Fantastic!

Brilliant and touching

A lot of perfectly good film show their cards early, establish a unique premise and let the audience explore a topic at a leisurely pace, without much in terms of surprise. this film is not one of those films.

I think this is a new genre that they're all sort of working their way through it and haven't got all the kinks worked out yet but it's a genre that works for me.

Admittedly, Wodehouse is difficult to dramatize. Two good dramatizations have appeared in the years since this series went out ("Heavy Weather" with none other than Peter O'Toole becoming the embodiment of Lord Emsworth and Sam West as a perfectly vacuous Monty Bodkin; and "Piccadilly Jim" with Sam Rockwell in a "steampunk" alternative 1930s); but much of Wodehouse's humor relies on a narration practically impossible to duplicate. How does one dramatize the character description, "if not actually disgruntled, he was far from being gruntled"? John Alderton, while affable, is hardly in O'Toole's class as an actor; though he is shaped perfectly for Wodehouse, he mugs too much. His wife, Pauline Collins, has an annoying difficulty with her "r" sounds. They apparently do these shows before a live audience, making them look stagey and full of inappropriate pauses for laughter. This is unfortunate as sometimes Wodehouse's lines fall flat (Wodehouse wrote extensively for the stage but his short stories were for reading purposes).Wisely, they veered away from the most popular Wodehouse series (no Bertie Wooster or Blandings) and stick mainly to Mulliner and "golf" stories (though Wodehouse has so many cross-overs, some characters from the other series appear, notably when Collins fails to impress as Bobbie Wickham in "Mister Potter Takes a Rest Cure"). Because many of Wodehouse's minor characters feel similar, they lend themselves to this series' rep.-company ambiance.Many familiar supporting-role faces crop up here and there: Raymond Huntley, Colin Jeavons, Thorley Walters, Jonathan Cecil, etc.) but even these talented chaps fall flat on their face occasionally (as when William Mervyn, as the oldest member, doing his best with lines that sound better on the page than on the stage, winds up giving vain pauses for laughter that doesn't come).They mean well, and the tales are presented in the innocence Wodehouse intends. They simply haven't the technology for a smoother presentation, and the very unreality Wodehouse achieves on the page often undercuts literal execution. And while Wodehouse moved freely among acting folk between the wars and therefore used many actors as characters in these stories, Collins, an actress who has found some renown since, is at her worst portraying actresses.A few episodes stand out as classics; notably "Unpleasantness at Bludleigh Court" (though Collins with her speech defect has difficulty selling Wodehouse's hilarious poem); and at least one episode IMPROVES on Wodehouse as it builds to a climax ("The Code of the Mulliners").By coincidence, the series first showed in America very shortly after I became a Wodehouse addict in the ninth grade. The first few shows have the Master himself introducing the episodes (in clips filmed shortly before his untimely death at 93), and I was disappointed that I could barely understand a word said by this most literate of writers.

One of the wonderful things about this series is that the two main characters are played by the same male and female actors throughout, even though they are playing different roles. The male lead is often called "Mulliner", but he is a different person each time. It makes the series very much like repertory theater, and shows you just how versatile these actors are. They also get into the most unusual situations, like playing golf in the water, or getting locked in a cupboard. It just one laugh after another, without having to resort to vulgarity or sexism. The first series has P.G. Wodehouse himself making the introductions, which is extraordinary because he was 94 at the time and in fact died in 1975, when the series was released.

P G Wodehouse is the funniest writer in the English language --period. No one else is even close. The other great humorists I admire --James Thurber, S J Perlman, Mark Twain, Woody Allen (as a writer and filmmaker)-- none can match his sheer skill with the language. I used to read his stories aloud to my wife, at night, and even though I'd read all of them before there were times when I couldn't read a word for laughing so hard. She literally fell out of bed laughing.But as much as I loved his works, I was a bit worried when I saw that his Mulliner stories were being adapted for television. I was apprehensive for two reasons: First, was there a screenwriter skillful enough to translate his lunacy to the screen, faithfully. Secondly, were the actors up to it? I needn't have bothered on either count. John Alderton and Pauline Collins are absolutely brilliant. Alderton in particular is a marvel. His ability to play a variety of roles, from the clueless but goodhearted lover to a sneering villain to a whimsical man-about-town and then a mild-mannered curate, is a sheer joy to watch. Pauline Collins is marvelous, and she will live forever in my mind as she narrows her eyes, purses her lips and intones "Produce the Peke!". (Okay, you'll have to see Portait of a Disciplinarian to understand.) But they're not alone: The Wodehouse gallery is full of extraordinary portraits. The single funniest line in any of these shows, and one of the best in all of Wodehouse's works comes from a young woman golfer --big, hearty outdoors type-- who receives a phone call from a devastated but petulant Alderton, playing Reginal Muilliner, who has recently argued with his fiancée and had her break off the engagement. (Engagements in Wodehouse stories are fragile things.) The young Mulliner calls up the formidable Mabel, and says: "I say, Mabel: Will you marry me?" Her response is a classic of comedic language: "Certainly. Who's speaking?" Fortunately these shows are now available on DVD, and if you have to trample small children and infirm old ladies, run to the store (Borders for sure has them, and perhaps Barnes and Noble does too) and buy them. Then reserve an entire evening for laughter.

I watched this show as a teenager and found it to be side-splittingly hilarious. It introduced me to the works of PG Wodehouse, who became one of my all time favorite authors. PG Wodehouse poked fun at his fellow Englishmen (and women) with affectionate, yet sharp humor. And no one had the mastery of Wit that Wodehouse possessed! His works brought this era of the British Empire to life with nostalgic color. These adaptions of his work are by far the best; the two leads have nimble comic timing that is brilliant.I remember one show (this was almost 30 years ago, so please forgive my memory!) in which there was a manor house full of hunting enthusiasts, and they kept shocking a visiting vegetarian with their manic blood/gun lust. Wodehouse loved to pierce the veneer of political correctness (in a light-hearted way) even then.This show should be brought back. I searched for it in vain at the PBS store that was in San Diego. Wodehouse should be introduced to a new generation of teenagers.