Guest post by Claire Bolden McGill
Back of the net! Jackanory! Jurassic Park! Cash back! Smell my cheese!
There is much talk that Steve Coogan is Alan Partridge, or has at least morphed into him. The actor admits that Alan is a person that he ‘inhabits’ from time to time, though he also freely admits that Alan is a total ‘buffoon’ (is that a word Americans use?) . So, when I a dreaming of Steve Coogan, am I actually dreaming of Alan Partridge? Who knows!
So, how does the comedy legend translate into the American psyche? What kind of response has there been to the movie? Is it too colloquial? Do Americans need to know the history of Alan to get some of the jokes?
Finally, here is a selection of Alan’s wit and wisdom, as only he knows how to impart:
On aesthetics:
About the author: I'm Claire and I'm a British housewife writing about American bits and bobs. I've lived in Columbia, Maryland for 18 months and I like to write about all the things that confuse, amuse and bemuse me about being in the USA. I like to observe and compare our quirky traits, personalities and oddities because there are many and they are endlessly fascinating. From breaking into mailboxes, to choosing the Spanish option at the checkouts; from polarised poverty and wealth, to getting my head round guns and the glamour of politics; from my mission to crush stink bugs, to the American obsession with pulled pork; and from the wonder that is the PTA, to American attitudes to nudity - I write about it all! You can find my blog at www.ukdesperatehousewifeusa.com
Back of the net! Jackanory! Jurassic Park! Cash back! Smell my cheese!
These phrases are part of my vocabulary and they are due in
part to my love and fascination of the man/legend that is Alan Partridge/Steve Coogan.
If I had a dinner party of 10 people, along with Stephen Fry and Rowan Atkinson, Michael Palin and Dawn French, there, at the top of the table, making inappropriate comments to his neighbours and recalling his troubled times in a Travel Lodge and at Radio Norwich, with his over-sized plate piled high, would be Alan Partridge.
I remember sitting in my shared house in London in the late 1990s watching episode after episode of I’m Alan Partridge thinking this was the funniest, most genius thing I had ever seen. I developed a weird crush on Steve Coogan, his creator, since I find a man with a funny bone this big incredibly attractive. Look, the man also created Paul and Pauline Calf, both of which showcase his brilliance!
If I had a dinner party of 10 people, along with Stephen Fry and Rowan Atkinson, Michael Palin and Dawn French, there, at the top of the table, making inappropriate comments to his neighbours and recalling his troubled times in a Travel Lodge and at Radio Norwich, with his over-sized plate piled high, would be Alan Partridge.
I remember sitting in my shared house in London in the late 1990s watching episode after episode of I’m Alan Partridge thinking this was the funniest, most genius thing I had ever seen. I developed a weird crush on Steve Coogan, his creator, since I find a man with a funny bone this big incredibly attractive. Look, the man also created Paul and Pauline Calf, both of which showcase his brilliance!
And, thus, the comedy creation that is Alan Partridge has
remained in my heart as his adventures (read as ‘mishaps’) continued. So, it
was with much glee that I watched his latest foray into a feature length movie,
Alpha Papa, on my birthday last
year. Whilst not much tops ‘Cock Piss
Partridge’ graffitied on the side of his car and his ‘Sunday Bloody Sunday’
reference, from his opening sing-along to Roachford’s ’Cuddly Toy’ to the no-trousers scene, the movie did not disappoint.
What struck me is that Alan Partridge is very, very British,
not least because of his Norfolk connections and his constant British cultural
references. He is a cult in the UK. Here, in the States, I wondered if the
Americans would get Alan Partridge. They might know Steve Coogan for the movie Philomena, and possibly Night at the Museum, but how would they
take to a man such as Alan, who is so full of inadequacies and flaws, when
America generally roots for the tall, handsome real action hero with a heart of
gold, which Partridge, quite clearly is not.
Alan is embarrassing, awkward and uncomfortable. And that’s why I like him.
Alan is embarrassing, awkward and uncomfortable. And that’s why I like him.
There is much talk that Steve Coogan is Alan Partridge, or has at least morphed into him. The actor admits that Alan is a person that he ‘inhabits’ from time to time, though he also freely admits that Alan is a total ‘buffoon’ (is that a word Americans use?) . So, when I a dreaming of Steve Coogan, am I actually dreaming of Alan Partridge? Who knows!
So, how does the comedy legend translate into the American psyche? What kind of response has there been to the movie? Is it too colloquial? Do Americans need to know the history of Alan to get some of the jokes?
Here are some
of the American audience responses to Alan:
‘I do remember thinking that it wasn't bad, just it wasn't for me. I remember a few references that I didn't get that maybe the average British person would and that would also make a difference. I know a lot about British pop culture, but any references to any radio stuff pretty much goes right past me.’
‘I get it*, I just don't find it terribly funny.’ (* in other words, I see why it's supposed to be funny.)
I've only seen him in Mid-Morning Matters and it was amusing but this is the feeling I had - that I was missing too much of the backstory.’
‘I think the often obscure references and the fact that the character appeared 22 years ago in 1991 and has a considerable backstory, doesn't make him the easiest character to get into for someone outside the UK, even though the quality of the comedy has been very consistent (though for my money the best Partridge was the first series of I'm Alan Partridge in 1997 - which was also the series that really made Partridge as a legendary UK comedy character).’
I think Alan Partridge really works best if you've seen his career from the early days, from sports reporter, to prime-time chat show host (where he accidentally killed a guest live on air), to Radio Norfolk's prestigious pre-dawn show, to his current berth at North Norfolk Digital.
And that is why I urge Americans to stop moaning about how crap How I Met Your Mother was (I saw one episode – it sucked) and go back to 1991 and start at the beginning of Alan’s story, and finish with Alpha Papa. Although, I live in hope that Alpha Papa is not the end. I’ll ask Steve if this is the case when he pops round for dinner ;).
Finally, here is a selection of Alan’s wit and wisdom, as only he knows how to impart:
On aesthetics:
"I don't like big feet. It reminds me of gammon."
"Do you know what this bathroom says to me? Aqua. Which is
French for water. It's like being inside an enormous Fox's Glacier Mint. Which,
again, to me is a bonus."
On art:
"There's never any graffiti in the hotel. Although in the
Gents a couple of weeks ago I did see someone had drawn a lady's part. Quite
detailed. The guy obviously had talent."
On class:
"Two fat ladies, 88! Not that you'd find these ladies at a
bingo hall, of course... they're altogether a higher class of fat lady."
On clichés:
"All those people who go around saying “Life begins at
forty,” they're notable by their absence. The nerve."
On conflict:
"The temperature inside this apple pie is over 1000 degrees.
If I squeeze it, a jet of molten bramley apple will squirt out. Could go your
way; could go mine. Either way, one of us is going down!"
On culture:
"All this wine nonsense! You get all these wine people, don't
you? Wine this, wine that. Let's have a bit of red, let's have a bit of white.
Ooh, that's a snazzy bouquet. Oh, this smells of, I don't know, basil.
Sometimes you just want to say, sod all this wine, just give me a pint
of...mineral water."
On the elderly:
"This chemical toilet is a Saniflow 33, now this little babe
can cope with anything, and I mean anything. Earlier on I put in a pound of
mashed up Dundee cake, let's take a look...not a trace! Peace of mind I'm sure,
especially if you have elderly relatives on board."
On ennui:
"Hi Susan. I was a bit bored so I dismantled my Corby Trouser
Press. I can't put it back together again. Will that show up on my bill?"
On ethics:
"Guide dogs for the blind. It's cruel really, isn't it?
Getting a dog to lead a man round all day. Not fair on either of them."
On farmers:
"If you see a lovely field with a family having a picnic, and
a nice pond in it, you fill in the pond with concrete, you plow the family into
the soil, you blow up the tree, and use the leaves to make a dress for your
wife who is also your brother."
"You make pigs smoke!"
On the frailty of the human
body:
"Got my fungal foot powder? Ah, it's a lifesaver, you know.
I'd effectively be disabled if it weren't for these."
"Right, dry skin cream. I'm having an attack of the old
flakes again. This morning my pillow looked like a flapjack."
On friendship:
"Dan's a fantastic man! He really is. I was talking to him
early and he asked me what kind of phone I had and I said a Motorola Timeport.
And he said, 'that's saaad, you want to upgrade'. I said, so do you - to a new
face. He nearly soiled himself! He said he was laughing so hard he had Kenco
coming out of his nostrils, and that made me laugh. But...my nostrils were
clear."
On grammar:
"Convoy? Michael, you're hanging around with a man who uses a
collective term for a single vehicle."
On the Irish:
"Bucktoothed simpletons with eyebrows on their cheeks...
horses running through council estates... men in platform shoes being arrested
for bombings... badly tarmacced drives... in this country."
On Latin:
"Hello is that Curry's? I'd like to place an order for two
supplementary, auxiliary speakers, to go with my Midi Hi-Fi system, apropos
achieving surround sound. 'Apropos'...it's Latin. You ought to have a basic
grasp of Latin if you're working in Curry's."
On law and order:
"Jet from Gladiators to host a millennium barn dance at
Yeovil aerodrome. Properly policed. It must not, I repeat not, turn into an
all-night rave."
On leisure time:
"Sunday Bloody Sunday. What a great song. It really
encapsulates the frustration of a Sunday, doesn't it? You wake up in the
morning, you've got to read all the Sunday papers, the kids are running round,
you've got to mow the lawn, wash the car, and you just think 'Sunday, bloody
Sunday!'"
On love:
"I'm gonna hump ya. Like Deputy Dog... would hump ya."
"Actually the best thing I did, was to get thrown out by my
wife. She's living with a fitness instructor. He drinks that yellow stuff in
tins. He's an idiot."
On personal safety:
"We're down to the final lather. Just relax; there's a foamy
bit on your shoulder - let's make it even more frothy with a squirt of light
lemon liquid. Don't you feel good? Careful not to fall asleep and slip under,
there's some terrible statistics about that."
On public speaking:
"Quick tip for yourself: if you're ever doing an after-dinner
speech, you say "My Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen, sorry I'm late, I just
popped to the toilet. And while I was there, I saw some graffiti and it said 'I
used to be indecisive, but now I'm not so sure.' Straight away you've got them
by the jaffas."
On tact:
"We managed to rectify it, though, because it now says, by
adapting it, "Cook" where it once said "Cock", and it says
"Pass" now where it once said "Piss", so it's slightly less
rude."
On theology:
"In my mind God made Adam and Eve, he didn't make Adam and
Steve."
"God is a gas... but not a small gas like Calor Gas"
On truth:
"I know lying is wrong, but if the elephant man came in now
in a blouse with some make up on, and said "how do I look?" Would you
say, bearing in mind he's depressed and has respiratory problems, would you say
"go and take that blusher off you mis-shapened elephant tranny"? No.
You'd say 'You look nice... John'"
On Joni Mitchell:
"Big Yellow Taxi there by Joni Mitchell, a song in which she
complains that they 'paved paradise to put up a parking lot' - a measure which
actually would have alleviated traffic congestion on the outskirts of paradise.
Something which Joni singularly fails to point out, perhaps because it doesn't
quite fit in with her blinkered view of the world. Nevertheless, nice
song."
About the author: I'm Claire and I'm a British housewife writing about American bits and bobs. I've lived in Columbia, Maryland for 18 months and I like to write about all the things that confuse, amuse and bemuse me about being in the USA. I like to observe and compare our quirky traits, personalities and oddities because there are many and they are endlessly fascinating. From breaking into mailboxes, to choosing the Spanish option at the checkouts; from polarised poverty and wealth, to getting my head round guns and the glamour of politics; from my mission to crush stink bugs, to the American obsession with pulled pork; and from the wonder that is the PTA, to American attitudes to nudity - I write about it all! You can find my blog at www.ukdesperatehousewifeusa.com
Laurence, that is a brilliant impersonation!
ReplyDeleteWhy, thanks! I always find people ham Partridge up when they impersonate him. But he's more understated than that.
ReplyDeleteI went to college in Norwich and I actually quite liked it and that's why Alan Partridge will always have a place in my heart. Norwich radio really was exactly like Alan Partridge's provincial show I remember once they had a Yogurt Phone in - for an hour they asked people to phone in with any yogurt related questions and no one did so they had to keep prattling on a la Alan.
ReplyDeleteSteve Cogan is much like Monty Python,Spike Milligan you either get it or you don't..there's no point trying to explain it to people who find Steve Martain/ will Farral funny...
ReplyDeleteIt's a Travel Tavern!
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