The 1990-1993 TV show of Jeeves and Wooster is widely considered to be the best adaptation of P.G. Wodehouse’s original stories to date. It’s also a highly-regarded show on its own right, apart from its status as an adaptation – and with a great script, highly talented actors, the budget for plenty of gorgeous period-accurate 1930s cars and clothing and estates, and full of wonderfully understated and quintessentially British humor, it’s not hard to see why.
Much of the charm and humor of the show arises from the relationship between the eponymous Bertie Wooster and Jeeves, man-about-town and his gentleman’s personal gentleman. While Bertie is un-encumbered with ambition, good-hearted, and not overly-gifted in the brains department, Jeeves is supremely intelligent, unflappable, on top of every situation, yet always outwardly the soul of respectfulness to his employer. The verbal humor in their exchanges together, and the juxtaposition between Bertie’s mode of expression and Jeeves’s, is truly priceless.
“You heard of him [Cyril Bassington-Bassington], Jeeves?”
“I am familiar with the name Bassington-Bassington, sir. There are the Shropshire Bassington-Bassingtons, the Hampshire Bassington-Bassingtons, and, of course, the Kent Bassington-Bassingtons.”
“Ah, so the world’s pretty well stocked-up on Bassington-Bassingtons, then.”
“Tolerably so, sir.”
“No chance of a sudden shortage, I mean, what?”
“Presumably not, sir.”
The third series is often referred to as the point where the show begins to go downhill. While it is true that the episodes begin to become a little more uneven and less uniformly exceptional in this series, to discount the third and fourth series altogether would be to discount some of the best episodes in the show. “Introduction on Broadway,” the third episode of the third series, is one of my personal favorites. I can think of only two complaints against this episode – one is that the accents of the American characters do sound a little fake, and the other is that a certain part of the climax verges a little too much into slapstick for my taste. But those are only minor quibbles with an otherwise excellent episode.
As the episode starts, we see Bertie’s Aunt Agatha, a very forceful personality and one of the main terrors of easy-going Bertie’s existence, packing off young Cyril Bassington-Bassington to stay with Bertie in America (where Bertie is temporarily staying). Cyril is obsessed with the theater, and Aunt Agatha, a good friend of Cyril’s mother, is shocked at this scandalous preoccupation and thinks it best to get him away from the theatrical circles in London. She explains this, and explains that he must be kept away from the theater in America, in the letter of introduction which she gives Cyril to give to Bertie…
…and which Cyril promptly tears up and throws out of the window once on board the steamer.
Meanwhile, Bertie has other issues to attend to in New York. Bertie’s struggling artist friend Corky has come to him for help; Corky has become engaged to charming chorus-girl Muriel Singer, and is trying to find a way to break the news of his engagement to his formidable uncle Alexander Worple, whose allowance Corky depends on. Corky knows that his uncle will not be pleased that he got engaged without his consent, and if Worple decides to break off his financial support, Corky will be forced to give up his (not very profitable) art and enter his uncle’s jute business. And, as Corky defiantly says, “Better death than the jute business.”
After Bertie verifies with Jeeves what jute is (beyond knowing that “it’s something the populace at large is pretty keen on, because Corky’s uncle has made a hefty stack out of it,” Bertie is a little foggy on the details), he goes to meet Worple and attempt to get into his good graces by posing as a fellow jute businessman. He hopes to then be in the position to put in a good word for Corky and Muriel.
This attempt is unsuccessful, and with Jeeves’s help, Plan B is formulated: knowing Worple’s passion for ornithology, a children’s book of birds is to be published under Muriel’s name (though ghost-written by Jeeves, as Muriel couldn’t write a book to save her life), much of the content of which is to be “given over to eulogistic remarks” of Alexander Worple’s books, American Birds and More American Birds. Then, once this has made Worple thoroughly charmed with Muriel, Corky can pretend to “meet” her for the first time and ask his uncle’s permission to marry her.
In the meantime, Cyril Bassington-Bassington arrives in New York and promptly gets arrested, needing to be bailed out by Bertie. He tells Bertie that what he really wants to do in New York is to see lots of shows, which, of course, although Bertie is unaware of it (obviously, Cyril does not tell him), is exactly what Aunt Agatha wanted to prevent.
Cyril (who is simultaneously irritating and almost endearing in his self-importance and dweebiness and starry-eyedness), is overjoyed to land a one-line role in a play of Bertie’s friend George Caffyn…a plot development which produces one of my favorite interchanges in the episode, between Cyril and Bertie:
“I’ve got to relax before I go on! I’ve got to get into character, explore the core of the part.”
“You’ve only got one line.”
“It’s a crucial one, Bertie. I hope I’m not going to be one of those actors who COUNTS their lines!”
Bertie goes along to keep an eye on Cyril as the show tours the United States, and finally returns months later, thoroughly sick of the show and sporting a mustache that does not at all meet with Jeeves’s approval.
Back in New York, Bertie finds that in his long absence the plan of Muriel endearing herself to Corky’s uncle worked so well that Muriel married the uncle, and Corky has now been commissioned to paint a portrait of their new baby. A new problem arises when poor embittered Corky makes his painting of the baby look absolutely horrific – certain to make Worple feel highly insulted, cut off Corky’s allowance, and force him into the dreaded jute business.
At the same time, Aunt Agatha has come to New York in person, and Bertie finally finds out that he was supposed to be keeping Cyril away from the theater all this time. Knowing that Aunt Agatha will automatically blame Bertie if she finds out what has happened, Bertie and Jeeves have to frantically try to prevent Cyril from performing in the show again…as Aunt Agatha plans on attending its first performance on Broadway.
From here everything escalates into more and more Wodehousian chaos. Without spoilers, I may say that while Bertie does not really escape Aunt Agatha’s wrath, nor is blame really distributed very fairly, the episode leaves everybody fairly contented – thanks, as usual, at least in part to Jeeves’s pulling some strings. (It is true that Corky doesn’t “get the girl,” but considering how willing she was to drop him for his rich uncle at a moment’s notice, I think it’s safe to say that it was no great loss.)
And as a perfect ending to the episode: continually throughout the episode we keep hearing about Corky’s painting of the Worple baby and just how horrendous it is (after Corky proudly tells Bertie that he’s painted the soul of the subject, Bertie dubiously replies, “Surely a child of that age wouldn’t have had time to get a soul like that”), but we never get a glimpse of it. Finally, in the very last shot, we get to see it in all its glory. And trust me, it’s worth it.
(You can watch the episode in HD quality for free on Youtube, by the way. Right here.)
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I have always loved Jeeves and Wooster, and I always thought it was the best adaptation of P. G. Wodehouse’s works. I do agree that the show declined a bit in quality in its third season, but, as you say, it was still capable of producing great episodes. I love “Introduction on Broadway” and I still find it amusing that Agatha wanted to send Cyril to New York City to get him away from the theatre. That impresses me as a bit like sending someone away from Las Vegas to Reno to keep them away from casinos! Anyway, it is a fine episode and a very funny one as well. You did a great write-up on it! Thank you for contributing to the blogathon!
I agree, I think Jeeves and Wooster is the best Wodehouse adaptation…I had heard good things about the ’90s version of Heavy Weather with Peter O’Toole, but I don’t think it captured the Wodehousian feel anywhere near as well. I love Wodehouse’s little ironies…for instance, also notice the fact that Aunt Agatha is sending Cyril to the perpetually and happily unemployed Bertie to find “a good steady job”!
Thank you; I was very happy to get to participate!
Email notifications are very handy things. Also titles. And wouldn’t you know it, you publish a post on probably the last author I expected…. So I am being frivolous and scribbling away here! Pretending to be quite recovered for one moment. (Okay, so maybe not just one) On account of P.G. Wodehouse.
Okay, HOW DID YOU KNOW???
I tell you, he is popping out of the woodwork at me these past weeks, and before them I had never heard of him in my life😆 (Listened to several of his books whilst playing at being a Developing Photograph In A Dark Room)
But seriously…. What ARE the chances????
Yes, tis I, Emily…. Having ducked the doctors orders (just kidding, all I did was royally astonish him n mostly recover with incredible speed—I credit the prayers. Thankyou millions for yours, btw🤗🤗) and being out for a stroll in the fresh air. Ahhh, dear keyboard, how I have missed you….
The problem is though, now I desperately wish to watch said movie, and I shall have to content myself with imparting the knowledge of its existence to equally intriguable (is that a word?) parties…. And listen to it audiobook style my own self whilst they make use of the information😆 But even so, I’m suddenly ridiculously excited to “watch” this…. The portrait of the poor and surely mostly innocent infant only adding sprinkles to the top of the stack. (Why is that? Seriously, the poor thing🤣😳) Call me crazy, but the more spoilers I have on something, the more I look forward to it😜
And I am rambling. Bad habit, ‘specially now.
Gotta go. Must dash. Ought not to have tarried so long…. But oh, was it grand while it lasted😆
Have I ever told you how much fun these are??!
Emily!! *tackle-hugs* I am very glad to see you, but I must also play the Elinor and implore you not look at screens longer than wisdom dictates! (I am most glad to hear of your doctor-shocking-ly-mostly recovery, and of course I will continue praying <3)
Heh, isn't it funny how authors do that sometimes? They're not on your radar at all, and then they're suddenly everywhere...practically breathing down your neck. How are you liking P.G.? Isn't he marvelous?
Aw, well, I do hope you enjoy "watching" it!! When you and computer screens are on better terms you must send me an email or something with all your thoughts on it, because I would love to hear them! (Goodness, I am sounding bossy in this comment...you are not really obligated to tell me your thoughts, heh. Only if you feel the urge.)
Lizzie!!!! *Hugs right back*
Aye, and your wisdom is far-reaching, my very dear Elinor…. Certainly much past regency England😜 (which somehow reminds me of an author you must be introduced to post haste…. And enjoy her on my behalf if you possibly can, because I miss books woefully😩 Katherine Reay….)
Good grief. How’s that for off track whilst trying to behave???? Anyways….
Dinna ye fash, Marianne is rapidly discovering just what all is and what is not proper decorum in the Society of Well Kept Eyes😜 The rules of conduct ARE a bit to take in, but while she doth despair on occasion, really she is so grateful to be walking about in the light of day like any ordinary person…. That she behaves quite nicely once out of reach of the temptation of scribbles (;
Ahhh, but yeah indeed!! Although I’ve mainly only heard his books involving one very spoiled and singularly unbefriendable Ogden Ford, and the misadventures that invariably come from associating with him even slightly…. Much less when you are trying to keep him from being kidnapped….. something to the tune of being routinely shot at and accused of criminal action, so I understand.
In fact, I believe the only problem I had was wishing I could go over some things with the white-out bottle…. Could so easily have been written without it, and that always bugs me.
Ohhhh, but this is my favourite kind of command (; There are exactly two things that make “audio experiences” even more interesting, (regular movies too😜) and that is plenty of spoilers first, and discussions afterwards!
I’m the kind of person who thoroughly enjoys a good book argument, y’see 😉
Anddddddd that is going above and beyond and once more I I have gotten caught up in the flow of words…
Ach, I must go😳 Posthaste and thitherfore and at once’t! (S’cuse the unintentional accents popping out all over the place) Obviously my fingers miss keyboard contact….
Thankyou ever so kindly for putting up with these overflows, you’re a gem😆🤗
I have heard of Katherine Reay, but never read her…she wrote Dear Mr. Knightley and books of that sort, right? (Or am I thinking of the wrong person altogether? :P) Well, if you recommend her so strongly, perhaps I shall have to slip her onto my TBR 😉
Well, I am glad that the Society of Well Kept Eyes is not treating my Marianne too very badly…it had better continue to do so, or I shall have to have Words with it.
Oh my, a P.G. Wodehouse character I’ve never even heard of? This is unthinkable. (It sounds like he is less likable than the average Wodehouse hero, however…perhaps it’s no great loss.) As you may have noticed, I have a particular fondness for the J&W stories, though what I have read of his Blandings Castle series is quite enjoyable as well…and if you’re looking for a stand-alone, I must recommend Laughing Gas (since you like spoilers, I will say that it involves an endearing, daft English earl and a spoiled, unlikable Hollywood child-star accidentally switching bodies while simultaneously under laughing gas (don’t ask about the logistics of that, one just accepts it), and much chaos ensuing from that. A bit of a different PG story, but a grand one).
Ah yes, there is some good ol’ British Language/the occasional comment I could do without in Wodehouse…though I do think that there’s a lot less of that in Wodehouse than many other books, especially more recent ones (and very old ones, actually…pre-Victorian literature can really get pretty yikes-ish at times). (The Language is present in the J&W show as well, by-the-by, though I find that the show has much less of the occasional comments I could do without.)
In any case, it looks like I am now in the position of apologizing for overflows, so I’d better stop the tide while I can! As you can see, I am quite fond of a good book discussion myself 😉
And so, after an unconscionable absence…. I have returned to pick up exactly as if there hadn’t been one😜 My apologies for the lateness of the hour, I fear it is quite improper…. Also kindly pardon my keyboard, it wishes to play Victorian all of a sudden. Very inconsistent of it. It has these whims sometimes, you may have noticed?
I warn you… I peeked below, this one is of truly alarming length, and you need only reply if you truly wish too😜 it’s half flood, other half thorough nonsense.
I love her knack of weaving Austen and Brontë (and sundry other bits of literature) into Today Stories…. And she mayyyy be one of my Practically Favourite authors (; Also they stand up quite beautifully to rereadings, which is always an awfully good sign…. When a book leaves you wanting to start it over the minute you finish!
Let me know what you think if ever you introduce yourself to her?
It must have taken note and considered itself Told, because it has indeed been very good to me of late😜 In fact, the doctor gave me…. A clean bill of health😯 Can you say blessed much??
Oh, he’s not the hero😆 The kidnappers of him are generally the heroes…. Doing it out of love for their ladies, you know, and also because he really is singularly unpleasant. Mostly for good-ish causes…. Although there were two of the conventional and greedy variety too (;
Oh boy😆 I can see this exploding again…. Do take cover, I cannot promise a rapid recovery!
Laughing Gas, oh my goodness🤣 I…. Am somewhat at a loss for words, a condition that generally only affects me in The Outside World😆 Only in the world of PG Wodehouse….
Goodness, I shudder to think how many miles it is to Babylon…. I mean, how many are left after this, even taking into consideration an honest attempt at brevity…. Perhaps I shall have to resurrect my own blog and leave off barraging this post😜 Though I make no promises as to other posts that have since come along, those are not safe a bit….
Oh, but what a smashing (Smashing. One just doesn’t get to say that word often enough, and that is a plain fact)
time I have had barraging you, though😜
This is ONE time in which Marianne must properly thank Elinor for all she does…. Black pointers and red coats playing distraction or no…. This once she shall be in order (;
🤗And so I thank you, kindest Elinor…. You have no idea what a balm these rambles were amid my drought of Scribbles, were they advisable or not😆
And now…. *makes a flying dash for the door* Toodle Pip and Cheerio!
The floodwaters rise most alarming and hasten after her in an equally determined dash, thinking to sweep her back in and talk her into increasing them yet further, (exactly what she seeks to avoid, thus the sudden sprint) but are stopped short just as the door swings shut, saving the day…. She shall not be caught, and the house may, after all, be saved from floating away.
Or it may not. It looks like it may be swept from its bearings😆
It has, after all, just been beset upon by an Emi😳🤣😬
Goodness, I do hope you keep lifesavers under the kitchen sink….
Hehehe. I do not mind your overflows at all, but I do find it funny how very long it looks, especially the way WordPress indents replies and everything…looks like one of those modern art pieces where everything is all thin and stretched-out ;P
Well, Dear Mr. Knightley is now on my TRB, so I will let you know!
Oh, that is wonderful to hear indeed!! Congratulations on graduating the Society *hugs Marianne*
Heh, now that sounds like the P.G. Wodehouse I know and love…kidnapping small children for good causes and to win fair ladies’ hands and all that. (That does happen once in the Jeeves-and-Wooster universe, too…P.G. (or Plum, as I hear tell his friends called him) wasn’t afraid to recycle his plots every once in awhile.)
Oh, I would love to see your blog resurrected! But feel free to barrage mine as often as you like too; comments are half the fun of blogging, you know 😉
Tinkerty-tonk!
(But of course. Lifesavers under the sink are an essential of good housekeeping…one must always be prepared ;))
Yiiiiiiiiikes okay that is about—14 times longer than expected. Sorry🤣🤣 I guess I exploded…. Oh boy. Emi, thou shalt not. A repeat occurrence in the coming days this probably shall not be, (if I remember) on account of a touch-n-go relationship with screens…. But boy did that feel good anyways!
Heh, I am glad that your explosion was refreshing! There is no need to apologize on my account, as I love long comments, and long comments on Wodehouse and J&W especially (but again, of course I will completely understand if you are more scarce in the blogosphere in the ensuing weeks <3).
A lovely post! You have inspired me to take a Closer Look at these hilarious-seeming bits of British humour. Thank you!
Thank you! If you like British humor or witty verbal humor (with a dash of charmingly clueless characters), then I would strongly advise that you do give this a Closer Look 😉
Then that I shall 😀
Lovely! I would love to hear your Thoughts once you have 😀
I just adore P.G. Wodehouse’s books, but haven’t seen the show! I will have to remedy this situation, because this looks fantastic. I have to giggle about the reference to Ronald Colman’s mustache! Haha!
You should indeed remedy the situation ASAP! J&W is one of the few adaptations that I love just as much as the original books…not every episode is flawless, of course (which I think is true of any show), but you can tell that those involved really appreciated the original source material, and a lot of the acting is fantastic (particularly from our heroes themselves, but a lot of the other actors are great as well!). Heh, there are so many great quotes from this episode – I think they do such a good job of making the dialogue which isn’t straight from Wodehouse still be Wodehousian.