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When Karl isn’t actively spouting drivel, Ricky and Steve still have plenty to mock him for, including his Mancunian monotone and remarkably spherical bald head (like “a fucking orange,” Gervais frequently claims). A 2006 New York Times article claimed that Pilkington was a master of “comic deadpan”—indeed, the humor derived from Karl’s way of thinking is so exquisitely consistent that it can be hard to believe it’s organic...
...Karl Pilkington has a cult following of Jonestownian proportions, which he has wisely parlayed into three book deals and a multitude of hosting gigs. He, Gervais, and Merchant were even awarded the Guinness World Record for the most downloaded podcast in 2006. But this tremendous popularity has yet to make its way across the Atlantic...
...some extent, the hilariously disparate body types of Gervais, Merchant, and Pilkington lend themselves to caricature. They are a strange tableau: the lumbering six-foot-seven Merchant, the squat Gervais, the round-headed Pilkington. Most reviews liken Gervais’s avatar to Fred Flintstone, but I believe the real similarity here is to Comedy Central’s mercifully short-lived “Shorties Watchin’ Shorties” (you know a show’s good when its title prescriptively drops the gerund “g”), which animated clips of stand-up comedy...
Overall, I think, the animation only distracts us from Karl’s surreal, systematically incorrect worldview. The comedy of the podcasts is minimalist and mean-spirited; Pilkington requires neither bells nor whistles. Regardless, TV’s “The Ricky Gervais Show” has been renewed for a second season—and despite its issues, I’m delighted. The format in which Karl is presented is almost beside the point, so long as Karl is presented...
...Extras,” both co-created with Merchant, I can’t imagine Gervais is looking to make a quick buck. He believes in “The Ricky Gervais Show,” because he believes that the world needs to meet Karl Pilkington and probe his brain. And it does—my own fanaticism stops just short of distributing religious tracts honoring Karl in the Times Square subway station. If a spoonful of TV sugar is necessary to make this medicine go down, then...