After going for broad appeal with last week’s homage to Made In Chelsea, I’ll be taking things in a
much more niche direction this week. Cardinal Burns was a sketch
show that ran on e4 in 2012 and then Channel 4 for its second series in
2014. Why on earth would I be talking
about it now? Well, it too had a sublime
parody of scripted reality, which I almost included last week, but instead decided
to branch out into its own post this week (see, I do plan). Secondly, and this takes us back to the niche
point around the show, the only other person who loved this show as much as I
did is a dear former work colleague whose response to a number of years in the
same office as me was to move as far away as possible to Australia. I’ve got a guilty conscience as he messaged
me this week just as I was running out the door to a wedding, so hopefully he
reads this and forgives me.
I’ve talked about my love of the sketch show before when
covering Little Britain and Come Fly With Me. Even Bo’
Selecta! has been fondly remembered in this blog (and, after little to no
interest from readers at the time, that post has been gathering clicks like
nobody’s business and is now my second most popular piece of content – no idea
why, or why now). Every two minutes, you’ve
got something new to look at. It’s
either a new set up where you’re wondering what humour will strike next, or we’re
given returning characters that are nice and familiar. If a scene doesn’t work, it’s over before you
know it, and if it does, you can chuckle into your microwave meal or Ottolenghi
sides, making a mental note to remember the best lines for work tomorrow, safe
in the knowledge you’ll have forgotten everything by the time you reach your
desk.
Below I’ll run through some of Cardinal Burns’ top characters,
but the selection is merely incidental.
Seb Cardinal and Dustin Demri-Burns, the namesakes of the show in
question (though it’s not actually called Cardinal Demri-Burns) have acute
skills of observation which they couple with an ability to enact incredibly
accurate mimicry. Each character has a
root in the banal and everyday, but the lads’ amplification of behaviours we might
otherwise miss, exposing them with comedic acid for the silliness that they are,
elevates their scenes and characters to the exact level of wit you need when you
only know one other person who watches a show.
My highlights are as follows:
Camp Ghost Hunters
Phil and Jase channel their inner Yvette Fielding from Most Haunted and dive into
dark spooky houses in search of the paranormal, accompanied by a film
crew. Their passive-aggressive bickering,
“Someone’s a bit tetchy,” soon escalates until they fully miss each and every
ghoulie they would otherwise come across among the shadows, which is bound to
happen if you’re worried about texts from Steve asking to borrow your juicer,
or if you fancy the priest at an exorcism.
Banksy
In real life, it’s universally agreed that Banksy is cool. But in Cardinal Burns, he is a big old saddo. He’s agreed to be filmed, but only if he can
wear a really naff disguise. We see him
interviewed by local radio or struggling with his satnav, all with underlying
currents of casual racism and a deep underestimation of the meaning of his own
work. Things ramp up as he tries to get
his stepson on side, but nothing comes close to his announcement that he has
taken the last nana from the fruit bowl.
The Office Flirts
Flirting is a huge part in the world of doing business. People do deals with people they fancy. I wear skin-tight shirts so nobody realises I
have no idea what I’m doing. In this
series of sketches, the culture of flirting is given a Microsoft Outlook
approach, with a dreary office temp scheduling quick flirts with various office
females, telling them they look nice, which shows his distinct lack of game in
this area. Suddenly, the New Guy
enters. Seb Cardinal with bouffant hair
and a leather jacket projects a give-a-shit attitude that has all the girls losing
control and giggling coquettishly. At
one point, he parades about on a motorbike.
The original office flirt is impressed and signs up for a masterclass in
this artform, but nothing beats New Guy’s departure from each scene, which typically
involves punching a random square-on in the face.
Young Dreams
And so to the Made In Chelsea link, but this also has an air
of The Hills about it. Young Dreams is a spoof scripted reality
vehicle following three girls, introduced with some saccharine pop music while
we get the roll call of the girls. Cardinal
is Rachel, the alpha queen with immaculate hair and pronunciation so affected
that you won’t recognise a single vowel.
There’s Olivia, a dogsbody for Rachel who mostly just hides her giant
mole, and, lastly, we have Yumi, a Japanese transfer played by
Demri-Burns. All are convincing. Each segment plays out around some scheme of
Rachel’s to do whatever she pleases, typically prefaced with her declaring that
“this little fishy is about to” before announcing her self-serving intentions. Inadvertently, Yumi always manages to ruin
everything with some sort of faux pas.
At this point, the emotional music scores in, Rachel storms off, and
Yumi is left shouting out in a racially insensitive Japanese accent: “Raaaachel,
pleeeeasse.” I don’t know why this line has
stuck with me, but I’m unable to address any Rachel I work with without
replicating her emotional whine.
I won’t go on anymore – there’s no time for Vomit Cops and I
daren’t describe the Fiery Hawk sketch (where an enthusiastic young actor
obediently follows a casting director’s ever more sinister directions) – oh, I
just did. Either way, if you’ve not heard
of Cardinal Burns, get to watching it.
It even comes with the epithet of award-winning. I don’t what awards these are, and I can’t be
bothered looking it up, but I can give it my own award: the award for the show that
my friend and I really liked. I hope the
chaps turn up working together somewhere else soon (though I did spot Demri-Burns
in an episode of Peaky Blinders), but until
then, this little fishy is going to have to think of shows that more people have
watched (help).
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