Tracey: Come with me now on a journey through time and space! The Nicey Nicey Zooniverse is open to all worthy of admiring the mightiness of the Boosh! Stand in awe of the untapped, funky thespian powers of Zoo Keeper Howard Moon (a.k.a. Julian “Mindhorn” Barratt)! Witness his Zoo Associate, Vince Noir, (a.k.a. Noel “Never a Coward” Fielding) as he collects the entire Gary Numan discography on cassette! Tremble before the horseshoe mustache of Zoo Owner Dixon Bainbridge (a.k.a. Matt “Sweetest” Berry)! Wonder at Zoo Manager Bob Fossil (a.k.a. Rich “Snuff Box” Fulcher) and his inability to identify even the most commonplace of animals by its correct name. Pine after Miss Gideon! Project yourself astrally with Naboo the Enigma! Pet Bollo the Gorilla… at your own risk! All this plus tasty beats in “The Mighty Boosh”!
Beatricia: Tracey, darling, you were just about as coherent as a dictionary that’s been pushed through a colander. That said, whenever I am overcome by the fear that I might have committed terrible mistakes as a mother, I recover by reflecting that neither of my children belong to a musical comedy troupe. So somewhere in my youth, (or childhood), I must have done something good.
Hank: I get why this is funny. Or do I REALLY get why this is funny? One of the fellows, the sensible one who boxes Killeroos, is some blend of Will Ferrell and Conan O’Brien. The other gentleman, the impish one that was raised by Bryan Ferry, is some blend of Ashton Kutcher and a Rod-Stewart wig. Hilarious pick, kiddo! Laughter and “The Mighty Boosh” have brought us closer as a family. Thank you for introducing us to this all-too-brief comedic charmer.
Tracey: Oh, this is only the first season. There’s tons more where that came from!
Hank: $%@&!!! We gotta sit through more of this incomprehensibly weird turd?!? And yet the British axed “Fawlty Towers” after one season!!! THAT’S why they lose Empires!!!
Cousin Franz: The potentially unsettling surrealism is kept likable by an innocent sort of impishness. Underneath it all there’s a sincere fondness for the way stories are meant to unfold on conventional television, even if subversion inevitably follows. And a cherry for the grotesque creature design! It’s as if Salvador Dali had been commissioned to film “The Island of Dr. Moreau.”
Grandpa Felicius: Ah, yes, I can still vividly recall the Island of Doctor Moreau. Quite an eye-opening experience.
Cousin Franz: Yeah, H. G. Wells sure knew how to write a prescient book.
Grandpa Felicius: …? Book? OH. YES, of course. “Book.” Ha. Ha. Who alive would claim otherwise? And now if you all would excuse me, I must retire for the night. Come along, Pig-Dog-Boy! Be swift or suffer my fury!
Trent: Be there in two shakes of my tail, Grandpa! Anyway, this was dope, Tracey, but I have this one question that maybe you can answer for me:
Who’s this Gary Numan?
Is he some sort of human
Comic and atomic
Just like Harry Truman?
Maybe he’s a bold man,
Just like Gary Oldman?
Soupy doopy loopy
Cuz my soup is cold, man.
Blurbarella: “Mightiness of the Boosh– Something Good– Comedic– Incomprehensibly Weird–Experience– Doopy Loopy.”
4 out of 6 Cherries