I really like the silly HBO show The Flight of The Conchords. It’s about how slack and ambition combine in the unlikely pairing of wannabee soulmen Bret and Jemaine. In the storyline they move to New York and get nowhere yet, evidently, their muse can’t help herself. The droll folk-soul they create and drop into verite videos litters the show and subverts the sit-com conventions. The series itself caps off four years of pomo foolery since the Conchords have a real comedic career launched first in the duo’s native New Zealand and boosted by the BBC.