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In most we’ll leave something behind, whether it’s a shed, an audit or a botched tiling job in the kitchen. But if you’re an actor, an artist, an architect, a Death Row/Bad Boy rapper then it’s common that the piece you’re working on – or have finished working on – will emerge after you’ve slid from this mortal coil.
And just as we lost Philip Seymour Hoffman in February and watched him in God’s Pocket and A Most Wanted Man in the summer, we lost Rik Mayall in June and only now witness his last stand on TV.
In “The Weatherman”, Rik gleefully told the story of Ken whose new-found powers to control the weather through his forecasts soon causes chaos. The tale itself, written by Tony Way, was a funny yarn, but it was the gleeful menace in Mayall’s delivery that made it a fitting epitaph. As Rik – sat in a woefully dad-ish combo of denim jacket and a tight white shorts – described a cloud of rain, he practically crunched over the delivery. This wasn’t “disgusting drizzle”, it was “deesgaasten driiizle”. It’s a performance worthy of his legacy.
One, it ought to be noted, at least matched by Vic Reeves. Reeves brought a surreal cheek to “In Space Nobody Can Hear You Clean”, Nico Tatarowicz’s tall tale of a Victoria Wood-like cleaning lady who accidentally found herself stuck on a spaceship. Again, clever stuff, with a sharp twist, but the joy here was watching Vic get his tongue around phrases like “boutique palliative care” and “who would drink the cola of an attempted murderer?” Mmm.
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