Having watched dozens of travelogues about America, I can only say that this one has a pretty mean edge. Sure, everyone likes to see obscure places that are not the subject of the local tourism ads. No one wants to watch Disney-style travel shows. Even his visits to Angola prison, covering a burn-out homeless "hotel" in the ghetto, and showing off the best of Minnesota in January could be forgiven on this account. However, many of his social comments are intentional, thinly-veiled nasty digs, and they ruin what could otherwise be a top show in this genre.It was very hard to watch him make fun of the interesting, warm-hearted people who invited him into their missile silo. That part would have been excellent if he had simply resisted the urge to throw in his hideous final comments. Watching the cheese farm segment was truly excruciating. Here's an interesting subject that was ruined by Fry's diatribe, as he repeatedly expressed his disgust for American-made cheese while his shocked cheese-making hostess wondered how a Brit could could ever get that flipping rude.

I get the feeling I'm supposed to know who this Stephen Fry guy is. But to me he's just some pudgy English fellow who somehow managed to land this gig driving around the U.S. from state to state, pausing long enough in each to deliver some remarkably unremarkable observations about American life. His "uber-smart charm" is touted on the DVD package, but comments like "Americans often identify a place by its being east or west of the Mississippi River" strike me as pretty banal, and when he expresses amazement (in Wisconsin) that a water bottle left out overnight in sub-zero temperatures is frozen hard by morning, that seems downright dumb.Some of the things he omits to mention are pretty startling too. When he passes through Clarksdale, Mississippi, he waxes rhapsodic about the astonishing number of great blues musicians who hailed from there— and neglects to name a single one of them. (Wikipedia says that John Lee Hooker, Earl Hooker, Son House, Sam Cooke, Junior Parker, and Ike Turner were born there; W.C. Handy, Robert Johnson, Muddy Waters, and Howlin' Wolf all either lived or worked there at some time in their lives; and Bessie Smith died there.) No state escapes without some shallow, superficial commentary.Not only is Fry superficial, he's supercilious as well, dismissing the great majority of what he encounters with a superior air and an endless stream of subtle and not-so-subtle put-downs. In New Orleans at Mardi Gras, while everyone around him is partying like mad and having a blast, he remarks that "fun" is a word that "makes me shiver with revulsion." In another state, when a couple who have invited him into their home give him an impromptu homemade serenade with a guitar and a recorder, he says (out of their hearing, of course) that it is the type of event that "makes my blood run cold." If those are examples of his charm, I'd hate to see him when he's being an obnoxious twit.All in all: Fry goes some interesting places, sees some interesting scenery, meets some interesting people, does some interesting things, and makes a lot of uninteresting remarks about all of it.

The series follows Stephen Fry as he drives a black London taxicab in every state of the US. (He does leave it in Seattle as he goes to Alaska and Hawaii.) That's the hook. It's not really an in-depth travelogue. Many states get the rushed treatment. Mostly, he picks 1 or 2 people or groups to interview every state. Sometimes they're famous, sometimes they're homeless, but mostly they represent something that Stephen want to highlight from the states.I like Stephen Fry. I'm not a huge fan, but I've seen him in many different things and he's good in all of them. He's got a big presence and not just in girth. My biggest complaint is that he complains about too many things. Sometimes, he's not discovering America as much as he's making a social commentary about America. Nevertheless, there's a lot of good slice of life and some truly funny moments.

'Stephen Fry in America' could be regarded as a modern version of Fanny Trollope's 'Domestic Manners of the Americans'. It looks like a pleasant travelogue conducted by a witty and urbane Englishman and superficially it is. However Mr Fry skewers Americans as only a cultured Englishman can. Behind superb photography and a disarming manner we see how ghastly much of middle USA is. It was filmed when the weather was at its worst, doubtless deliberately. Drizzle, driving rain, and muddy roads combined with small-town USA create a dispiriting, even depressing, effect. The evening dance for elderly Jewish retirees in Miami was jaw-dropping. Truly ghastly.