Friday, September 27, 2019

Trailer Park Boys Revisited

I reviewed this show eight years ago, back in 2011, after having seen two seasons.  At that time they were up to seven seasons and two movies.  It began in 2001 with season 1.

Now it’s 12 live action seasons; one animated season; two special 8 episode seasons (Europe & USA); three movies; and three live specials.   It seems the show was originally cancelled after season seven (2007) and picked up again for seasons 8 (2014) through 12 (2018), then the animated series. 

Out-of-the-Park Europe had the trio start in England and work its way across Europe performing tasks (e.g. walk across Abbey Road, sample the drug district of Copenhagen without doing any drugs) which were really set up for them to fail.  Then they picked up again in the US with a similar set-up.  “Beat this guy at basketball” – who turns out to be Dennis Rodman.  “Out smoke this guy in weed”, and the opponent turns out to be Tommy Chong.  You get the idea.

It’s similar to Beavis & Butt-head (Beavis asking about Black Sabbath, “are these guys American?” Butt-head: “No, they’re from Seattle”) in that while most of the characters are stupid, the humor itself is very clever.  However, I find it’s something I can tolerate in small doses.  The live specials are my least favorite, but they are entertaining and have some good audience participation. 

Basic Premise.  A trailer park in Darmouth, Nova Scotia pays host to a trio of dysfunctional Canadian rednecks, Ricky (Rob Wells), Julian (Jean-Paul Tremblay), and Bubbles (Mike Smith).  Ricky is easily the most arrogant and maladjusted, one of these guys who constantly misquotes words – like Bush Jr. and Trump – and throws his weight around, blaming everyone else for his own mistakes.  Julian is always with a rum and coke in his hand, having some elaborate but dishonest scheme hatched up which usually gets them back in jail by the end of the season.  Bubbles lives in a storage shed with cats and rustles shopping carts.  The trailer park supervisor, Lahey (Dunsworth) is a drunk, his assistant Randy (Pat Roach) loves cheeseburgers and never wears a shirt despite a huge pot belly, and a variety of other characters (J-Roc, Cyrus, Barbara) come and go. 

As the show progressed through the seasons more celebrities graced the show with their presence.  Canadian band Rush, guitarist Alex Lifeson in particular, are big fans, and Lifeson himself shows up multiple times.   In the Dublin special the group did a video of “Closer to the Heart”, with Bubbles as Alex, Julian as Neil, and Ricky as Geddy Lee (who he refers to as “Freddy”), which wins them a trip to Ireland on Rush’ private plane to catch a Rush concert there.  But toking on the plane gets them arrested and they plead out – the judge himself is a fan of the show – by doing a comedy special for charity.  Other celebrities are Sebastian Bach, Tom Arnold, Snoop Dogg, and in the final episode of the animated series, Josh Homme and Queens of the Stone Age. 

Back in the early 70s, after the original series of Star Trek was cancelled, they did an animated series.  A big advantage of animation is that you’re no longer limited to humanoid aliens, and what happens is only limited by the animators’ imagination.  Likewise, the animated TPB series gives us the guys as boys, a mission to outer space, a hurricane, and finally meeting up with QOTSA.  

From seasons three onward the trio remains the same:  Ricky, Julian and Bubbles.   Lahey remains drunk, Randy never wears a shirt, and various other characters come and go.  It’s not something I could binge watch all thirteen seasons, three movies, three specials, and two miniseries, but I’m glad I kept up with it.

The Drunk & On Drugs Happy Funtime Hour.   A six episode miniseries in which Wells, Tremblay and Smith portray different sets of trios – none of them being the Trailer Park Boys themselves.   John Dunsworth (Lahey) and Pat Roach (Randy) are also in here.  The plot is borderline incoherent and involves some time/space shifting into WWII.  To say it gets confusing is an understatement, so it’s best reserved for those with, as I like to call it, “high tolerance for weird s**t”.  

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