This review may as well act as a placeholder for the vast majority of British comedy, but we often mistake sanctimony and dull punchlines for 'sophisticated' humour. Comedy does not exist for us Brits to critically examine individual psychologies, institutions (even if it may trick you into thinking it is) or dare I say it, to actually make you laugh. Instead it is an exercise in exceptionalism which we impose upon our own people, and in recent times, export to the rest of the world as a kind of post-colonial 'gift' to the world's unwashed. Never mind the fact that the Americans long surpassed our feeble notion of comedy (who in their right mind would suggest Chaplin or even Keaton were overshadowed by the unfathomable comedic genius of Stan Laurel?). It should come as a surprise to no one on the planet that Palin has devoted his post-Python career to Empire apologia disguised as somnambulist travel TV nor should Cleese's pretensions of being a genuinely maverick and 'offensive' figure rather than the melting old bat he actually is. This legacy is simply an extension of the essential nature of British comedy. I will gladly take a number of Sandler's films over the so-called 'monoliths of British comedy'