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2 of 2 people found the following review helpful:
4.0 out of 5 stars
a compelling and thought-provoking read, 6 Feb 2004
This book attempts to trace the development of British comedy from the late eighties to the present day. To save space, it focuses its attention in a number of ways: there is a lot of coverage of TV performers and TV programmes and only the odd nod to the non-TV regulars on the live scene, usually with the sentiment that it is a terrible shame that we don't see more of so-and-so on the box. It also chooses in particular to look at the 'Post-Alternative' movement in British comedy, those comics who extend and/or react against the 1980s Alternative Comedy boom, in which many took their first fledgling flights.Thompson is biased towards TV, seeing it in some ways as the culmination of a successful comedy career, which might upset fans of the live scene who feel this is the proper environment for comedy. But this is not a simplistic work, and there is some attempt made to, as I say, nod toward the importance of the world beyond the screen. On the other hand, the perspective on TV, both comedy and non-comedy, is illuminating; only half-joking, Thompson imagines figures such as Vic Reeves and programmes such as The Day Today as visionaries who pointed the way to the current era of docusoaps, reality TV and "I'm a celebrity get me out of here!". The book is both informative and enjoyable, and manages to be even handed about a talented yet questionable entertainer such as Frank Skinner, while occasionally putting the boot in when it comes to worthy causes (See chapter on David Baddiel syndrome). Really not sure about the fairly arbitrary contention that the 2003 Office Christmas special marked the end of a era, though (how?).
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5 of 7 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Comedy Culture Criticism, 29 Mar 2004
By A Customer
First off, Thompson has it absolutely spot on about what is funny and what isn't. This is very important in a book like this - if he'd devoted any time over the importance of something like "My Family", he'd have lost a good deal of credibility and therefore rendered everything else he had to say a little suspect. Furthermore, he is brilliantly adept at describing different types of funny, and why things are funny, and he knows his subject matter inside out. This is the perfect foundation on which to build his thesis. "Sunshine on Putty" is an extremely surprising and impressive piece of criticism and far, far more than a comedy retrospective, or a 'behind the scenes' look at British comedy, or interviews with comedians, which I'd thought it was going to be. As well as all this, it tells us an awful lot about contemporary UK culture, both pop-culture and high-culture, and Comedy's pivotal role within it over the last couple of decades, providing wonderfully astute insights, and very persuasive arguments. I certainly think about this period of British Comedy differently after reading Thompson's book. Thompson's style is key - writing critically about Comedy is tricky: too overly-scholarly and academic and all you succeed in doing is removing all the humour from the subject matter: too jokey and imitative and you lose the chance to make any serious points. Though the extensive use of footnoted asides is a little tiresome (if a point isn't important enough to deserve a place in the main body of the text, why bother with it?), Thompson gets the balance just perfect - always readable, wry, occasionally hilarious, but always erudite and fair as a critic. This book says far more important things than you might reasonably expect it to, being a refreshing break-down and review of our culture, as much as of Comedy.
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1 of 1 people found the following review helpful:
1.0 out of 5 stars
Simply awful, 26 Sep 2006
A man who doesn't wear his learning lightly, Ben Thompson has written one of the worst books I have ever read. I ploughed through it for the occassional nugget thrown up by his interviews with various comedians, but it was awfully hard going. If he refers to Henri Bergson once, he does it a thousand times, and what is with those sub-Pratchett footnotes, ostensibly offering information, but mainly attempts at humerous digressions which most definitely do not work. There is a good book in here, although it would only be around 50 pages long - the remainder of the 400-odd pages is taken up with the author's tedious, self aggrandising, meretricious nonsense. Not recommended.
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