Vic Reeves Big Night Out

"Ooh that's tart" I can't remember exactly when I first lay witness to Vic Reeves Big Night Out. I remember a friend being surprised I had not seen it, the same man who addicted me to Viz for 20 years and ongoing. So at some point I must have sat down and watched it (I'm reminded of the Abba song "The Day Before You Came" here) and to this day I have never failed to tire of it or think it dated. I viewed comedy so differently after this...it was such a formative experience. Be very sure this is Marmite material...you will either love it or hate it. You HAVE to be on a wavelength of the same sense of humour to get it...it's ...  Read the complete review

Back in the early nineties Channel 4 showed half an hour of complete insanity. Anyone who tuned in blind would wonder what the hell was going on This insanity went by the name of Vic Reeves Big Night Out. It was the comedy show that defied convention and spawned catchphrases that entered the student world before the likes of the Fast Show even existed. Hosted by Vic Reeves, the show can only be described as an incredibly offbeat variety show. Vic would sit behind a desk armed with various props. Along the way various characters would join him. Along the way various acts would turn up on stage, Vic and sidekick Bob Mortimer would play out these ...  Read the complete review

At a time when the country was under the rule of the conservatives and Margret Thatcher, every comedian worth his salt was doing their part to make the tories look as stupid as possible. All credit to them, but this made for comedy which was quite heavy going... Enter Vic Reeves and Bob Mortimer, men on a mission to amuse. Sporting a completely politics-free act they set out first and foremost to make themselves laugh, and others could join in if they wanted. And how they did. Bizzare situations, crazy props and improptiu frying pan battles made up the bulk of the show, with a few recurring characters and sketches. Later on they would end with a song ...  Read the complete review