Tangled and Mrs Brown's Boys make me laugh and cry
It's funny what makes you laugh and what makes you cry. I saw "Tangled" recently and sobbed towards the end. It was the moment the handsome young cartoon man sacrificed his life for the impossibly pretty Princess Rapunzel. Of course, the happy ending was just a few frames away, and he would live, but I don't know what happened to me but I wept. Not a wee wipe away trickle of a tear but a "where is that tissue, blow my nose loudly" kind of cry. The 6 year olds I was chaperoning laughed at me!
Yesterday I cried again. This time with laughter. I was sitting at my desk watching a preview dvd of "Mrs Brown's Boys", the age old stage comedy by Dublin comedian Brendan O'Carroll, which got its BBC network premier last night. I know the jokes are so old there are hairs on them as my dad used to say about jokes but it made me laugh. Out loud, in an open plan office, to the bemusement of colleagues. One watched it last night and said she didn't get what I thought was funny. I hate when people do that . You begin to doubt whether you know what's actually funny. Then I read the reviews, mixed to say the least. One Facebooker said to me that it "belongs in the 'Fifties on the stage of the old Gaiety Theatre or some-such. Dreadful." For me it was pure panto, pratfalls, man in a dress, and except for the liberal use of the F word, it could have been Christmas in a church hall in rural Ireland. I'm not sure it's going to be BBC's answer to "Fr. Ted" though.
Brendan O'Carroll isn't Dermot Morgan. But what I liked was the knowing look in O'Carroll's eye. As though he was saying, I know you think this is just Oirish, paddy whackery stuff , feck it, but I'm the one with the big tv gig. And I'm the one laughing all the way to the bank.