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Sunday, 18 November 2012

A history of Attenborough, and of the world in 100 objects.

Been very much enjoying the David Attenborough Early Years collection, placed on-line recently by BBC 4. Not only is it bizarre to find myself fancying the venerable Mr Attenborough when he wanders around the outback shirtless, but the sight of him breaking open a termite mound with a sledgehammer (to show the viewers its insides) are a perplexing demonstration of how far TV's come.

Plus (of course) they're generally brilliant and highly informative documentaries, however rough around the edges 1950s and 1960s television may have been. I'm rather taken with the cultural films Attenborough made as well, back in the days before he became synonymous with animal and nature programming.

In a similar vein, today I've been thrilled to find that the excellent radio series A History of the World in 100 Objects, is online for free download also. A definite must listen.

I think if we ever lose the BBC, I may just kill myself.

Friday, 30 September 2011

Merlin

I'm sorry, there hasn't been enough male flesh on this blog. I seem to be forgetting just what a sleazy individual I actually am. So with that in mind...

A nice bit of switching by the BBC coming up, as the very camp current run of Dr Who finishes and the potentially even camper series four of Merlin follows on. I'm rather looking forward to the new series of Merlin, which would have surprised me a couple of years back. Initially a pretty poor show, I was enticed back in by series three, which happened to show at a point where I was a bit broke and trying to avoid /going out on Saturday nights.



Arthur and Guinevere were still annoying, and Victor Meldrew still hadn't remembered how to act, but elsewhere things were better. The writing and production quality had gone up, and Colin Morgan was being given chances to actually show what he was capable of. The ever wonderful Anthony Head was of course still giving a brilliant performance as the stern, somewhat fascistic Uther Pentdragon, increasingly paranoid and unhinged. The totty factor had been considerably upped with the addition of recurring character Gwaine, played by the beautifully Irish (and just beautiful generally) Eoin Macken, whose scenes of 'friendship' (or bromance, in the modern parlance) with Merlin were so homoerotic as to border on the obscene. If ever a TV duo needed to do each other, it was them, not since Mulder and Scully had such pent-up sexual tension oozed form the telly.



But the real gem was Morgana, played by the also Irish and beautiful Katie McGrath, who when I had last seen her was an irritatingly wimpy and overly moral glorified housewife; somehow by series three Morgana had been transformed into a vampy bitchess worthy of early nineties Disney, who practically steepled her fingers and cackled every time another character looked away, and who took every opportunity she could to pull on long velvet gowns and go stalking off into the moonlit night to plot with other witches.



So I will be watching, and this page here has absolutely nothing to do with my interest. Nor this one. Well, maybe a little. That and the fact that the last series had the ever fabulous Miriam Margoyles playing an evil pixie called Grunhilda.

And of course, lets not forget that Gwaine wasn't the first 'friendship' Merlin had had.



PLUS




EQUALS




Come on BBC. You want something daring in your family drama? Lets have a tea-time love triangle between Merlin, Arthur and Gwaine that will make the whole Arthur/Guinevere/Lancelot thing look like the none-event it probably will be

Tuesday, 5 April 2011

But what could it be?

OK, last post for the night then I'll bugger off and read, promise.

Just noticed the other day that SFX have placed a humble request from yours-truly (submitted what feels like years ago, but is I admit probably just months) to their SFXperts column. You can find it here, it's the third one.

Now this series has bugged me for years, for a while I suspected it may be something like Earthfasts, or Children of the Stones, but I'm positive it's neither. And when I say bugged, I really do mean it's driven me loopy.


The Snow Spider.

From a very new, very high-budgeted TV fantasy series, to an older, decidedly less highly-budgeted one.

Some wonderful human being has uploaded the old HTV adaptation of possibly my favourite book as a child, Jenny Nimmo's The Snow Spider (starring the ever wonderful Siân Phillips).

And what kind of person would I be if I did not share the love here.

Part 1


Part 2


Part 3


Part 4


Part 5


Part 6


Part 7


Part 8


Part 9


Part 10

A Game of Thrones

I've likely come too late to the book, the audio version of which I'm in the early stages of, as HBO's promising new adaption is almost upon us. And very good it's looking too.



Friday, 10 April 2009

Watchmen series.

Oh if only this were really, and not a twisted (and thus highly amusing) joke.

Wednesday, 1 April 2009

The Wire is the exception, not the norm.

So I’ve started The Wire, as mentioned below, and I don’t really get why people keep on telling me you need to watch for a while in order to ‘get into it’. Seems pretty much excellent from the word go. It pretty much wipes the floor with most recent British drama, as Dominic West has been very keen to point out, but he’s kind of missing the point a bit.

American TV is not hundreds of shows this quality, American TV produces possibly an even higher proportion of drivel than UK TV (and UK TV produces a lot of drivel). We just get the highlights, and so stare enviously across the Atlantic, wishing we had what they had. Further to the point The Wire isn’t even a current show, it’s been finished for a year now, and is a past glory as a result. The only currently running American drama that holds a candle to it, at least off the top of my head, is Mad Men.

We’ve seen this before though, in the mid nineties, with American comedy. I remember it well, it was the heyday of Frasier and Seinfeld (another American show relegated to a disgracefully late slot by dear Aunty Beeb), before Friends had started its relentless march towards filling 25% of Channel 4’s schedules. And the first thing anybody would say was that if only British sitcoms were made the American way they’d suddenly be good again. Admittedly it was a very bad time for British comedy, particularly the lowly sitcom, which seemed perpetually hung-over from the eighties, and incapable of anything better than the Thin Blue Line.

And then Frasier and Seinfeld ended, and suddenly it became clear they were as rare as those great British series had once been - Porridge, Blackadder, the Young Ones and the like - and the best cross Atlantic humour seemed to be the limpid, derivative Dharma and Greg. Even worse a British sit com was made using American writing techniques. It’s been a ratings hit but My Family is utterly bland, I feel embarrassed watching actors as good as Robert Lindsey and Zoë Wannamaker prostituting themselves to appear in it (and what’s the deal with Cecilia Imrie appearing in that horrid affair with Rodney Trotter?).

This is likely to happen to these American productions soon, already some of the highlights (Lost and 24 notably) of American drama look embarrassingly cheesy when compared to The Wire (and are getting worse) while HBO seem increasingly desperate for a replacement flagship show (interesting to critics of British TV, HBO are currently adapting the ever wonderful Shameless for the US). West is missing one of the central points of the argument to my mind, Britain can do great drama beyond the corset mafia - and great drama writing, we have a booming theatre industry that ensures the country is never short of experienced actors or writers after all - but what Britain can’t match is the budget. Britain can never create shows that have that same feel because the BBC and others can’t afford it (or at least find it hard to justify the cost), and many attempts look feeble in comparison. Can you imagine the BBC period drama crew making Rome for God’s sake? Oh we can give it a fair go - a trawl through British past glories bring The Lakes, Taggert and Cracker to immediate mind - but it’s not the same. Recent Priests v Satan thriller Apparitions is a case in point, it had a massive budget, but its production looked shoddy because we see such better from the US. (And in fairness it was pretty badly written.) The less said about the production values of Spooks and Torchwood the better.

One thing West is spot on about is period dramas though. And I like period dramas, but I feel gluttoned on them. The problem goes back to the Andrew Davies’ adaptation of Pride & Prejudice, it was very good, became amazingly popular, and became imitated far too much. And its spawn - of a very mixed nature - have become ridiculously bad. He mentioned Cranford, which I actually hated, but has anybody seen the second Lark Rise to Candleford series? Drama on a par with Hollyoaks. The irony is of course I could easily see this happening with The Wire, too much imitation and diminishing returns sets in, and suddenly everybody looks at the original through a less pleasing perspective.

I would love to see more decent drama on British TV, I really would. But looking to The Wire is the wrong way to go about it, it’s brilliant, but firmly American. And who wants to watch the Brits pretending to be Americans? In TV as much as music it’s just embarrassing. No, Britain needs to do it its own way; grim oop north dramas are one way of course, but there’s others. When was the last time anybody tried their hand at a series in the mould of the BBC John le Carre adaptations? Both Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy and Smiley’s People were absolutely perfect television. You needed an attention span, you had to follow them closely, and of course Alex Guinness was sublime; this wasn’t action with guns, when British TV tries to do slick gunplay it feels far too Fisher Price. It’s the reason America makes Battlestar Galactica and the X-Files (two shows Britain could not make) while Britain makes Doctor Who and Shameless (the only American I’d even consider trusting with either would be Josh Whedon - I have low hopes for the adaption, HBO or not).

Thursday, 29 January 2009

My week summarised.

I have many things to say. A bullet pointed dash through is the way forward. It's the future.

-Holiday.
Africa is booked. 1st - 23rd March. Aha! Ahahahaha!!! Cannit wait. Really can't. Mustn't get too excited though, more to the point I mustn't go mad in the shops and spend loads of money on Africa gear so I end up looking like Indiana Jone's retarded brother. (Then again I already did that at New Year.)


-Bendy.
Back to earth (or Newcastle) though, I did Yoga on Monday, either I'm very out of practice or the teacher was really bad (probably both to be honest) but the next day I was so stiff I found it hard to move my arms. Funny, I don't remember it being like that before. The presence of several cuties shall ensure my return however, that and the fact it's free.


Oh dear.
Dave's plundering of the BBC comedy archives continues by them commissioning a new two part Red Dwarf special, and if that's not a terrible enough idea (does no-one remember the Allo Allo reunion for God's sake?) it's accompanied by the even more perplexing Red Dwarf: Unplugged. It's over, let it die with some dignity, don't turn it into Only Fools & Horses please!


-Superpop.
Guess what, B*Witched played at Powerhouse the other night. B*frigging*Witched. And I found out too late to go. Gutted doesn't even cover it. There was something quite spectacular about the particular combination of nineties pop and Irish jigs.


David Attenborough, gent that he is, has been receiving death threats from Christians because he doesn't mention God in his programs. His response, a spot on explanation of just why they're so woefully wrong.

They always mean beautiful things like hummingbirds. I always reply by saying that I think of a little child in east Africa with a worm burrowing through his eyeball. The worm cannot live in any other way, except by burrowing through eyeballs. I find that hard to reconcile with the notion of a divine and benevolent creator...


Daft Bint.
Michelle Hanson's column (borderline dreadful at the best of times) particularly irritated me this week. Just read it, and wonder what it is about a game like Brain Training (essentially a mini-game collection designed, admittedly on spurious evidence, to keep your mind active) that so offends this most luddite of scribblers. Her sneering condescension at Nintendo might be a little better if she didn't mention watching Casualty, 'why not play a musical instrument?' you daft titwitch.


Wesley Crusher.
I just joined twitter (see to the right), you can follow people's twitters. Aside from the obvious (Stephen Fry and Neil Gaiman straight off) I found Will Wheaton on there, that's right, Weill Wheaton. Go on, I dare you to try and find someone lower on the celebrity chain.

Sunday, 25 January 2009

Alternative Duck Tails.

It's an odd thing when someone can make you laugh until you're almost crying, and destroy something from your childhood you fondly remember at the same time.

But it is possible...



And at the same time can bring your attention to the J-Pop version. Youtube truely is the best thing since internet porn.