[Strangler Lewis]

Two types of humor I'm not much on:

1) the Chaplainy/Monsieur Huloty gentle soul moving through wry situations;
2) the Ryan Reynolds genre--Waiting, Van Wilder--where someone is admired for being the biggest asshole possible.

But you can make an endless loop for me of the concussed Basil Fawlty with his finger on his upper lip goosestepping around the German tourists, and I'd be a happy man.