The True History of the Blackadder (56 page)
Stephen Fry may happily double for Lloyd as the figurehead for
QI
but he was not the first choice for presenter, the original candidate being Michael Palin, as with Lloyd’s Barclaycard ads. Having stepped into the breach, however, Fry’s schoolmasterly role on the show has become one more avenue for his public veneration as an actor, presenter, writer and all the other dizzyingly myriad occupations that make up his chat-show introductions. That Fry has become such a National Teddy Bear, a kind of millennial Betjeman, for the whole population to hug (or indeed kick) at any opportunity, from an arguable starting point of being a closeted qualification-free convicted felon at the age of seventeen, may be the infamous polymath’s one holistic achievement.
It’s sadly forgotten that he has also remained loyal to sitcom, and got to play a comedy bastard worthy to stand alongside Blackadder, in the despicable PR guru Charles Prentiss. Originally created as a snobbish BBC Radio controller by writer Mark Tavener for his comedy murder-mystery novel
In the Red
, Prentiss went on to feature alongside John Bird’s more sanguine Martin McCabe in the Radio 4 and BBC2
adaptations, plus a number of radio sequels (one featuring Laurie as an obvious Blair cipher), before the pair were reborn as spin doctors in their own radio sitcom
Absolute Power
.
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Rather than cunning plans, Charles was fond of pulling off the odd colossal ‘wheeze’, as a moral vacuum meddling with the processes of government and the media. It’s tragic that the TV version of
Absolute Power
was compromised by the fatal illness of Tavener, and the glossy result, despite lasting for two series on BBC2 in 2003 and 2005, was fated to be overshadowed by
The Thick of It
, with Peter Capaldi’s Malcolm Tucker becoming the iconic sitcom spin doctor of the decade.
Fry remains a successful actor by any means, but, he would be the first to acknowledge, not one to compete with his erstwhile colleague’s transformation into the most highly paid TV actor of all time, and the sexual fantasy of millions of fans of the medical drama
House
all over the world. Perhaps it was not easy for someone with Laurie’s crippling sense of humility to have finally lived up to the predictions of his
Blackadder
friends and graduated from supporting roles in Hollywood movies to portraying the generation’s most infamous TV doctor Gregory House (especially as his own father earned considerably less as a real doctor), but the magnitude of Hugh’s success has palpably led to the long-time self-flagellator gaining a greater sense of his own ability, and a new comfort within his own skin which has empowered him to realise his greatest ambition: becoming a blues musician – his first solo release
Let Them Talk
was one of the best-selling hit albums of 2011.
The rest of the actors who make up the extended
Blackadder
family could not be said to have done at all badly either, with Oliviers, Golden Globes, BAFTAs, the odd Oscar and high-profile roles abounding on their CVs, comprising an opulent bounty of characters. Tim McInnerny’s wish to avoid typecasting has certainly been granted, having taken on roles as diverse as Dr Frank-N-Furter and Cruella de Vil’s sidekick
Alonzo in
101 Dalmatians
(where he co-starred with Laurie), while the wealth of historical characters he has portrayed in TV dramas such as
The Devil’s Whore
and movies like
Black Death
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have never brought to mind the foppery of Percy or slipperiness of Darling. Comedy remains crucial to his career, however, and he even became an honorary member of the Comic Strip, alongside Miranda Richardson, who co-starred with him in the surreal
Les Dogs
as well as making her own return to sitcom with regular roles in the Jennifer Saunders comedies
Absolutely Fabulous
and
The Life and Times of Vivienne Vyle
. Like McInnerny, Richardson has also been no stranger to the whalebone corset, with a number of historical movies on her CV and central roles in films like
Sleepy Hollow
and
Made in Dagenham
, and the
Harry Potter
series, reuniting her with many of the
Blackadder
alumni – Margolyes, Broadbent and of course Coltrane as Hagrid (though Mayall’s turn as the Hogwarts poltergeist Peeves was criminally cut out).
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But what of the Adder himself? Leaving aside the many doings of Mr Bean, much of the new century has seen Atkinson cropping up in the press for uncomedic reasons – taking the controls of a plummeting plane in 2001, and occasionally worrying his fans by crashing expensive cars at high speed. Tony says, ‘He’s one of the few mega performers who genuinely has a full and fulfilling life away from show business. In my experience, I can’t tell you how rare that is. He has a beautiful wife and family and good on him. Yet he remains for me the consummate comedy performer of his generation.’ Besides his headline-grabbing Mr Toad impressions, however, comedy has remained Rowan’s most serious occupation, and he also hit the headlines in 2005 as an outspoken opponent of an Incitement to Religious Hatred Bill which was being steered through the House
of Lords, and which could have effectively left any comedian or artist open to criminal prosecution on the grounds of blasphemy. At the time, Fry commented, ‘Religion, surely, if it is worth anything, doesn’t need protection against anything I can say,’ and in his speech to the House, Atkinson concluded, ‘The freedom to criticise ideas – any ideas, even if they are sincerely held beliefs – is one of the fundamental freedoms of society and any law which attempts to say that you can ridicule ideas, as long as they’re not religious ideas, is a very peculiar law indeed.’
Although the incessant links between
Blackadder
and
Oliver!
continued when he appeared as Fagin in the West End in 2009, it’s a long time since Atkinson staged a live comedy show or found a new TV vehicle, with cinema remaining his chief playground for over a decade, despite his admitting in the past, ‘I see the film world as a big bag of worry, a slightly bleak minefield which you might make it across. The only reason for doing film is to stretch yourself … I don’t want to take so many risks. It is better to make no films than bad films.’ Supplemental to Mr Bean’s movie success, Rowan bagged the starring role in
Keeping Mum
(in which he played, of course, a vicar), and his main comedic preoccupation in recent years has been Johnny English, the big-screen incarnation of Lloyd’s BAFTA-winning Barclaycard adverts. Lloyd was on board at the birth of the movie franchise but, as he likes to lament about so many projects in his life, he was swiftly sacked by the money men on both instalments. Despite being another manifestation of the star’s strong sense of patriotism, trouncing the French and protecting Queen and country with pratfalls, the first instalment did better business in the Mr Bean-loving quarters of the globe than in the UK, and left the perfectionist Atkinson keen to give the inept but deluded secret agent a second go, resulting in the more critically acclaimed and highly silly sequel
Johnny English Reborn
in 2011 – in which he was aided in no small manner by the debut of McInnerny as English’s ‘Q’ figure, Patch Quartermain.
Having achieved so much, becoming an undeniable comic icon all
around the world and now in his fifth decade as a professional comedian, it would be fair for Rowan to devote the rest of his life to racing cars and his other hobbies. As Stephen has observed, ‘Rowan has not an ounce of showbiz in him. It is as if God had an extra jar of comic talent and for a joke gave it to a nerdy, anoraked northern chemist.’ And he himself is happy to admit, ‘I sometimes speculate about where I’d be now if I hadn’t decided to take that plunge and write to those agents and take it seriously. And whether I’d be, you know, in some small research laboratory near Swindon, doing amateur dramatics every three months. And I’m sure I’d be enjoying it greatly!’ But the devotion to making people laugh which possessed Atkinson as a student has not gone away, as his activism in the blasphemy case suggests, and the press junkets for
Johnny English Reborn
showed that he was still looking for a new direction for his comedy – or, indeed, that he could countenance a return to the character for which his compatriots love him the most …
The Slither of Tiny Adders
For the entirety of the 1970s, the crushing inevitability of the question ‘Are you planning a reunion?’ became such an unsavoury running joke among the four Beatles that they often answered it, unheeded, before a single question was asked – and no subsequent artists can have such a deep understanding of how they felt, as the
Blackadder
team. With every member still with us, still compos mentis and still friends despite previous hiccups and their vastly disparate career paths, not a year goes by without some rumour bubbling up, usually in the tabloids, either blowing an offhand comment about the show out of all proportion, or completely inventing a story from scratch.
London 2012 Olympics aside, we live in a time when admitting to even the slightest twinge of patriotic feeling can be misconstrued as tantamount to a confession to voting for the BNP, but the comically jingoistic
Blackadder’
s popularity remains undimmed among the
British people. Rowan was delighted to play a central role in Danny Boyle’s opening ceremony – as directed for TV by Geoff Posner – and Prince Edmund himself joined the carnival of British pride, flickering across the Olympic Park’s titanic screens, limply squeaking ‘Hooray!’ Perhaps some element of the show’s power to unite Britons comes from
Blackadder’
s essential sarcasm, which never allows flag-waving to go unmocked, but there is also the fact that the comedy was written by two first-generation immigrants from central Europe. Curtis concedes, ‘Ben’s much more passionate about the history than I am, but there probably is a point to make about people who are first-generation British. You know, Tom Stoppard is the definitive English writer and his family is Czech, and Anthony Minghella’s was Italian. George Bernard Shaw and Oscar Wilde were both Irish. There is something about people who come from another country, and can look at Britain and write about it in a different way.’ Elton says, ‘I think the term “pride in being British” is a very misleading one, because it does have all sorts of connotations. I think a
joy
in being British. I take enormous delight in British History, and without Britain I wouldn’t be here, so I’m extremely conscious of my admiration and affection for British institutions and that very broad church which may be called British culture. I consider myself to be British, even though I now have dual nationality. But if “patriotism” means thinking that you’re
better
than other people then I don’t consider myself remotely patriotic. On the other hand, I have been shaped by the country in which I grew up, and I’m definitely a creature of its history and culture.’
Nevertheless, fans are not confined to the UK – in 2010, Lord Blackadder’s codpiece drew bids from all over the world when it formed the centre of a TV auction, and the show’s popularity in an array of dubbed languages on YouTube,
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copious international repeats and subsequent
commercial releases have only increased the despicable family’s reach around the globe. As a ‘property’ now co-owned by Atkinson, Curtis, Lloyd and Elton, there has only been the minimum of merchandising designed to capitalise on this popularity since the TV series’ conclusion, with a number of DVD and audio releases. Transcripts of the four series, supplemented with diversions such as Mrs Miggins’ Coffee House Menu and Private Baldrick’s school report, were finally published as
The Whole Damn Dynasty
in 1998, accompanied by a press release claiming that the documents within had been discovered in a treasure chest by construction workers on the Millennium Dome site – plus a disgusted disclaimer from the family that all proceeds would be going to Comic Relief. The book was of course a mammoth hit, even though most buyers were likely to know the scripts off by heart already, few shows lending themselves to enthusiastic quotation
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quite like
Blackadder
.
Despite
Blackadder
never having a strong official web presence, the BBC’s early online experiments did give us a collection of strange promotional video games, which were collected for a CD-ROM in 2000. Besides sound bites and picture galleries, the disc gave PC owners the chance to duel against the Red Baron in the sky or the Duke of Wellington with cannon, or to play a maze game where you guide Lord Blackadder to riches without getting caught by the Queen or the Bishop of Bath and Wells. ‘There was a craze for CD-ROMs, but we were all too busy to do it,’ John admits. ‘I gave it to my son who was then about thirteen, and he said, “Dad, it’s complete rubbish!”’ Otherwise, the four guardians of the Adder have been stringent about not cashing in. Rowan says, ‘The only merchandising idea that I can recall was “Blackadder Magic”, based on the well-known confectionery: a two-tier box of dark chocolates, consisting of an extremely smart upper tier (the Blackadder tier) and a hideous lower tier (mangled, half-eaten
abominations – the Baldrick tier). My recollection was that Richard led disapproval of the notion, because Black Magic is/was owned by Nestlé, a company around which there was controversy because of its sale of powdered baby milk to the Third World. “Blackadder Magic” never happened!’ ‘I sometimes think that the problem is that we did all move on pretty quickly,’ Curtis says. ‘Last year I was contacted about doing some
Blackadder
posters, just for people who like it, but the truth of the matter is that no one’s ever needed the money, and we do all find it quite easy to disagree on things.’