Showing posts with label His Dark Materials. Show all posts
Showing posts with label His Dark Materials. Show all posts

Friday, 13 November 2020

WHAT WE WERE WATCHING: SONG AND DANCE SPECTACULARS + HIS DARK MATERIALS + INDUSTRY

A version of this article was originally published in The Courier on Saturday 14th November 2020. 

NEXT WEEK’S TV

What We Were Watching: Song and Dance Spectaculars – Friday, BBC Four, 7pm

This, much to my surprise, is a mini-masterclass in how to present a compendium of archive light entertainment. In the late ‘60s and ‘70s, dance troupes such as Pan’s People and The Young Generation were toothsome fixtures on British television. They were naff, brilliant, weird, charming; vaguely hippie-ish, but thoroughly scrubbed clean of all muddy traces of the counterculture.

Their elaborate and sometimes overly-literal interpretations of contemporary pop hits were something to behold. Host Grace Dent is clearly a fan. I was expecting an irony-drenched sneer-fest. Instead, it's a fond, irreverent celebration. Dent's links are brief, she allows room for the clips to breathe. Highlights include a Lulu performance of the Theme from Shaft featuring a cameo from Les Dawson, Aretha enduring awkward comedy banter with Cliff, and The Young Generation launching the Keep Britain Tidy campaign. It’s all wonderful.

My Family, the Holocaust and Me with Robert Rinder – Monday, BBC One, 10:45pm

In the second and final episode of this haunting series, Rinder and his mother visit Treblinka for the first time. It is estimated that between 700,000 and 900,000 Jews were murdered at Treblinka. Several of the Rinder’s ancestors were among them.  “Our family had names,” says Rinder. “They were alive, they lived and they died here.” We also meet Noemie, whose French mother was arrested as a child by the Nazis. Now 85, she has never spoken of her experience. When Neomie travels to France, she uncovers an extraordinary story of survival. Meanwhile, Bernie’s difficult journey continues with a visit to Dachau, where his uncle died. By recounting these stories we restore the humanity of those who were lost. We remember, always.

12 Puppies and Us – Wednesday, BBC Two, 8pm

Those first few months between humans and their pets are crucial. In this upbeat series, various families and pups adjust to their new lives together. The star turn this week is Fabio, a Chinese Crested Powderpuff who has essentially been purchased as a replacement for a scraggy little muppet called Hugo (RIP). Alisa doted on Hugo, who happily put up with wearing a variety of kitschy outfits. Fabio doesn’t appear to be humiliated by this leisurewear either. Alisa’s partner, Colin, wryly accepts his lowly place in the pecking order. The programme isn’t cruel or judgemental, it accepts Alisa for the mildly eccentric person she is. Her little family – there are no children – is happy.

Paul O’Grady’s Great British Escape – Wednesday, STV, 8pm

Paul O’Grady is television’s nicest man. Face facts, Palin, you monster. This series is really just an excuse to spend some time in his friendly, quick-witted company, as he wanders around his adopted county of Kent. It’s a picturesque balm. In episode two he embraces the beautiful desolation of Romney Marsh, where he gingerly encounters some leeches, goes fishing for shrimp, and visits an alpaca farm. Like Connolly and Palin (sorry about what I said earlier, Mike), O’Grady bonds naturally with everyone he meets. He’s either a very good actor, or he’s someone without a trace of showbiz ego. Also, hats off to whoever compiles the soundtracks for his programmes: Iggy, Elvis and Otis are among the picks this week.

A Special School – Friday, BBC Two, 7pm

“Communication is every child’s right. No matter what level they’re at, they have every right to communicate something.” So says one of the many inspiring teachers in this beautifully-made BBC Wales series about Ysgol y Deri, Britain’s preeminent school for children with special needs. 15-year-old Luke was born with a hole in his brain, but his cognitive abilities are acute. Via voice-generating software, he articulates his fears and frustrations: “I hate it when people patronise me, especially when people talk to me like a baby. It makes me feel hurt and uncomfortable.” His family, friends and teachers never patronise him. They accept him for who he is. “It makes me feel humble,” he says.

Between the Covers – Friday, BBC Two, 7:30pm

In the final episode of this emergency televised podcast, the likeable broadcaster Sara Cox hosts another celebrity book group. Her guests this week are Desiree Burch, Ben Miller, Graham Norton and – here she is again – Grace Dent. Norton gets in a plug for his third (third?!) novel, while praising one of his favourite books, The Uncommon Reader by Alan Bennett. He makes a sound point: if you meet a prospective partner who doesn’t enjoy Bennett’s work, then they’re definitely not for you. So much time and heartache could be avoided via use of that simple test. This cosy little series, this chattering media bubble of absolutely nothing, may serve as a vaporous distraction while Trump barricades himself inside a cupboard with the nuclear codes.

Griff’s Great Australian Adventure – Friday, STV, 8pm

ITV aren’t even trying with their celebrity travelogue titles now, they all merge into a ‘great’ morass of blandness. Penelope Keith’s Berserk Icelandic Rumble; David Jason’s Outstanding Hats of Minsk. They’d stand out in the listings. Griff Rhys Jones, to his credit, is an affable conduit for this sort of thing. The title isn’t his fault. He’s no O’Grady, but he has his own distinctive spin. Griff is never conspicuously impressed by anything. He’s bemused and amused, but not in an insulting way. This week, his continent-spanning train journey stops off in rural Queensland, where he cautiously observes farmers extracting semen from a bull. He also meets some archaeologists dusting for dinosaur tracks in the middle of nowhere.

LAST WEEK’S TV

His Dark Materials – Sunday 8th November, BBC One

Tarot cards on the table: I am immune to the charms of epic fantasy fiction involving wizards and whatnot. I simply cannot fathom the appeal, no matter how hard I try. The first series of this adaptation of Philip Pullman’s trilogy was particularly gruelling. A hectic, rudderless tumult of riddle-me-ree prophecies with no emotional core. Even as a fantasy sceptic, I found it bewildering and tedious. 

So no, of course I didn’t enjoy its return last week. As before, all I could find to admire were its production values and the performances by Dafne Keen and Ruth Wilson. This is poor storytelling on a massive scale. An expensive mess, the very worst kind of mess. I will never speak of it again.

Industry – Wednesday 11th November, BBC Two

It’s possible to sculpt a decent drama around awful people with too much money. We’ve all seen This Life. But this HBO/BBC co-production about young London investment bankers is a ghastly chore. It’s presumably intended as a sharp piece of satire, an arch meditation on the hollowness of capitalist greed. It misses the mark completely. Industry expects us to care about these characters on some level, while wringing its hands over the chrome and glass world they inhabit. 

The characters are bland. Their world is objectively vile and soulless. So what’s the point? There is nothing to engage with. This pilot was directed by Lena Dunham, an obliviously entitled artist who will never understand why people find her work so annoying.

Monday, 11 November 2019

TV Column: GOLD DIGGER + HIS DARK MATERIALS


A version of this article was originally published in The Courier on 9th November 2019.


NEXT WEEK’S TV

GOLD DIGGER
Tuesday, BBC One, 9pm


When Julia (Julia Ormond), a lonely divorcee and mother of three, turns 60, she books herself into a swanky London hotel. While pottering around an art gallery, she bumps into a handsome young man. Sparks fly and before you know it, she’s introducing this mysterious stranger to her understandably sceptical children (Julia is beautiful, but she’s also rich). Are they right to doubt him? Julia’s eldest son, Patrick, suffers from childhood flashbacks which suggest that history may be repeating itself in some sinister way. Gold Digger is an enjoyably melodramatic potboiler buoyed by a sensitive performance from Ormond and a standout turn from Sebastian Armesto as Patrick, who comes across as a knife-edge hybrid of Michael Shannon and Reece Shearsmith.

GARY LINEKER: MY GRANDDAD’S WAR
Monday, BBC One, 9pm


Gary Winston Lineker’s granddad, who is no longer with us, served in the British army during World War Two. He was part of a platoon informally known, with the utmost disrespect and unfairness, as ‘D-Day Dodgers’. In this Who Do You Think You Are?-esque programme, football’s numero uno left-wing groovy nice guy announces, “They haven’t had the credit they deserve, and if I can make a slight difference to that, that will make me feel proud.” Stanley Abbs served as a member of the Royal Army Medical Corps during the vital WW2 Italian campaign. Gary, with Stanley’s detailed war diary in hand, mounts a powerful case in favour of the contribution they made to the war effort.

THE YOUNG OFFENDERS
Monday, BBC One, 11:35pm


Gawd, please, spare us from these try-hard, frantically-edited edge-coms about loveable recidivists. Trainspotting erupted 23 years ago, we should’ve got over it by now. Young Offenders follows two teenagers from Cork as they attempt, for a potentially lucrative bet, to stay on the straight and narrow. Their greasy, shaved mushroom haircuts are supposedly a joke in themselves, a lazy stab at instant iconography. The people behind this utterly charmless, witless rubbish presumably won a barely applied-for competition. I’m only recommending it as an example of how not to write a sitcom. We all deserve better than this.

CLIMATEGATE: SCIENCE OF A SCANDAL
Thursday, BBC Four, 9pm

The cataclysmic effects of global warming are an actual fact, as all rational people agree. Ten years ago, however, a cabal of climate change deniers hacked into the emails of several leading scientists with the express purpose of distorting and misrepresenting their views: an insidious campaign of damaging misinformation. Donald Trump fully got behind those spurious findings. Of course he did. Fake news only suits Trump when it plumps up his cushions of malodorous self-interest. This grave, intense, jaw-dropping documentary gathers together many of the scientists who were supposedly exposed during that concerted barrage of lies. These people actually received death threats. Good luck, humanity. Tune in, grit your teeth and weep.

LAST WEEK’S TV

HIS DARK MATERIALS
Sunday 3rd November, BBC One


This adaptation of Philip Pullman’s richly acclaimed fantasy novels (which I haven’t read) began with a patience-testing volley of clunky exposition. Writer Jack Thorne had a lot to get through in terms of world-building, but he appeared to be overwhelmed by the task at hand.

Thorne failed to establish any reason to invest in the relationship between Lyra, the 12-year-old protagonist, and her maverick uncle (James McAvoy), a relationship which must surely be crucial to the saga’s appeal.

Lyra, though capably performed by Dafne Keen, came across as Just Another Kid in an expensively oak-panelled fantasia haunted by familiar British character actors.

Fairly impressive production design and seamlessly integrated CGI animals are all very well, but episode one was little more than a poorly paced, fatally muddled compendium of portentous proclamations. Thin gruel on an epic scale.

INSIDE THE SUPERMARKET
Thursday 7th November, BBC Two

Meanwhile, back in the real world, this series wandered the aisles of Sainsbury’s during a challenging year in which it celebrated its 150th birthday. We met busy shop floor staffers and cappuccino-quaffing execs as they struggled to overcome increasing competition from their rivals. The black cloud of Brexit loomed large: panicky, cash-strapped consumers fled to M&S and Waitrose instead. 

One day, in the far-distant future, an alien race may discover an ash-covered tape of this programme, the last remaining trace of our existence, and wonder what the point of it all was.