Pierre-Auguste Renoir’s Luncheon of the Boating Party (1881)

Pierre-Auguste Renoir’s Le déjeuner des canotiers (Luncheon of the Boating Party) wowed the critics at the Seventh Impressionist Exhibition in 1882 and remains one of the greats of Impressionism. It depicts a convivial bunch of diners enjoying a summertime meal alfresco at the Maison Fournaise, overlooking the Seine on the Île de Chatou, just west of Paris. This is the heart of Impressionist leisure land, and to this day the restaurant exists, on what is now dubbed L’île des Impressionnistes.

The diners are all friends or colleagues of Renoir. In the foreground, seated lower-right, is his fellow artist Gustave Caillebotte, who is gazing at Renoir’s future wife, seamstress Aline Charigot, sitting opposite and cooing at her dog. Next to Caillebotte is actress Angèle Legault and, standing above her, Italian journalist Adrien Maggiolo. At the back, wearing a top hat, art historian and collector Charles Ephrussi speaks with poet and critic, Jules Laforgue.

Leaning against the railing are Louise-Alphonsine Fournaise, the daughter of the restaurant’s proprietor, and her brother, Alphonse Fournaise Jr, who handled the boat rentals. Rowing was the main attraction at Chatou, and Renoir’s diners wear the straw hats and blue dresses that were the fashionable boating attire of middle-class Parisian daytrippers.

Renoir spent months making numerous changes to his canvas, painting the individual figures when his models were available (there is correspondence from Renoir moaning about models failing to turn up). Nonetheless, Renoir captures the freshness of his vision splendidly, and we can allow ourselves to be fooled that he has spontaneously captured a moment in time. It is a vibrant work of art celebrating good company and good dining, and it certainly gives us the impression of a very pleasant and carefree afternoon.

Details of the party-goers

 

Fry and Laurie’s “John and Peter” sketch (1990)

Many a comedy double act or group cut its teeth as members of the Cambridge Footlights, the amateur theatrical club run by students of Cambridge University (and which has been going since 1883) – Beyond the Fringe, Monty Python, the Goodies, and a surprising number of media personalities active on our television screens today. One pair of former Footlighters pursue their careers individually these days but for a long time throughout the 1980s and 90s their obvious comedic chemistry was exploited to great effect as a double act. I’m talking about Stephen Fry and Hugh Laurie, who collaborated in such programmes as the Black Adder series, Jeeves and Wooster, and four series of A Bit of Fry and Laurie.

A Bit of Fry and Laurie was a sketch show cast for a post-Alternative comedy audience, in which elaborate wordplay and innuendo were staples of its material. Both performers brought great characterisation to the sketches, and were equally funny, though Fry’s well-known intellectual heft was clearly present throughout the series.

My favourites of the series’ characters were John (Fry) and Peter (Laurie), who are high-powered, hard-drinking business execs, engaged in backs-to-the-wall, boardroom hard talk, the joke being that their location, unlike London or New York, is completely nondescript (Uttoxeter) and their business distinctly underwhelming (a health club). The characters are of course a parody of hard-driving businessmen of the time, drawing inspiration from such boardroom soap operas as Man at the Top and Howards’ Way, in which characters’ bombast is delivered with such complete seriousness, and as if the fate of the free world depended on it, about matters that the viewers know are of no real consequence.

John and Peter’s loud catchphrase was “Damn!” and several increasingly ridiculous variations on this theme (“Three pints of Damn and a chaser of Hell-blast!”), as they uncover some new business-critical twist or plot engineered by arch-rival Marjorie, John’s ex-wife. This marvellous premise is summed up thus:

“Dammit John, I’m talking about the big idea. The dream that you and I shared. The dream of a health club that would put Uttoxeter on the goddamned map once and for all”

Incidentally, Uttoxeter is in Staffordshire…