This Is Where The Fun Really Stops.
There is an article on the 10th-16th July edition of the Radio Times on creating a sketch show, written by Robert Webb. Here are a couple of quotes I enjoyed:
- That Mitchell and Webb Look is inconceivable without producer Gareth Edwards and in this non-sexual respect, he is one of the show's three dads. Or maybe its midwife. Actually no, because if he's the midwife then David Mitchell and I are giving birth to some kind of conjoined comedy infant and you really don't want that difficult-to-picture but still-basically-alarming image in your head. He's the producer, let's leave it at that. Yes, there is a certain amount of brow-mopping and "telling us to push" involved, but I really would like to abandon this metaphor right now. Obviously he's very experienced and knows about hot towels, but that's it.
- Let me be clear: David and I are good friends. But for two people who aren't in love, aren't even faintly attracted to each other, we really do have to spend a phenomenal amount of time in each other's company. Sometimes I think it would be easier if he looked just a bit more like Johnny Depp or Cameron Diaz, but no, that would be too much trouble. (I'm very amused by the fact that Mitchell and Webb always seem to preface talking about the amount of time they spend together with 'BY THE WAY WE'RE NOT IN LOVE'.)
The article opens, incidentally, with a picture in which David Mitchell is gazing longingly at Keeley Hawes, who, along with Robert Webb, is hovering above a studio floor, suspended on wires. There is nothing I do not love about this. I've wanted David Mitchell/Keeley Hawes fanfiction for a couple of months now, and suddenly real life obliges!
Hang on. This is exactly what happened with Brooker/Mitchell: I started posting about it, and two months later Brooker sent Mitchell the 'we could've, like, started kissing' tweet. I made an entry about 'shipping Mitchell/Hawes at the Would I Lie To You? recording, and two months later it turns out that Hawes is to be playing Mitchell's dream woman in That Mitchell and Webb Look.
This is genuinely quite worrying. I hope I don't become drunk on power and begin using my reality-warping Livejournal for evil.
Owing to a mishearing from my housemate when I was talking about The Mentalist, we appear to have accidentally created the concept of The Dentalist.
Riona's Housemate: He reads people's mouths.
In the first series, the concept is somewhat limited by the fact that the dentalist can solve crimes only if the perpetrator visits his dental practice immediately afterwards. In the second series, the writers become a little more creative and the dentalist begins finding increasingly elaborate ways of getting a look at the suspects' teeth.
It is going to be amazing.
EDIT: Oh, yes, did anyone watch University Challenge last night? Polak, the girl on the St Andrews team, is a very good friend of mine and an absolute sweetheart. That must have been such a frustrating defeat!
- That Mitchell and Webb Look is inconceivable without producer Gareth Edwards and in this non-sexual respect, he is one of the show's three dads. Or maybe its midwife. Actually no, because if he's the midwife then David Mitchell and I are giving birth to some kind of conjoined comedy infant and you really don't want that difficult-to-picture but still-basically-alarming image in your head. He's the producer, let's leave it at that. Yes, there is a certain amount of brow-mopping and "telling us to push" involved, but I really would like to abandon this metaphor right now. Obviously he's very experienced and knows about hot towels, but that's it.
- Let me be clear: David and I are good friends. But for two people who aren't in love, aren't even faintly attracted to each other, we really do have to spend a phenomenal amount of time in each other's company. Sometimes I think it would be easier if he looked just a bit more like Johnny Depp or Cameron Diaz, but no, that would be too much trouble. (I'm very amused by the fact that Mitchell and Webb always seem to preface talking about the amount of time they spend together with 'BY THE WAY WE'RE NOT IN LOVE'.)
The article opens, incidentally, with a picture in which David Mitchell is gazing longingly at Keeley Hawes, who, along with Robert Webb, is hovering above a studio floor, suspended on wires. There is nothing I do not love about this. I've wanted David Mitchell/Keeley Hawes fanfiction for a couple of months now, and suddenly real life obliges!
Hang on. This is exactly what happened with Brooker/Mitchell: I started posting about it, and two months later Brooker sent Mitchell the 'we could've, like, started kissing' tweet. I made an entry about 'shipping Mitchell/Hawes at the Would I Lie To You? recording, and two months later it turns out that Hawes is to be playing Mitchell's dream woman in That Mitchell and Webb Look.
This is genuinely quite worrying. I hope I don't become drunk on power and begin using my reality-warping Livejournal for evil.
Owing to a mishearing from my housemate when I was talking about The Mentalist, we appear to have accidentally created the concept of The Dentalist.
Riona's Housemate: He reads people's mouths.
In the first series, the concept is somewhat limited by the fact that the dentalist can solve crimes only if the perpetrator visits his dental practice immediately afterwards. In the second series, the writers become a little more creative and the dentalist begins finding increasingly elaborate ways of getting a look at the suspects' teeth.
It is going to be amazing.
EDIT: Oh, yes, did anyone watch University Challenge last night? Polak, the girl on the St Andrews team, is a very good friend of mine and an absolute sweetheart. That must have been such a frustrating defeat!