martedì 28 aprile 2009

La serata hot scalda l'audience, 12.5 milioni di spettatori e share a +17.4%

Un'altra serata eccezionale per il Festival di Sanremo in fatto di ascolti televisivi, ed e' stata la serata piu' premiata in raffronto alla passata edizione. La prima parte del programma in onda su Raiuno e' stata infatti seguita da 12 milioni 502mila spettatori, ben 5 milioni e mezzo in piu' rispetto alla quarta serata di un anno fa, quando gli spettatori furono 6 milioni 998mila. Lo share di ieri e' stato pari al 43,23%, contro il 25,84 di un anno fa, e dunque incremento di ben il 17,39 per cento. La seconda parte della serata ieri e' stata vista da 8 milioni 118mila spettatori, di fatto il doppio rispetto a un anno fa, quando gli spettatori furono 4 milioni 206mila. Lo share della seconda parte e' stato del 55,13%, contro il 37,17 di un anno fa, dunque ieri praticamente 18 punti in piu' quest'anno. La media ponderata dell'intera serata e' stata ieri del 47,47 per cento, contro il 30,28 di un anno fa e dunque si e' mantenuto costante l'incremento in punti, tra il 17 e il 18 per cento. La media spettatori e' stata di 10 milioni 218mila. I picchi nella rilevazione si sono avuti alle 21,38 con 15 milioni 102mila spettatori e all'1,08 (al momento della proclamazione del vincitore nella categoria Proposte) con share al 67,36 per cento. L'intera fascia serale e' stata dominata da Raiuno con il 37,92 per cento di share.

[fonte: agi.it]
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Clamoroso: Arisa accusata di plagio!

E' polemica , ancora, su Arisa. Dopo il tormentone "ci è o ci fa?" e le invettive di un suo ex ("finge di essere una tontolona, ma è furba e sicura di sé") dai siti internet la accusano anche di plagio. La traccia "Io sono" tratta dal suo cd "Sincerità" (vendutissimo: ha battuto "Primavera in anticipo" di Laura Pausini) sarebbe copiata dal 45 giri di Cristina D'Avena "La canzone dei Puffi".
Arisa imita la cantante dei cartoni animati? E perchè no? Visto che finge lei stessa di esserlo, un cartoon, non poteva che attingere alle sigle della D'Avena.
Resta ancora da attendere la reazione dell'interprete della Canzone dei Puffi: il "plagio" di Arisa finirà in tribunale?

Guarda il video su YouTube: www.youtube.com/watch?v=DjXjK5D23_c

Ecco il Testo di Io Sono (album Sincerità):

Le sette e già mi alzo, poi
mi preparo il pranzo perchè
non mangio a casa mai
ed anche il mio ragazzo si
sbatte come un pazzo mi
dice stai tranquilla e vai
perchè talvolta cedo e a
volte non ci credo, mi sembra
tutto una bugia
ma credo in certi sogni che
sono dei bisogni
e riempiono la vita mia

E quando si organizza
la serata tra un bicchiere
e una risata fatta in compagnia
mi rendo conto che mi serve poco,
che tutta questa vita
è un grande gioco

Io sono una donna
che crede all’amore che
vuole il suo uomo
soltanto per sè voglio
essere mamma perchè
la mia mamma è la cosa
più bella che c’è mi
piace il natale, domenica
al mare, poi alzarsi da
tavola verso le tre
perchè la famiglia a me
mi meraviglia, mi piglia,
vorrei farne una da me.

La mia generazione se
aspetta la pensione può
darsi non arrivi mai
col mutuo resti sotto
allora c’è l’affitto per una
vita pagherai
ma non mi piango addosso
e accetto il compromesso,
mi godo quel che ho
perchè la vita è un dono
ed io credo nel buono di quel
che ho fatto e che farò.

E quindi amici non si può
mollare, io continuerò a
sognare una casa che
che abbia un balconcino
con le piante e un angolo
cottura bello grande.

Io sono una donna
che crede all’amore che
vuole il suo uomo
soltanto per sè voglio
essere mamma perchè
la mia mamma è la cosa
più bella che c’è mi
piace il natale, domenica
al mare, poi alzarsi da
tavola verso le tre
perchè la famiglia a me
mi meraviglia, mi piglia,
vorrei farne una da me.

[fonte: newgol.com]
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Possibile plagio anche per Sincerità, il bis di Arisa!

Durante una discussione aperta in questo blog mi è stata segnalata una possibilità di plagio riguardo alla canzone “Sincerità” di Arisa; brano che come ben saprete ha permesso alla giovane cantante genovese di trionfare a Sanremo 2009 nella categoria Proposte.

Il possibile tentativo di plagio del brano di Arisa va addebitato alla musicalità di un brano inciso nel lontano 1967, “Fatalità” cantata dai Bertas, un gruppo sardo che ebbe un discreto successo agli inizi degli anni 70.

Ascoltiamo il brano dei Bertas.

E questo è il brano di Arisa


Sinceramente la musicalità del brano dei Bertas ricorda molto vagamente il brano di Arisa, c’è piu’ che altro, un gioco di accenti nel ritornello di entrambi i brani. Voi cosa ne pensate si tratta di plagio?

[fonte: wordpress.com]


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BrokenTV Tries To Enjoy… Horne and Corden

It’s been slagged off by all and sundry, but we have a plan. Even the most miserly of killjoys will agree that ‘having a good time’ is better than ‘not having a good time’, so instead of just watching Horne and Corden and getting annoyed by every punchline involving Horne (or is it Corden) lifting up the front of his shirt to reveal his belly, we’re going to imagine the entire show is being performed by Mel Smith and Griff Rhys Jones in 1986, and that it’s something we’ve downloaded from UKNova. Even when Mel and Griff’s sketches weren’t that good, the goodwill engendered between the duo and their audience in the years since Not The Nine O’clock News had been enough to see them through, especially if Mel mugs a bit at the end. Imagining each sketch as if it were featuring Mel and Griff instead of the latest comedy troupe desperately thrown on air by BBC Three in the forlorn hope of maybe sneaking a British Comedy Award, may well see us through the half-hour. How long will we last? We shall see. If we can’t make it to the end, we’ll try the same trick next week, but with a different surrogate double-act.

00.00

The show starts of with a nice enough title sequence. The name of the show, a load of tellies, and some graphical jiggery pokery that seems them trashing the set to the musical backing of a Kitsune Maison compilation set on ‘shuffle’.

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Similar enough to Mel & Griff co-opting the (then) new BBC-1 ident for their second series. Different variations of the same theme, if you will. One sees the identification nipples of the corporation’s flagship channel given a gentle but affectionate tweaking, the other sees two young men smashing up a load of television sets. We think this is a clever statement by H&C on how society has become more aggressive over the course of the last 23 years.

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00.25

Next, a sweeping shot of the studio audience, with H&C bounding onto the set.

image They are both clearly delighted to be there, or possibly this is a clever back reference to their dreadful set at The Secret Policeman’s Ball, where their entire act involved them jumping around excitedly. It is possible they are subverting the norm by making out that this is all they can do, confounding our expectations in the manner of Andy Kaufman in full pomp. At this point the audience has absolutely no idea whether the series will contain relentless Dadaesque shape throwing, gentle observations on young relationships being forged from differing backgrounds, weak references to movies from 1990, Corden lifting up his shirt a lot, or any combination of these.

00:44

Still lots of running around and shouting. Remember folks, if this was 1986, and it was Mel Smith doing this while Griff-Rhys Jones stood in the background looking unimpressed, we’d all be chuckling away merrily at this point. Sadly, Horne just has a daft grin on his face, so it doesn’t work quite as well. But hey.

Luckily, events then take a detour to a more traditional place, with Horne trying to calmly introduce the show as Corden runs up and down the stairs excitedly, causing all manner of hoo-hah. This may well be a subtle nod to the 1979 Morecambe and Wise Christmas Show on Thames, where a recuperating Eric made great play from the fact his doctors had told him not the run up and down stairs so soon after his heart problems. Morecambe of course did this largely by running up and down the stairs quite a lot, though at a more sedate pace. It’s the sort of thing a 1986 Mel Smith may have done had it not been done before, and had he suffered similar problems with his health at the time of recording.

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Effectively, Corden is reassuring us all that he has the verge, energy and talent to take what the late Eric Morecambe did, and run with it. With British comedy in the youthful hands of Horne and himself, it’ll be like there had merely been a twenty-six year hiatus from Britain’s greatest ever double act, and the spirits of Eric and Ern are back in fresh young bodies. Next stop, twenty-nine million viewers on Christmas Day. Hurrah!

 

01:42

Keen as ever to toy with the emotions of the audience, Corden’s exhaustion is now clear, much to the mild consternation of his comedy partner. It’s as if he’s saying “we both realise my previous statement about us being the new Morecambe and Wise may have been a bit too grandiose for midweek BBC Three, and we are prepared to earn your love and respect the hard way”. And then, through the medium of a punchline (mentioning Lily Allen in order to make the gasping Corden jump back to life), another swift jab is delivered to the solar plexus of our collective expectation. It’s almost like that unmade Marx Brothers film that Harpo wanted Pablo Picasso to direct!

02:15

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That sketch shown on Friday Night With Jonathan Ross where Corden eats a cheeseburger, and immediately complains to the fast food vendor that it’s directly responsible for his physique. Man, if this was being performed by Mel Smith and it was 1986, we’d be smiling in such a wry manner right now.

03.50

A news spoof.

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It involves a report from Iraq, being delivered by a very gay man. As far as we can tell, this isn’t actually very funny, but it’s quite likely H&C making an incredibly clever point about lazy scriptwriters all too happily falling back on tired stereotypes when they haven’t got any decent ideas to run with. This theory is cemented with a line from Corden’s Sensible Newsreader character about “Iraqi troops storming the UN embassy”. At this point, it’s a shame that (we assume) a tough editorial decision had to be made, cutting out the fourth-wall shattering denouement, involving the camera panning out to reveal the final shot is being viewed on a monitor in a BBC Three editing suite. Horne and Corden look visibly shaken by the shambolic sketch, and embark on a discussion as to how such a piece could have been included in a comedy programme from 2009.

As the post-mortem turns to who exactly it was that wrote the sketch, the camera slowly pans out to reveal numerous members of the creative team denying their involvement in the skit. Finally, the camera reveals a man dressed as Dick Emery’s gay ‘Clarence’ character from the 1970s. The 1970s Emery throwback camply howls “well, it wasn’t me dear!”, and runs away from the edit suite to the tune of “Yakety Sax”. This inconsistency is not addressed, as it is generally understood that it’ll help the BBC Three audience understand the unspoken message that such sketches are the sole preserve of all that is lazy and wrong about Old Comedy, and that H&C would never stoop so low.

Hopefully, the full sketch will be on the DVD as an extra. Oh, and this is exactly the sort of thing that Mel and Griff may have saved up for their excellent 1990s shows on BBC One, from when they’d ditched the ‘Alas’ prefix, and toyed with flitting in and out of character.

06.00

A spoof of 1984’s The Karate Kid, which mixes in the ‘David Brent’ character from moderately popular 2001 BBC Two sitcom ‘The Office’.

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The BrokenTV team decide that enough is enough, and that we’re out of turd polish.

 

 

 

Total time elapsed: 6m12s

Next week we’ll trying and kid ourselves we could just as well be watching: Cannon and Ball.


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The Top 50 TVTimes Genre Icons of the 1970s: The Final Chapter

This is it. The final furlong. Soon it will be over, and we’ll have to think up another way of writing about television, without writing about current television programmes. But first, an advert for electronic organs, fronted by Tommy Cooper:

On with the listings:

The ITV Van

What a fantastic concept – it’s the ITV van. Every time an outside broadcast unit is needed a little van, containing a cameraman and an interviewer, pootles off, allowing the First Tuesday team to get the jump on doorsteping a member of the public about suicide.

“Take that, Panorama! Have you got a Panorama van? Have you? No, you haven’t. We have. And as long as World In Action aren’t using it, we can go wherever we want in it!” It’s inter-broadcaster exchanges like this that saw the 1981 unveiling of the Dimblemobile, y’know. Admittedly, it was an old Bedford van with a big ‘D’ pointed crudely on the side, but it served a purpose.

I am Questo-man. Look out for my nemesis, Interrobang-Face

Don’t know about you, but if we’d ever met someone with a huge question mark for a face, it’d certainly stick in our collective memory. If any members if the BBC Three demographic are in, this is what clip shows used to be like. Much drier, a little more boring, but without all the intercutting clips of Radio One disc jockeys and Mock The Week-issue standups humming the theme tunes.

Bed-Ridden Bolam/Bowles Bedlam

And now on Southern, thirty minutes of Chappel-penned chicanery, with an episode centred on a man who has a face. We used to like Only When I Laugh as a tot, though we genuinely felt distressed that they never seemed to recover. In this modern era of high-concept sitcoms (Peep Show, No Heroics, Moving Wallpaper, all those Comedy Lab pilots that were never going to make it), it seems no-one would dare commission a long-running situation comedy centred on such unspoken bleakness. Why are they in the hospital? Are they dying? Why do they never show any signs of illness? Why has Richard Wilson only seemed to get ten years older between 1979 and now?

Sadly, the opportunity to allay these concerns by having the jesters wearing stethoscopes was missed. Bah.

Not Pictured: Dom Joly, Aged 7, Furiously Taking Notes

Two people taken aback upon being confronted by the world’s biggest telephone. Just how does that receiver balance on top of it? Does the presenter need a ladder each time it rings? Does he need to rope in Dave Prowse or Geoff Capes to dial the numbers for him? Also – six presenters? What is this, American telly?

What The Papers Were Saying

Ah, the universe’s longest-running television programme, having technically being broadcast since 1874. The icon recounts the days when broadsheets were the size of tents, and free inflatable quotation marks were often given away as marketing incentives. Also: we’re furiously treading icon-based water right about now. This is very much the nadir of the entire project.

In Germany It’s Called “The, Monster, The”

It’s the late night weekend film, with a scary werewolf, and the twisted face of either a victim of acid chucking, or a badly drawn heroine. Is this a good place to make a weak joke about the time we bought a large building in which to store and distribute items that we were selling, only for to transpire that every full moon said building went off and started killing people? And that it turns out we’d bought a werehouse? It isn’t? Oh dear, what an insipid end to GenreIconMania.

But Wait, That’s Not All. Shall we round off the whole thing with some Icon Bloopers? Oh hells, yeah.

Icon Blooper One

What’s going on here!? A record of the time Peter Sissons turned invisible after being confronted by the floating heads of two bald men? Erm, no, the grey didn’t print out on that page.

Icon Blooper Two

Those oblong blocks on the left? They’re meant to be arms. Arms that would ordinarily end with four applauding hands. The ‘sad’ drama mask has just watched them being cut off by the ‘happy’ drama mask. Brr. Alternatively, the grey didn’t print out on that page, either.

And so, that’s it. That’s the end of final update we will ever do about TV Times Genre Icons Of The 1970s. Almost definitely about two updates too late, but timing never was our strong poi. Nt. If anyone’s still reading this, you can tell our regular readers to come back into the room now. It’s finally over. The TV Times 1970s genre icon teat is now bone dry, and continuing to suck it just causes massive discomfort, plus a prolonged stingy sensation.

We’ll leave you with the best possible reminder of the era: a scanned picture of David Frost’s front room.

NEXT WEEK: The Top 250 Radio Times Genre Icons Of The 1960s: Part One.


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Quick Comic Relief-based update

Don’t worry, we’re not about to slag off what is after all an excellently worthwhile charitable endeavour – plus it means Harry Hill’s TV Burp is on BBC One at 7.10pm, so it’s great by default. This is a quick update pointing everyone toward top illustrator (and purveyor of ace T-shirts) Laurie Pink’s Live TwitFlick Drawing Charity Extravaganza Sponsor Event Type Thing, running from a couple of hours ago, until midnight tonight. It’s just like 24, but with felt tips instead of terrorism.

Sponsor her for at least a quid on her Red Nose Day Giving Page, Tweet her some details of what you want drawn, and before you know it (quickly for those on Twitter, or those happy to keep pressing F5 on her Flickr page), a personalised picture from a professional illustrator. Top stuff. Ours is just up there. More details on her blog here.

(Geektip: It looks like the ‘Sponsor Me’ button on her RND page may not appear if you’re using an Ad Blocker such as AdBlockPlus in Firefox. Disable it on that page in order to Do The Right Thing.)


(Update: It means you'll get things like this - http://twitpic.com/22a7s - which is brilliant.)


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Stewart/Cramer

The background: We’ll assume everyone already knows about The Daily Show, and how it manages to put forward some of the most searingly insightful journalism on US television, cunningly disguising it amongst swearing and dick jokes so that people watch it.

Recently, Jon Stewart (and his writing team) took apart a rant from CNBC’s Rick Santelli (full version of said rant here, gist: “hey Obama, don’t give money to mortgage-having losers, keep giving it to my inept Wall Street buddies”), and looked into the many failings of channel that liked to imagine it was home to the most searingly insightful financial journalism, but in reality contained little more than hot chicks and bald guys cosying up to CEOs and blithely repeating that everyone should keep pumping their money into the big financial institutions, because everything is all right. It’s okay. It’s fine. Not unlike a certain The Day Today piece.

Here’s the first of the Daily Show segments on Santelli and CNBC. If you want to leap to the smoking gun of CNBC’s ineptitude, skip to the 2:20 mark.

Similar pieces by The Daily Show followed, all of which were equally amusing and interesting, and which can all be seen here. This led to CNBC’s Jim Cramer, host of their own ‘events rendered entertaining’ show Mad Money, visiting various other branches of the NBC empire, from Morning Joe to Martha Stewart, complaining to all and sundry about how Jon Stewart was just the host of a ‘variety show’, and how come he never tells people what shares to invest in (clue: it’s not his job, and he has never claimed it was).

Some might say that painting yourself up as one of the nation’s biggest experts on economics when your own show involves doing this:

 

…doesn’t buy you a whole lot of credibility, so it was sure to be a pretty interesting confrontation when Cramer agreed to be interviewed on last Thursday’s edition of The Daily Show. Stewart has a good track record of conducting ‘proper’ hard hitting interviews when the need arises, but keeping his show’s comedic remit in mind, the more acerbic jabs are usually delivered beneath a veneer of self-deprecating wit. For this interview the gloves were off.

The More4 broadcast of TDS stupidly blanked out the captions explaining that the full uncut version of the interview was available on The Daily Show’s website, so here are embedded links of it all. In case the embeds stop working, you can see them all here. It’s quite clear that Cramer was well aware how inaccurate his dismissal of Jon Stewart as a mere variety show ringmaster was. His voice trembles increasingly as the interview goes on, as Stewart introduces more and more clips of an earlier Jim Cramer interview, each one roundly contradicting various claims he’d just made about him being a champion of Joe Investor-American. By the end of the interview, any remaining credibility Cramer had walked onto the Daily Show set with is lying in fragmented chunks on the floor.

Quick tip: if you’re too busy to sit through the whole interview right now, check out the first minute of the final clip, and then realise just what is going on here. It is quite genuinely one of the television highlights of the last ten years. The clip in question follows directly on from a clip of a previous interview Cramer gave, admitting to nefarious when dealing with Apple stock. For those with time to spare, or those who’ve checked out the third clip and who have now scrolled back up here, part one:

 

At 02.53 in the second clip, Cramer quite genuinely sounds like he’s fighting back tears, as his Emperor winky is put on display for all to see (metaphorically). Remarkable television. If any credit is on offer for Cramer, many people in a similar position may have broken down, or would have simply stormed off set. It’s quite clear how taken aback by the confrontation he is, for a good few moments it seems like he’s about to start calling for his mom to come and rescue him.

 

As we’ve said, this third clip is a tasty snapshot of just how good the interview is.

An almost mesmerisingly engrossing interview, and quite clearly as close as television in the 21st Century will be allowed to get to the work of Edward R. Murrow. By contrast, Jeremy Paxman only comes up with hard hitting fare like this in short bursts (plus, he’s not allowed to use the word ‘fuck’), and the BBC would never let John Humphrys have free rein to do something like this on screen.

There are a number of things that are quite depressing about this interview. Firstly, and most obviously, is the fact that this sort of thing isn’t allowed to happen anywhere near often enough, on either side of the Atlantic. Secondly, and most predictably coming from us, is that British broadcasters are completely incapable of making (or to be more accurate, incapable of commissioning and paying for) a satire show as good as The Daily Show. Really, they’ve had eleven years to come up with something, and despite having The Saturday/Friday Night Armistice (which, of course, pre-dated TDS) as a template to work from, the latest effort was ‘Tonightly’. Bloody hell, eh?

Thirdly, and probably the most depressing of all, is that it’s tremendously unlikely anyone who really deserves it will now be given the Jon Stewart interrogation treatment. The Daily Show writing team could really go to town on Scooter Libby, Rod Blagojevich, or – if there is any justice in the universe – Dick Chaney or George W. Bush, which is why it will never, ever happen. The easy rides previously given to Lynne Chaney and Tony Blair on their appearances on The Daily Show may have once made such events a minor possibility, but after the Cramer smackdown, their handlers will be keeping them well away from the vicinity of New York’s Studio 54.

So, good night, and tough luck.


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Tucker’s Luck (y To Even Be Asked For His Opinion On The Matter, If You Ask Us)

For days after the Jon Stewart/Jim Cramer discomfort-fest, as one might expect, the US news networks were falling over themselves to get people chattering inanely about it. One of the people all too willing to chip in on CNN’s ‘Reliable Sources’ show was former CNN pundit Tucker Carlson. Now, Carlson has a bit of previous with Jon Stewart, with the following exchange having taken place on an episode of Carlson’s CNN show ‘Crossfire’ in 2004. Tucker Carlson is the 35 year old man wearing a bow tie, and for the eight people on the internet who haven’t seen this clip before, it’s pretty much like the ‘away fixture’ of Stewart/Cramer:

 

An invited CNN crowd applauding someone criticising the network for failing to pay due attention to actual journalism, there. You may have noted judicious use of the term “partisan hackery” by Jon Stewart, too.

Carlson failed to come up with a decent comeback at the time, but he is a wily man. He went away. He licked his wounds. He schemed. He plotted. He waited for the right moment. Then, just five years later, he pounced!

 

KA-KOW!

“He criticized Obama's budget, and that's what started this, because in the end, Jon Stewart is a partisan hack.”

Yeah! I know you are but what am I? It’s the American remake of Piers Morgan running endless pleas in the Daily Mirror for dirt on Ian Hislop, only to come up short and end up panting pathetically like a man trying to punch down an elephant. Ah, there’s nothing quite like letting a grudge simmer for half a decade, then lacking the perspicacity to get that point across when the opportunity finally arises. Trust us, we find that out the hard way at least three times per day, such is the length of our enemies list.


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Unexciting Chart Of The Day

According to MediaGuardian, the first episode of Horne & Corden was a huge hit, attracting 817,000 viewers to the opening show of their heavily promoted sketch-based comedy. Six days later, the same website declares Stewart Lee’s Comedy Vehicle to have “started poorly”, after it gathered just, erm, 1.1million viewers.

Now, despite the former being on BBC Three, and the latter being on BBC Two, our stance is that this hardly matters when it comes to these two shows. Horne & Corden was surfing into our living rooms on a wave of heavy promotion, with trailers on all channels, interviews on Radios One, Two and Six, not to mention Gavin and Stacey still being fresh in everyone’s memory and the pair having recently hosted The Brit Awards. Stewart Lee’s Comedy Vehicle, starring Stewart “Not Really Been On Telly For Ten Years” Lee, reputedly had a few trailers put out (although we’ve not actually seen one of them on our television), and some broadsheet interviews with Lee (some of which were also conducted by Lee himself).

So, with what we’re saying is a level playing ground between the two programmes, and us just having found the overnights for the second episode of Horne and Corden, it’s time for a chart that doesn’t have a lot of information in it.

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Not very (or remotely) interesting so far, but rest assured we’re going to be filling this in week by week to measure the respective fortunes of the two comedy offerings. It’ll be like an advent calendar that you don’t have to wait until December for.

(Note: we haven’t got around to watching H&C episode two yet, so we’re not going to make any claim as to the quality of it yet. We’ve come up with a new yardstick to measure the quality of it, so expect a full breakdown of it soon.)


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Lesbian Vampire Killers vs The Boys In Blue

With their show largely consisting of jokes based on the differing body shapes of the pair, stereotypically camp gay characters and characters from popular culture transplanted into comically unsuitable movie franchises, it’s fair to say the antics of Horne and Corden could be equally at home in the Saturday night schedule of ITV from the early 1980s. With this in mind we’ve come up with a new yardstick for measuring the success of BBC Three’s flagship comedy show. It’s time for:

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How it works: Take the first five skits from a 2009 sketch show. Take the first five sketches from an ITV pre-watershed comedy show from the 1980s. Each sketch faces off against each other, with the better of the two receiving one ‘point’. After five sketches from each have been measured, we have our winner. Simple. Effective. Most importantly, quite easy to do. Tonight:

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Horne & Corden, episode 2, series one (BBC Three, 2009)
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Cannon & Ball, unknown episode from series six (LWT, 1984)

We haven’t seen either yet, and we’re doing it on the level – we’re not going to rig the vote so the BBC Three show loses. We’re not even going to mention how Cannon and Ball had to work their way up to television after years of honing their act and performing in working men’s clubs, whereas Horne and Corden were two actors who had worked together on a popular comedy drama show. So, to round one.

ROUND ONE: INTRODUCTIONS

Horne & Corden:

Corden bounds on, and apologises for the lack of Horne. Midway trough the apologies, Horne announces his arrival from off-camera. The crowd giggles as the camera turns to the delayed Thin One Of The Two. He is revealed to be tied to a bed frame as the crowd whoops with delight.

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He hops on stage to encounter a startled Corden, proclaiming how the girl he had ‘been with’ was ‘mad’. Said girl turns out to have been a stalker he’d met on Facebook. He begs Corden to scratch his freshly shaved scrotum as we rapidly re-evaluate our earlier statement about them being suitable for pre-watershed 1980s ITV.

Cannon & Ball:

Tommy Cannon thanks the crowd for their applause, as Bobby conducts the level of applause like an orchestra leader. As Ball proclaims how good it is for a tall and sexy man like him to be there, it is revealed he is actually standing on a box to appear taller than he really is.

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Tommy soon notices this, and cheekily milks the situation for all it’s worth, forcing Ball to admit to feelings of inadequacy regarding his height. Tommy orders Bobby to ditch the box, much to the chagrin of his bubble-permed partner. In a fit of pique, Cannon eventually chucks the box off-screen, causing Ball to storm off, only to return in a pair of platform boots. Cannon pretends to see the funny side, and then leads the band into playing the duo’s signature tune. As the pair begin to sing and dance (“laugh me a laugh, grin me a grin”), Ball stumbles and falls in his cumbersome clodhoppers.

As Ball complaints about the unfairness of the situation, Cannon explain the importance of their mismatched physiques to their act. Ball understands this, and apologises. As Cannon smiles in agreement, he begins to introduce the first act (a gospel band, foreshadowing their later act). As he speaks, Ball is raised up in the air, as he is on a wire. Cannon smiles, and walks away, leaving Ball to dangle helplessly in mid-air.

Points: Well, neither gag is going to go down in the annals of entertainment, but both are traditional enough. Cannon and Ball sneak it, purely because they haven’t just stolen a joke from Alas Smith and Jones. Come on Horne and Corden, just because your target demographic weren’t born when Alas Smith & Jones was on air, that doesn’t make it okay. (See here, about two minutes in)

Horne & Corden 0, Cannon & Ball 1.

ROUND TWO:

H&C:

Synchronised swimming, with a team of women, and our favourite two mismatched funsters.

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They perform to the tune of Abba’s Waterloo. The four proper swimmers perform impeccably, while Horne and Corden flail about hopelessly. The television commentator meanwhile plays it straight.

C&B:

A New York basketball court. Cannon and Ball strut on in their ‘street gear’. Cannon proclaims they’re going to ‘do’ West Side Story. Cannon takes it seriously, while Ball arses about. We’ve got our first ‘comedy gay’ moment of the night, with Bobby delivering the line “Modern day Romeo & Juliet? If you’re expecting me to climb a wall to kiss you… [camply] I just might do!”.

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Cannon explains the concept of the two gangs, and Ball duly misinterprets his comment about a gang of Sharks. Cannon calls on his team of Jets, three burly blokes, who scare Ball so much he leaps into the arms of Cannon. Bobby decides to call up his gang of Sharks. An elderly dishevelled man walks onto the set.

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Bobby tries to rapidly become a Jet, before being rebuffed, and grabbed by the scruff of the neck by one of Cannon’s minions. The performers struggles to keep in character for laughing as Ball surveys the damage to his T-shirt. The Jets surround the Sharks, and try to scare them via the medium of interpretive dance. In retaliation, Ball dances around in circles in a comedic fashion. Suddenly, the action really kicks off, as it turns out the elderly dishevelled man is actually a kick-ass fighter, who despatches the three burly Jets with ease.

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However, the exertion of battling the Jets takes it out of him, and a weary Ball shoves him gently, causing him to collapse on the ground. Cannon and Ball stroll off the body-strewn set to applause, and into the distance. But, it’s not over – as the set uses forced perspective, they need to crouch as they walk ‘up’ the street.

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Points: Two similar skits, both relying on traditional set ups and physical humour. Cannon and Ball’s wheezing old man walking onto the set elicited our first audible snigger from either show, and the forced perspective gag at the end sealed it. The Horne and Corden sketch didn’t really go anywhere after the premise of them being two blokes in an otherwise all-girl swimming team was revealed. Another point for Cannon and Ball.

Horne & Corden 0, Cannon & Ball 2.

ROUND THREE:

H&C:

A mens’ toilet. Horne is standing at a urinal. Corden appears from a cubicle, wearing a large wig, sharp suit, Bluetooth headset and wry smile.

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He retreats to his cubicle, flushes it, then runs out and grabs Horne, who is clearly taken aback by his actions as he falls backwards and pisses everywhere.

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Corden then shouts “it was me! See ya later!”

Oh dear.

C&B:

Tommy Cannon on stage, about to introduce the next turn. The audience laughs as Bobby Ball walks out, dressed as a Shakespearean king, causing Cannon to join in the laughter.

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Cannon pretends to mistake him for the Hunchback of Huddersfield. Bobby proclaims he’s actually here to play Richard III in ‘the Shakespeare sketch’. Tommy Cannon rebukes Ball, revealing this is part of a recurring theme where Ball walks on stage in the wrong costume each week. As Cannon continues to chastise Ball for ruining the show, Ball bursts into tears (“you’ve made me hump wobble! It’s stinging!”). Cannon allows Ball to introduce the commercial break. Ball tries to do this in character, and Cannon gets annoyed.

(Excellently, the rip of Cannon and Ball has the commercials intact. Old Flake ad, one for making your dinner with gas-based 'Cookability', one “they’re tasty, tasty, very very tasty” Bran Flakes ad, Victor Kiam and his razors, Lucozade and Renault cars. Old car adverts are always fun – trying to make a ropey old 1984 model Renault 11 look like it’s suitable for a mid-80s upwardly mobile ABC1? It surely never worked.)

Scores: The Cannon and Ball skit didn’t really go anywhere, but it still trumped Horne and Corden’s urine-based effort. We were quite honestly hoping this was going to be a bit closer, but the match is already over.

Horne & Corden 0, Cannon & Ball 3.

ROUND FOUR:

H&C:

News spoof. This time the Comedy Gay Stereotype is doing a special report on knife crime.

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Comedy Gay Stereotype Man tries to get a street gang on side by handing out free packets of Capri-Sun, which is a little bit funny. The sketch ends with CGSM reacting to homophobic taunts from a rival gang by dissing their outfits and questioning their sexuality, and their unwillingness to accept it.

C&B:

A ballroom dancing spoof. “Ladies and gentlemen! Please welcome Tommy Tuppence, a roadsweeper, and Cynthia Hallworthy, a trainee mud-wrestler!” Borderline sexist pratfalls ensue.

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Points: With a sketch that finally shows a little bit of invention and our expectations being quietly confounded, Horne and Corden see themselves back into the reckoning. It’s too late to take the win, but can they make it respectable?

Horne & Corden 1, Cannon & Ball 3.

ROUND FIVE:

H&C:

Corden leaves a shop with some bags and a beard. He holds his bag up to the camera and says “I’ve just bought some cord-u-roys” in a funny voice, then he pulls a silly face.

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C&B:

Int. Golf club. Day. Tommy is at the bar. Bobby enters, dressed as a fisherman.

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Fish-based prop gags ensue. Tommy tricks Bobby into buying a round, much to the amusement of the bruised and battered barman, whose appearance is clearly due to this being another running sketch.

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The barman is one of those actors who always used to be in things, but only ever in quite minor roles. You know, like that quite posh woman who always pops up in dramas, who acts quite posh for a bit, but then isn’t seen again. Anyway, Ball pokes him in the eyes and walks off.

At a table, talk turns to the morality of fishing, barmaids with ‘big charlies’, the purpose of life and the class system. The talk gets confused, leading to Ball proclaiming how he “wouldn’t want that from a wooly woofter”. Talk drifts to the differences between the sexes, and how Ball has heard that “oysters are bicycles”. “You mean bisexual,” corrects Cannon. Then they go off and try to tap off with some blonde women at the bar, and that’s the end of the sketch. Groundbreaking stuff, we’re sure you’ll agree.

Points: Neither were very good, but at least Horne and Corden’s non-joke was out of the way in one tenth of the time it took Cannon and Ball.

Final score: Horne & Corden 2, Cannon & Ball 3.

Oh well, better luck next week, Horne and Corden. We’re off to try and track down a torrent of h&p@bbc to measure against next week’s episode, so we’ll leave you with the sixth sketch from this episode of Cannon and Ball. It’s a sketch we were really hoping could be used in the comedy shootout itself, but fate was against us. We’re sure you’ll agree it would have been much better than all the sketches we’ve just sat through.

(Oh, and that YouTube caption is wrong, it was definitely 1984, as we remember a nine-year-old us being delighted upon the original transmission.)


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