(Through June 25, we are under the sway of Bizarro. Blame Piper at Lazy Energetic Eye Theatre.)
My distate for the stone-faced British comedian Rowan Atkinson is well-documented, as is my loathing for his signature creation, Mr. Bean. I like subtle, sophisticated verbal comedy as much as the next guy, but Atkinson takes it too far; I’ve been with people who stare at his almost subliminal act without a hint of a smile, unaware that the turkey-on-the-head routine is a joke.
But in spite of the insufferable Atkinson, I had reason to be hopeful about Mr. Bean’s Holiday.
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