You don’t expect to cry at The Basil Brush Show. You expect chaos, catchphrases, and cartoon sound effects — not feelings. But then along came “Wedded Blitz.”
At first, it’s pure Basil: weddings gone wrong, silly costumes, and jokes flying faster than confetti. I was ready to laugh, maybe cringe a bit at the 00s humour… and then somehow, in between the mayhem, it got me.
There was this tiny beat — a rare pause in all the noise — where Basil looked genuinely sad. You could almost see the loneliness under the laughter. And it hit me that even behind all the “Boom! Boom!”s, there was a heart that just wanted love and belonging.
That’s why it stuck. When you grow up feeling a bit different, you recognise that ache in other characters too — even a puppet fox in a waistcoat.
So yes. I cried at Basil Brush. Not out of sadness, exactly, but out of love for what that show represented: joy, safety, silliness… and those surprising flashes of depth that made it more than a kids’ comedy.
“Wedded Blitz” reminded me that sometimes the silliest shows speak the softest truths. And that’s the magic of nostalgia — it sneaks up on you when you least expect it, tail and all. 🦊💖
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