Had this idea a while ago. Basically a Matt Berry vehicle, his own comedy show with sketches and chat from real guests. I imagined it set in a swanky bachelor pad with a live studio audience, the conceit being that Matt is actually agorophobic and never leaves his flat, and the audience are all his love-prisoners.
There's not much script to go on but what do you think? Does it work in your head? Can you hear Matt's voice? Is it funny? Does anyone know Matt Berry?
SCENE 1. INT. MATT'S LOUNGE. NIGHT.
MATT IS PLAYING SOFT, ROMANTIC JAZZ MUSIC ON A GRAND PIANO IN THE LOUNGE. HE'S WEARING A WHITE SUIT. A MIRROR BALL SLOWLY ROTATES, CASTING ROMANTIC TWINKLY LIGHTS ABOUT THE ROOM.
MATT:
(CONTINUING PLAYING PIANO) Hi. I'm Matt Berry, and welcome to my humble home. Mi casa, es su casa. biene venue å ma maison, wilkommen zu meinem haus. (CONVINCING SWAHILI DIALECT, PUNCTUATED WITH AUTHENTIC THROAT-POPPING NOISES) Umbwele a kway nzeembo mbala kok. Tonight, I'm in the mood for love, ladies and gentlemen.
THE AUDIENCE REACTS WITH A "WOO!"
MATT:
The kind of mad, dizzying love that makes you want to run out into the night, scream at the moon and kill prostitutes. We've all been there.
Sadly there'll be no whore-culling tonight, though. I'm agorophobic, you see. But I met a lady on the interweb and she's coming over…(RAISES AN EYEBROW CADDISHLY)…tonight. Time for me to get ready. Ready for love.
HE STANDS UP, AND THE PIANO KEEPS PLAYING AUTOMATICALLY. HE PRESSES A BUTTON AND IT STOPS. HE LOOKS FAINTLY EMBARRASSED.
MATT:
I could've played that if I wanted to. F**k off, I could. Right…let's get sexy.
HE WALKS THROUGH TO THE BATHROOM AND OPENS THE BATHROOM CABINET. INSIDE THERE'S NO WALL, JUST A BAR AND A BLACK SEVENTIES BARMAN (LARRY) WITH A BIG AFFRO AND A SPANGLY SHIRT WITH HUGELY IMPRESSIVE COLLARS.
MATT:
Word up Larry, what it is, mofo. I be lookin' for some aftershizzle to impress my bitch, dig?
LARRY:
I do wish you wouldn't talk to me like that Matt. It's hurtful enough you make me wear these stupid seventies pimp clothes without trying to perpetuate an ancient, borderline racist stereotype that frankly the world's a better place without.
MATT:
Right, sorry. I'd like some aftershave please.
LARRY:
That's better. It's happy hour on Hai Karate.
MATT:
No way Jose. That firewater's too hot for me. No, tonight I need something subtle. Something that'll work on a lady's sensibilities on an almost supernatural level. I'm talking amour in a bottle, if you know what I'm jiving...sorry...talking about.
LARRY TAKES A LARGE BOTTLE FROM BEHIND THE COUNTER AND PUTS IT ON THE COUNTER. THE LABEL READS "L'EAU DE CHEVAL".
MATT:
L'eau De Cheval, huh? Translation?
LARRY:
Horse piss.
MATT:
Horse piss?
LARRY:
Uh-huh. Obviously it's not a hundred percent horse piss.
MATT:
No. That'd be disgusting.
MATT TAKES A SNIFF AND RECOILS.
MATT:
That's some strong funk my bro. Got anything else?
LARRY PUTS ANOTHER BOTTLE ON THE BAR. IT'S GOT A PICTURE OF A DOG HAVING A SHIT ON THE LABEL.
MATT:
I'll take the horsey one.
CHEESEY SEVENTIES-STYLE MUSIC STARTS AS MATT POPS HIS SHIRT BUTTONS, PICKS UP THE BOTTLE AND SPINS THE TOP OFF IT. MATT BEGINS SPLASHING IT ALL OVER AS THE MUSIC PLAYS, RUBBING IT ON HIS FACE, CHEST, UNDER HIS ARMPITS, BALLS...YOU GET THE PICTURE.
LYRICS:
All the world loves a lover
And this man is here to love...
(GOES INTO 'MANDOM' STYLE COMMERCIAL...)