British Import: Bless Me, Father
In the first installment of our Anglophile-obsessed series, we’re paging through a Catholic comedy infused with dry, English wit.
It’s time to face facts: Your love of all-things-British has reached an unhealthy level of obsession. Not sure you have anything to worry about yet? See if these scenarios ring any bells:
Benedict Cumberbatch stars in all your favorite movies – as well as your dreams.
Last weekend was dedicated to watching all five seasons of Downton Abbey in less than 48 hours (an impressive feat).
Your collection of Harry Potter novels is well worn and dog-eared. But, of course, that’s why you keep an unwrapped boxed set in your closet: It’ll be worth money someday.
Now it’s our turn to confess: We’re obsessed, too.
We’ve watched Doctor Who and the British (ahem, original) version of The Office, read everything Jane Austen ever wrote, and re-watched Monty Python uncountable times because it’s basically the best thing that’s ever happened to comedy.
The only problem: We’re constantly searching for more. So we decided to dedicate our lives – or at least one article a month – to helping other Anglophiles discover something new and exciting from the United Kingdom a.k.a. The Motherland.
Whether it’s an under-appreciated novel or a T.V. series that never made it across the pond, we want to tell you about it. So here it is, the first installment in our British Import series.
Bless Me, Father
Awkward luncheons, custard, uptight priests, and dazzlingly British witticisms abound in the first installation.
The story follows two eccentric Catholic priests —young, naïve Father Neil and calculating Father Duddleswell — and their witty housekeeper Mrs. Pring through a series of inane incidents that range from rogue christenings to a ceremonial vacuum burial.
You’ll laugh; you’ll cry; you’ll feel a strange desire to go to confession. But that’s just part of the fun.