So, to recap: twelve episodes. Six in 1975, six in 1979. No more, no less. It’s the comedic equivalent of a single, perfect omelette. You want more, but you know you’ll just screw it up if you try to order a second.
In a world of 22-episode seasons and filler episodes about alien invasions, Fawlty Towers stands as a glorious, sweaty, plate-throwing monument to quality over quantity. Basil would probably remind you that “it’s not the size of the episode list, it’s the volume of the shouting.” And he’d be right. Now go watch “The Kipper and the Corpse” again. You know you want to.
