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"Hello hello! What's all this noise? We'll have no trouble here. This is a local shop for local people, there's nothing for you here"
If these words mean anything to you, then welcome to The League Of Gentlemen.
If you are unfamiliar with this show, be prepared for a comedy that breaks all the rules.
Imagine Emmerdale Farm strained through David Lynch and you might be half-way to Royston Vasey.
But I doubt it.
Originally conceived as a radio-show, then performed live on stage by the 3 creators, it managed to find a way onto BBC2 where it has sat and whispered nasty things at you for over a year now.
A mini-soap opera with the most unpleasant yet vaguely familiar characters that have ever been allowed on the little screen.
No real plot to speak of, a company wants to put a new road through Royston Vasey, it serves as an excuse to display a theatre of grotesque people living their own way, "with no need for strangers round here."
The 3 creators play ALL of the main characters, with different make-up and voices. Trust me, you will be hard pressed to identify them at 1st.
There are Edward & Tubbs, the cannabalistic local shop owners, Papa Lazarou (the scariest clown to ever appear in anything), The Denton Family who have rules about everything (especially no solids in the downstairs lavatory), a butcher that serves unmentionable meat to discerning customers and Babs the pre-op transexual mini-cab driver.
Horrific, unpleasent, disturbing and quite possibly the funniest thing to grace our screens in a long time.
The League of Gentlemen: Nobody knows this show and it's probably for the best.
If you complain about Cracker being a bit disturbing, steer clear of any show that offers you Tubbs nursing a piglet in graphic detail with a smile.
So, take a deep breath, close your eyes and
Welcome to Royston Vasey:You'll never leave.
Montage Film Reviews freelance writer Chris Doyle BA (Hons) has written a review of the film 'The History Boys' 2006 (dir. Nicholas Hytner).
To read the review sees HERE
April 17th, 5 rows back from stage.
COME ON THE LEAGUE!!
"Hello Dave?"
Top stuff.
"Hello hello! What's all this noise? We'll have no trouble here. This is a local shop for local people, there's nothing for you here"
If these words mean anything to you, then welcome to The League Of Gentlemen.
If you are unfamiliar with this show, be prepared for a comedy that breaks all the rules.
Imagine Emmerdale Farm strained through David Lynch and you might be half-way to Royston Vasey.
But I doubt it.
Originally conceived as a radio-show, then performed live on stage by the 3 creators, it managed to find a way onto BBC2 where it has sat and whispered nasty things at you for over a year now.
A mini-soap opera with the most unpleasant yet vaguely familiar characters that have ever been allowed on the little screen.
No real plot to speak of, a company wants to put a new road through Royston Vasey, it serves as an excuse to display a theatre of grotesque people living their own way, "with no need for strangers round here."
The 3 creators play ALL of the main characters, with different make-up and voices. Trust me, you will be hard pressed to identify them at 1st.
There are Edward & Tubbs, the cannabalistic local shop owners, Papa Lazarou (the scariest clown to ever appear in anything), The Denton Family who have rules about everything (especially no solids in the downstairs lavatory), a butcher that serves unmentionable meat to discerning customers and Babs the pre-op transexual mini-cab driver.
Horrific, unpleasent, disturbing and quite possibly the funniest thing to grace our screens in a long time.
The League of Gentlemen: Nobody knows this show and it's probably for the best.
If you complain about Cracker being a bit disturbing, steer clear of any show that offers you Tubbs nursing a piglet in graphic detail with a smile.
So, take a deep breath, close your eyes and
Welcome to Royston Vasey:You'll never leave.