anticlimaxes does it take to change a light bulb?”
* * *
In
other news, how annoyed am I right now with Sexual
Assault Abbey? Julian frickin’
Fellowes. This kind of plot requires extremely sensitive handling and
skillful writing, and we’re talking about the man who devised the three-episode
paralysis (poor Dan Stevens – bet his jaw dropped when he read that in the
script.) In short, oh me of little
faith.
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