Review: Fawlty Towers, “Gourmet Night” and “The Germans”

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By Les Chappell

We’ve come to the end of our Fawlty Towers coverage for this first series, likely sooner than any of us hoped or wanted. While most comedies tend to get 13 or 22 episodes a season, Fawlty Towers only had six episodes in its first outing, not at the request of any network but at the decision of John Cleese and Connie Booth. The two, who wrote every episode together, were so convinced that each episode had to be perfect that every script went through constant revisions and took weeks or even months to complete, a pace that couldn’t have supported a run of even a half-season.

And given what we’ve seen so far, quality over quantity was the right choice to make. So far these pieces have been fairly light on substantive criticism, a deficit I apologize for, but that’s mostly because I’m hard-pressed to think of anything negative to say about the show. It may be short but what there is has been polished to a mirror shine, barely any scenes or lines out of place, masterfully executing several different flavors of farce and misunderstanding with the eye of a craftsman. “Gourmet Night” and “The Germans” continue that trend, ending the first series on a high note that exaggerates all of the existing tensions and pushes them beyond the pale.

Series 1, Episode 5: “Gourmet Night”
Original airdate: Oct. 17, 1975

Summary: In an effort to climb another rung on the social ladder, Basil arranges a gourmet night. Unfortunately, thanks to the chef’s alcoholism, Basil must try to get hold of a duck.

If “The Wedding Party” and “The Hotel Inspectors” were comedies of error, “Gourmet Night” is an illustration of another classic comedy convention: the setup where everything that can go wrong does. It’s already been established that Fawlty Towers is not a well-run hotel—managers who are either lazy or high-functioning sociopaths, bellhops who don’t understand a single instruction they’re given—but the hotel seems to function well enough to support itself and even keep on a couple regulars. (Granted, regulars who are half-senile, but regulars nonetheless.) In “Gourmet Night,” the hotel tries to become something more than it is, and the results are nothing short of catastrophic.

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Interestingly, the episode opens where everything seems to be going well for once in the world of Fawlty Towers. A restaurateur friend of the Fawltys has recommended a new chef named Kurt, who is quickly bringing the kitchen to a new level by virtue of his training and novel ideas such as using fresh ingredients. Kurt seems to be leveling out the hotel’s more chaotic elements: being an affectionate friend to Manuel, buying one of Polly’s sketches, and even cooking so well that it mellows out Sybil enough to joke with Basil as opposed to simply bossing him around. (Though the feeling’s not mutual as he caustically jokes that his “little piranha fish” should throw back another “vat of wine” in order to keep the mood going.) True, Basil’s car isn’t working because he’s too cheap to take it into the shop, but that’s a problem easily fixed—in his mind at least—by telling Sybil he did and driving it just out of sight of the hotel.

But of course, Basil Fawlty’s a man who can find fault in any improvements because nothing’s ever good enough for him, and the people eating this fine cuisine are the same people who got under his skin so much in “A Touch Of Class.” He decides that Andre’s talents would be best put to use hosting a gourmet night for the hotel, inviting some of the more prolific members of the community to sample fine dining free from the “riff-raff” that typically have dinner there. (When asked how this is different from the usual fare, he snobbishly suggests “On all the other nights we’ll just have a trough full of baked beans and a couple of dead dogs.”) He gets all excited to organize every detail, only for Sybil to smack him back and tell him his only duty is to print the advertisement. Which, like a petulant child, he opts to make as honest as possible by spelling out “No riff-raff.”

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A few people do respond to the ad though, including a colonel and a leading rotarian, which once again means we get to see the wonderful demonstrations of exactly why Basil’s never managed to make his way to a higher social class. Basil tries to present himself as a gentleman, but as happened with “Lord” Melbury, the instant he’s presented with anyone he’s trying to impress he loses any grasp of what makes a good impression and only makes it worse. It’s faux pas after faux pas as he tries to make conversation (“How’s that lovely daughter of yours?” “She’s dead.”), forgets the order of conversation (“May I introduce my wife?” “She just introduced you!”) and ties himself up in knots when he forgets a name in the middle of introduction. I’m not a fan of cringe comedy as a rule, but the expressiveness of Cleese and the sheer pain on his face as he looks for a way out is fairly universal.

Such a mixup could easily be breezed over with the advent of the meal, until a distressed Manuel and Polly emerge from the kitchen. It turns out Kurt’s interested in Manuel in more than a friendly way, and Manuel’s rejection has upset him so much he’s decided to drain Fawlty Towers’ wine cellar. Interestingly, the episode makes the decision not to show the awkward details of Kurt’s rejected advances, with that action taking place off-camera and Kurt reduced to an vomiting mess. This allows the episode to sidestep the ramifications of the attraction, reorienting itself to hotel damage control. (Not that Basil’s quiet about the relationship: “I never should have hired a Frenchman.” “He’s Greek!” “Well that’s even worse, they invented it.”)

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Additionally, keeping the reveal off-screen allows Polly, usually the quieter member of the ensemble as the straight woman to the hotel’s varying degrees of insanity, to take a more active role trying to get the truth across. Connie Booth’s quite terrific in trying to find the safest way to pass the news onto Basil, “He’s potted… the shrimps! He’s soused… the herrings! He’s pickled the onions and he’s smashed eggs in his cups… under the taaabllllle!” And then when she finally gets through to Basil, it’s a terrific moment where she repeatedly tells him to put a bottle down, and he refuses, and once the news comes out he demonstrates exactly why she wanted him to put it down.

The hotel staff tries a long list of things to keep the event going, but none of them do much to make the gourmet night seem like it’s fit for public society. After getting Andre to cook a duck for the guests, Basil’s forced to rewrite the entire menu to three options: duck with orange, duck with cherries, and duck surprise (without orange or cherries). The dishes they’re able to serve are  hilariously swapped by Manuel countless times, and when they finally come up complaints range from “This isn’t cooked!” to “There’s a hair in my mousse!” And then when Basil finally does get the duck into the kitchen, it turns into an last-minute disaster worthy of the Marx Brothers as he’s entrapped by the door, the duck hits the floor and Manuel’s foot, Basil hits the unconscious Kurt, and it’s back to square one.

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But Andre is an understanding sort, who’s perfectly willing to prepare a second duck for his friend, which Basil heads back to pick up. And once he gets there, he’s so relieved and distracted that he misses the most important detail—there are two covered trays on the countertop, and the one with the duck is the one whisked away by an unsuspecting waiter. The fact that he never even glances under it speaks to the mania that distinguishes this episode, and robs it of any chance the night could still end well.

But let’s leave that alone for a moment, because on the way back it’s time for Chekov’s engine light to go off. The car Basil was too cheap to get fixed finally dies on the side of the road, and all of his repair efforts for naught he’s reduced to screaming at an inanimate object, giving it to the count of three to start. What follows from that is simple catharsis, as he emerges from the vehicle screaming and yelping, resolving to give it a “damn good thrashing.” This moment is credited as one of Fawlty Towers’ most iconic, and it’s not hard to see why: every bit of frustration held toward Sybil, the hotel guests and even himself expressed in the impotent thrashes of a tree branch.

Basil then runs all the way back to the hotel (after I assume uprooting an entire tree and grinding the entire car into powder), where the staff has tried virtually everything to distract the guests: Manuel performs a flamenco, Polly sings show tunes, and Sybil’s found another vat of wine and is telling stories about her working-class uncle. The covered tray is then brought in with full ceremony, Basil’s heavy breathing now completely smoothed over, and he sharpens the knives in triumph and lifts the lid. In place of the duck? A large, well-decorated trifle. After the abuse of the car, this is a muted, wonderfully numb close to the episode: Basil doesn’t even have the energy to get angry again, all he can do is bewilderedly rummage into the trifle to see if maybe there’s a hidden inside.

And once again, the curtain falls before anything needs to be resolved, because really there’s nothing else to say at this moment other than “Duck’s off, sorry.”

Series 1, Episode 6: The Germans”
Original airdate: Oct. 24, 1975

Summary: With Sybil in the hospital with an ingrown toenail, a moose’s head to hang up and some German guests arriving the next day, Basil has his work cut out for him.

“Don’t mention the war.”

Ask any Fawlty Towers fan to mention the phrase that comes to their mind when they think of the show, and those four words are likely at the top of the list—possibly in contention with “He’s from Barcelona,” but that had the advantage of being a recurring catchphrase. “Don’t mention the war” is the centerpiece of “The Germans,” the first series finale of Fawlty Towers, an episode considered one of the show’s finest and also one of the funniest episodes of television in general—friend of the site Robert David Sullivan even named it #65 on his list of the top 100 sitcom episodes of all time.

So what makes “The Germans” stick out so much, even amongst the high caliber of episodes that we’ve seen? Simply put, this is the episode that presents us with Basil Fawlty unchained. In the last five episodes there have been plenty of points where Basil’s lost control of himself, pushed to ever-increasing outbursts and leaps of logic, but he’s still been restrained by the scalding words of Sybil and his exaggerated British sense of propriety. “The Germans” strips both of those controls away, and it exposes Basil’s true character or lack thereof, and transforms his usual inability to connect with people into high-functioning sociopathy.

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And true to form for Fawlty Towers, it’s not content to strip away that control right away; the episode builds to the collapse gradually. It opens with Sybil in the hospital, about to undergo a minor surgical procedure that will take her out of the hotel for three days, leaving Basil in charge of the hotel. Nominally at least, given that she spends most of Basil’s visit ordering him to retrieve various things from around the room and (shades of “A Touch Of Class”) lectures him about hanging up a moose head he picked up for the lobby. (His rationale for picking it: “A touch of style about it.” Sybil’s counterpoint: “A touch of mange about it.”) Her entire stint in the hospital serves not only to underline how little she trusts her husband, but also how pleased he is to be free from her iron grasp: the quiet moment of glee he has after the doctor tells him how much pain she’ll be in says worlds about how little affection there is between the two of them.

Though once Basil gets back to the hotel, he’s in no way free from her influence, as Sybil winds up calling him about every five or ten minutes to make sure he’s maintaining the hotel appropriately. And funnily enough? She’s right to do so, because he’s pretty bad at it. His efforts to hang up the moose head are continually thwarted by Manuel and Major Gowan walking past, an upcoming fire drill is continually botched by his efforts to distinguish between the burglar alarm and the fire alarm, and his inability to recognize that Manuel’s caught up in an actual fire at the time the alarm finally goes off. Watching such mishaps as the moose head clonking him, or the fire extinguisher exploding in his face—it would almost be tragic, if the show hadn’t spent the last few episodes making him entirely irredeemable. The play-by-play Polly passes on to Sybil regarding Basil and the moose head: “It’s up! No it’s down again. No, he just fell over Manuel and seems to have gotten stuck under a chair… Now the flowers fell on him. No, everything else is fine.”

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The absence of Sybil also lets one of the show’s bit players move to the forefront, as Major Gowan ensnares Basil in conversation. Up to this point Ballard Berkeley’s been operating on the fringes of the hotel, adding a few senile old man moments by wondering if the papers have arrived and deciding that yes, now is a good time for an aperitif. In his most extensive scene to date, he goes off on a tangent about a woman he met who still has his wallet, repeatedly mishearing things Basil says and uncomprehending of exactly where Sybil is. It’s oddly charming in its presentation: Yes, there’s plenty of racist and sexist things he says, but he’s been established as so old and befuddled it’s no easier to get upset at him than it is an elderly relative who’s gotten into the brandy at Thanksgiving dinner, as when the subject of some visiting foreigners comes up:

Major Gowan: “Well you’ve got to love them I suppose.”

Basil: “Germans?”

Major Gowan: “No, women. I hate Germans!”

Polly: “What about German women?”

Major Gowan: “Good card players!”

And if you’re bothered by it, any hard feelings you may have towards the character are dispelled by the misunderstanding rendered when he returns from the bar to see the moose head sitting on the desk, and Manuel practicing his English conveniently behind said desk. He’s the only member of the ensemble who could be so perplexed in that instance, and the expression of terror is pretty terrific.

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Major Gowan might be the most confused resident of the hotel (Manuel pulling a close second) but soon Basil surpasses them all, as the continual efforts to hang the moose head are so botched it gives him one too many cracks to the head and sends him to the hospital with a concussion. Sybil, now the one visiting him, lashes Basil yet again for his failures to run the hotel, but his mind seems elsewhere—as is evidenced when the nurse comes in and the first thing he can say is “My God, you’re ugly.” It definitely seems like something’s wrong but he has no recognition of that fact, deciding he needs to get back to the hotel. If possible, he’s even more useless on the return: he seems to think that Manuel is actually Sybil, offers such malapropisms as “Idle hands get in the way of the devil’s work,” and greets the party of foreign guests: “German? I’m sorry I thought there was something wrong with you!”

“Gourmet Night” was an episode where everything that could go wrong does, and “The Germans” is an episode where everything that can be said wrong is said. Basil’s obsequious nature has turned into a pathological desire not to offend, and in his efforts to do so he digs an even deeper hole with every word. He insists to every member of the hotel staff not to mention the war, but there’s nothing else he can mention, making it worse and worse every time it comes up. But it’s all right, because there’s a strategy to make it better, an impression Basil thinks will get the best results.

Really, this is a scene that’s so caustically funny there’s no way to put it into words, so I’m just going to leave this here for you:

Politically incorrect doesn’t even begin to describe it: this is the absolute nadir of Basil’s inability to relate to other people, a masterfully done misinterpretation of events that David Brent or Michael Scott couldn’t even come close to. It’s even worse off because there’s no malicious intent here; this is just Basil completely and totally incapable of realizing what he’s saying and how his comments are interpreted. Adding insult to injury, he’s taking offense that what he perceives as his hard-fought efforts to smooth things over aren’t appreciated: “I’m trying to cheer her up, you stupid Kraut!”

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From there, it all ends in tears and chaos, as of course it had to. The doctors come to take Basil away and he manages to give them the slip, collides with Manuel and sends the moose crashing onto his head yet again, and the major walks by at just the right time to see Manuel (now sporting the moose’s head over his own) and cast the blame for the whole incident on him: “You naughty moose!” At such a spectacle, the German guests completely lose any offense at mentioning the war and simply look pityingly on the the remnants of the empire that beat them. And really, by the end of this series, for everything he’s said and done, being pitied is the only thing Basil can reasonably hope for.

Les Chappell is one of the founders of This Was Television, a freelance writer for The A.V. Club’s TV Club and  founder of the television blog A Helpless Compiler and the literature blog The Lesser of Two Equals. You can follow him on Twitter @lesismore9o9.

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