Thursday, 31 December 2015
2015 has been full to bursting with terrorists, flooding and Tory scandal. It was also a hell of a year for me: Sarah and I were married, I learnt to drive and introduced Clifford to the world.
It's been a few years since I wrote a These Are A Few Of My Favourite Things. This isn't as in depth as the posts of old and it wasn't until I sat down to write this that I realised I hadn't seen a new film or read a new book all year.
These are a few of my favourite things from 2015:
These two interweaving dramas from Russell T. Davies are a brilliant and vibrant examination of twenty-first century life. Characters wander our of one series and into the other. What lifts this head and shoulders is that it doesn't attempt to be a sexual politics lecture on screen and its characters are defined as much by age, experience, laziness, expectation, etc. They are fully rounded characters in a fully rounded world. Episode Five is quite simply one of the best pieces of television ever made and has a cameo that reduced Sarah to tears.
This three-part adaptation of the novel by John Lanchester follows a street in London dealing with issues such as rocketing house prices, immigration, greed, radical Islam, assumptions of radical Islam and the phrase 'We want what you have' arriving through their letterboxes. The premise is intriguing, the execution is impressive and the performances are exceptional.
The gang from This Is England take 1990 a season at a time. It's a tumultuous year for them with chemical highs and very low lows. Please don't say this is the end for Woody, Lol, Shaun, Milky, Kelly, Trev, Gadget, Harvey, Combo, Smell, Cynthia, Mr. Sandhu, Trudy and the others. I need to know what happened to them in the rest of the nineties.
I was dubious about the return to television for Britain's favourite spy. Would it work without the original voices? Could a modern take on the show be faithful enough to the show we remembered and still relevant to its new target audience? It turns out the answer is an emphatic yes. The series is slicker and sleeker than ever before and this has inevitably lost a little of the charm of the rough edges we were used to, but the characters and still essentially the same, the jokes are still great and the knowing fourth wall rattling sensibility is still very much is evidence.
Peter Capaldi's second series cements him in the role. He, Jenna Coleman, Michelle Gomez and Julian Bleach are phenomenal in The Magician's Apprentice & The Witch's Familiar. Under The Lake & Before The Flood is wonderful. The Girl Who Died saw a return to a sense of fun that we've been missing for a good few years now. The Zygon Invasion & The Zygon Inversion is an excellent invasion Earth story with a brilliant anti-war message and the welcome return of Osgood. Clara chooses to Face The Raven with aplomb in a beautiful episode. The finale, Hell Bent, wraps everything up and managed to have its cake, eat it and then eat it again. At Christmas, we met The Husbands Of River Song (with the exception of Stephen Fry). It was lovely to see River Song again and Alex Kingston was fantastic, but I wonder how many Christmas Day viewers had much of a clue what was going on in a story that fitted into a very specific gap in her timeline and was leading her to the events of another from seven years ago.
Proving that the Hoosiers didn't disappear, they merely went undercover. Their fourth studio album is a confident affair. Possibly undermining the hard work that I'm sure went into it, the whole thing sounds effortless.
The galaxy's greatest comic and its sister publication have gone from strength to strength this year. Judge Dredd, The Dark Judges, Lawless, Strontium Dog, Orlok The Assassin, DeMarco, Sinister Dexter, Jaegir and many more have all had fantastic stories with amazing artwork.
The lives of Brian K. Vaughn's star-crossed lovers and their extended family get more and more complicated in this sprawling yet intimate epic that lives up to its name.
Friday, 25 December 2015
In the run up to Christmas in the year 2000, The League Of Gentlemen published A Local Book For Local People and I wanted it. I was pretty certain that I wouldn’t get it for Christmas as my mother was unlikely to buy me a book that purported to be wrapped in human skin. It’s a scrapbook collecting together newspaper articles, leaflets, postcards and letters about, to and from the people of Royston Vasey. It’s fantastic. I can’t recommend it highly enough. Comedy tie-in books are never this good. I bought it as a Christmas present to myself and pored over every page. Nestled towards the back of the book is an illustrated short story called The Curse Of Karrit Poor, which I skipped right over. I looked at the pictures, but I never read a word of it and I can’t explain why.
I eagerly awaited The League Of Gentlemen’s Christmas Special that year and when it finally arrived I was not disappointed. The opening sequence gives us Royston Vasey in the snow, a mutilated robin, yellow snow and a controversial Nietzsche quote on the church noticeboard. It’s a very cinematic sequence in a very cinematic episode of a very cinematic TV show and a step up from some of the other quick gags that opened earlier episodes.
It’s Christmas Eve in Royston Vasey and Bernice Woodall, the town’s vicar, is visited by three characters each seeking solace. Bernice is a fascinating choice to be our guide. The joke that the irreverent Reverend with lipstick on her teeth and a confessional full of cigarettes is presumably an Atheist and possibly the least charitable person in an uncharitable town is one that wouldn’t have sustained her for an hour. We see her character develop here as a result of each of her three Christmas encounters.
Charlie enters the church to deliver a very late and myrrhless nativity scene and takes the opportunity to tell Bernice about a recurring dream he’s been having. We cut to Charlie and Stella line dancing, putting up Christmas decorations and arguing. Charlie and Stella are among my favourite characters and I absolutely love that they get this first vignette. Reece Shearsmith and Steve Pemberton gave their relationship such depth that it always deserved to be explored further. The initial idea of the earlier sketches of the couple arguing for the benefit of a third party grows into to a brilliant short story with a fantastic twist. Liza Tarbuck, the Eyes Wide Shut coven who do voodoo and Stella’s mask are all wonderful, while the slow hand clap is unremittingly bleak.
We return to the church for one of my favourite moments in the entirety of television history: Charlie’s pause and subsequent answer to Bernice asking “In your heart of hearts, do you love your wife?”
Charlie departs and is soon replaced by another storyteller. Andrew Melville is fantastic as the old Matthew Parker, but I must confess that for years I was convinced it was Mark Gatiss in heavy make-up. He takes us back to 1975 in Duisberg in Germany and into the home of Herr Lipp. This is another short tale with another brilliant twist that I certainly didn’t see coming and a raft of sexual innuendo and references to Vampire films. Gatiss and Shearsmith are wonderful as Frau Lipp and young Matthew Parker respectively, but the truly astonishing thing about this segment is that Pemberton manages to take a grotesque character, not to mention a sexual predator, like Herr Lipp and yet give him a genuine sense of pathos all the while being very funny into the bargain.
Herr Lipp: Sometimes the inside of something can be beautiful, even if the package isn’t…well…isn’t.
Matthew: Leave me alone.
Herr Lipp: I will try.
Out goes Parker and in comes a bloodied Chinnery for our third story as the vet tells the vicar about his great-grandfather.
Bernice: Oh God, it’s getting like bloody Jackanory in here.
The resulting tale is as rich and classy a slice of Victoriana as the BBC has ever produced. Frances Cox, Freddie Jones, Boothby’s bicycle, “next door,” and seeing Chinnery as his own great-grandfather are all great.
Boothby: Now then, lad. Old Majolica sings your praises and that’s good enough for me. I can offer you a hundred a year, food, lodgings and unlimited use of a bicycle. What do you say?
Chinnery: I’d be delighted.
Boothby: Capital! I think we’ll get along well. There is only one other matter, my senior partner, Mr. Purblind, is an invalid. He occupies the last room on the third floor. He never stirs from his bed from dawn till dusk…save to go for a wee.
Chinnery: You wish me to visit him?
Boothby: On no account! Mr. Purblind is a very sick man. The slightest disturbance is abhorrent to him. Do you hear me?
Chinnery: Yes, sir.
Boothby: All my doors are open to you, Chinnery. Except the ones that are closed.
For their part, Shearsmith and Pemberton’s creations Boothby and Majolica are wonderful, with the former’s bicycle obsession and the latter’s evil echo of Series Three’s Dr. Carlton being particular highlights.
Purblind: Touch them and see!
Chinnery: No…no, I…I mustn’t!
Purblind: Feel them! Feel the knackers!
In spite of his warning (and probably because of it), Chinnery later finds himself in Purblind’s room where the old man tells him the story of how he came to be cursed to kill every animal he came into contact with. The effect of Purblind’s story builds through the brilliant use of shadow puppets to the surprising reveal of a unique necklace and via a gleeful moment of Freddie Jones swearing. Chinnery feels the knackers and unwittingly takes Purblind’s curse upon himself, but dismisses the possibility as “cheap mummery.” His return to his London practise and a simple surgical tap that is but “the work of moments” causes an animal massacre of epic proportions.
Majolica: Another vet has touched the monkey’s bollocks. And now you and all your descendants shall suffer the curse of Karrit Poor!
There’s that name again. Every time I watch this I mean to search out my copy of A Local Book For Local People to read about the curse of Karrit Poor in The Curse Of Karrit Poor. I never do. We return to the present day and Bernice convinces Chinnery to get back to work.
Throughout its first two series, the show referenced and alluded to a great many horror films, but uses its Christmas Special to pay tribute to an often overlooked subgenre: the portmanteau film. These are films made up of shorter stories united by framing device. It was a subgenre that I was previously unaware of, but examples include Dr. Terror’s House Of Horrors (1964), The House That Dripped Blood (1970), Tales From The Crypt (1972), New York Stories (1989) and Four Rooms (1995).
The absence of Tubbs and Edward really allows some of the other characters to flourish and the portmanteau sequences allow the Gentlemen to have their cake and eat it too. Did those events happen as described? Will Stella be framed for murder? Is Herr Lipp a Vampire now? Is Chinnery’s inability to keep a patient alive the result of the curse? Possibly, but would it really matter if the only thing that really happened were the sequences set in the church? I don’t think so, because they are arguably the most horrific of all.
The framing story of Bernice has given us flashbacks to her childhood and reveals that her mother was abducted at Christmas when she was eight years old. She is invited by three visitors to reassess her attitude to Christmas and she does mellow as the evening wears on. To the point that she inspires Chinnery, plans to do nice things for her parishioners on Christmas Day and, potentially a first, she apologises to someone. Bernice’s childhood catches up with her as Santa Claus comes to town again and this time he takes her away with him. Papa Lazarou’s fleeting appearance here serves to cement him as one of the most horrifying television monsters. Not only does he steal Christmas, but he undermines everything that has happened to Bernice all night. Even after the life changing visits of Scrooge’s three ghosts, it would probably have brought his new demeanour to a brief conclusion if he had been kidnapped and inserted into an elephant on Christmas Day.
There was a definite shift in style as the series progressed. While the first series could be legitimately described as a sketch show, the second was more of a sitcom. Now with the benefit of hindsight it’s easy to see the Christmas special as the bridge between that and the more comedy drama style of Series Three. Not least because they dropped the laughter track and the funny thing is that you barely notice here
The three onscreen members of The League Of Gentlemen are rightly applauded for their acting abilities, indeed we can all be grateful that three of Britain’s best actors were on screen at the same time, but in complimenting that aspect of the show let’s not ignore the writing and the fourth Gent, Jeremy Dyson.
The genius of The League Of Gentlemen is their juxtaposition of highbrow and lowbrow. They can take a brilliantly intricate and rewarding story about voodoo revenge and dismiss it as a cheese dream. They can take a potentially one note character with pun for a name and single entendre dialogue and play him with complexity and honesty. They can make a sumptuous Victorian horror story full of intrigue and have the entire thing revolve around the cupping of a monkey’s lovespuds. They can take something as potentially sentimental and syrupy as a Christmas special, force its bitter central character through the wringer, make her learn a lesson and then ultimately prove her right all along. They take a central tenet of sitcom, that characters don’t develop, and then they earn it.
Here I am twelve years later and I’ve finally gotten around to reading The Curse Of Karrit Poor in A Local Book. I liked it. Not more than the TV version, but I liked it. The one thing I found most comforting and reassuring was that it also takes both the high road and the low road.
“A story so fantastic that it might seem to have sprung from the ravings of some brain fevered Eastern mystic. Or a twat.”
– From The Curse Of Karrit Poor, being the reminiscences of “Dr Edmund Chinnery R.C.V.S.”
Wednesday, 23 December 2015
After two phenomenal series Father Ted was awarded with a feature-length Christmas special, and so on Christmas Eve in the year of our Lord 1996, a fifteen-year-old me sat down in front of the television set to watch Father Ted. I loved it. I still do. I watch it every year and it’s still as great as ever.
I could wax lyrical about all the great things in A Christmassy Ted, and so I’m going to. Dougal versus the Christmas tree lights, Mrs Doyle’s window sill dismounts, “Gifts for husbands, like pipes and slippers,” Dougal’s weird familial one-liners, Priest Chatback, a Glittery Dougal, “So a protestant is better than me!”, Dougal presiding over a funeral, Ted’s list of everyone who’s fecked him over, Larry Duff skiing, Dougal’s matador stuff, “bizarre irregularities in his accounts,” Ted’s speech, “La Marseillaise,” the shots framed with Todd’s anatomy, “I don’t know. It was just going that way,” Dougal hanging up the phone, etc.
Father Dougal: Can I open another window on the Advent calendar?
Father Ted: All right. But remember, only today’s window.
Father Dougal: Oh! A shepherd! Great! Fantastic stuff! Can I not open the other two?
Father Ted: No, Dougal.
Father Dougal: God, I can’t wait to see what’s under tomorrow’s window. I bet it’s a donkey or something.
Father Ted: Really? So, you’ve changed from your initial prediction of… what was it again? “Ruud Gullit sitting on a shed.” God, Dougal, where do you get these ideas from?
In many ways, however, one of the real strengths of this episode is all the things that it doesn’t do. This is a situation comedy that successfully takes the high road, but brilliantly acknowledges the roads less travelled. For once in a sitcom Christmas special, Christmas is simply the sit and not the source of com. It’s a move acknowledged by the baby that isn’t left on their doorstep and therefore deliberately denying us a version of the Nativity filled with Three Men And A Baby-style high jinks.
Father Ted: A nice quiet Christmas with no unusual incidents or strange people turning up, that would suit me down to the ground.
This episode doesn’t take the easy option at any point. It isn’t yet another retelling of A Christmas Carol, the spirit of Christmas isn’t revealed to any of the characters, and they don’t learn anything. Nor does it try and show the inhabitants of Craggy Island undergoing all the same Christmas rituals as their viewers.
Father Todd Unctious: He gives good mass…he really knows how to work the altar. Look at that chalice work.
When it does acknowledge Christmas it does so in explicitly crass ways such as the jingle bells that are practically bolted onto the opening theme tune, showing the priest’s collective reaction to a televised mass or getting the big guest stars out of the way in the shamelessly conspicuous Ballykissangel opening dream scene and then rapidly replacing them with giant peanuts.
Father Dougal: What’s goin’ on?
Father Terry: I think Ted has a plan.
Father Dougal: No, I mean in general.
Father Terry: Oh, we can’t find a way out of the lingerie section.
Father Dougal: Oh, right.
On subject of pop-culture references, the Mission Impossible cat burglar scene came at a time when such a nod was still new, and most notably the idea of eight priests finding themselves in Ireland’s biggest lingerie section played with the same high stakes as being behind enemy lines in a Vietnam War movie is a stroke of unadulterated genius. Any other sitcom would be happy to rest on those laurels, but Ted is different, and takes us into the bizarre Film Noir flashback confession of Father Todd Unctious.
I was very disappointed to discover that Graham Linehan is not a fan of this episode and feels it is too long. I think he’s a bit hard on it. The extended running time broadens the scope of A Christmassy Ted beyond the other episodes. Between the priestly platoon, the opulence of the “strapped for cash” Vatican and the Golden Cleric scenes the Christmas special has the highest number of priests per square inch of any episode, and they each have their own distinct characters, attributes and motivations.
Mrs Doyle: Father Andy Riley?
Unknown Father: No.
Mrs Doyle: Father Desmond Coyne? Father George Byrne? Father David Nicholson? Father Dick Linlidge?
Unknown Father: I’ll give you a clue.
Mrs Doyle: No clues! I’ll get it in a second. Father Ken Sweeney? Father Neil Hannon? Father Keith Cullen? Father kieran Donnelly? Father Mick McAvoy? Father Jack White?…Father Henry Bigbigging? Father Hank Tree? Father Hiroshima Twinkie? Father Stig Bubblecard? Father Johnny Helzapoppin? Father Luke Duke? Father Billy Furley? Father Chewy Louie? Father John Hoop? Father Hairy Cakelinem? Father Rabulah Conundrum? Father Pee-wee Stairmaster? Father Tri-Peglips? Father Jemimah Ractoole? Father Jerry Twig? Father Spodo Komodo? Father Canabramalamer? Father Todd Unctious?
‘Father Todd Unctious’: Yes!
In any other episode the idea of a character “being vaguely unhappy but not being able to figure out exactly why” might go underexplored, but here it gets the attention it deserves. It’s all done without being pious and not a moment is wasted.
Father Ted: And who’s that Todd Unctious? I didn’t invite him, did you? No, I barred you from inviting people over after that tramp stayed a week when I was away.
Father Dougal: That wasn’t a tramp. That was the Prime Minister of France.
The resulting piece of television is fantastic, but that’s not surprising because there are no bad episodes of Father Ted. Any episode of Father Ted shown at Christmas would have felt sufficiently 'special'. A Christmassy Ted is a fantastic episode, but crucially it’s not very Christmassy, and that’s what makes it so great.
Father Ted: Dougal, fantastic news!
Father Dougal: You’re getting married.
Father Ted: No, I’m no…is that a joke?
Monday, 21 December 2015
Zac Goldsmith elected Conservative mayoral candidate by online ballot. Conservatives deny unions use of online ballots on security grounds.— Joel Hills (@ITVJoel) October 2, 2015
What happens in Cygnus X-1 stays in Cygnus X-1— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 4, 2015
I'll be spending most of today on an aeroplane. I've been offered a complimentary Daily Mail. Here's my response. pic.twitter.com/1FpZD7WlPQ— Brian Bilston (@brian_bilston) September 20, 2015
Two scoops of pixels in every scene— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 4, 2015
Big announcement Monday. Technically 6 big announcements. TECHNICALLY A MILLION BIG ANNOUNCEMENTS. (Actually just one.) (But technically 6.)— Philip J Reed (@NoNoiseChitChat) October 2, 2015
100— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 4, 2015
Something really cool is coming tomorrow. You will like it. YOU HEAR ME? pic.twitter.com/7RZlRrNkXH— Philip J Reed (@NoNoiseChitChat) October 4, 2015
Time travelers: Only 331 shopping days 'til last Xmas— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 4, 2015
No refunds— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 4, 2015
Featuring Sparky, the invisible elf— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 4, 2015
For the sophisticated shut-in— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 4, 2015
Others ask, "Whatif?" We ask, "Whyif."— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 4, 2015
It's Tentacular!— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 5, 2015
Who ever is doing the captions for the Tory party conference no longer gives a shit pic.twitter.com/nFcrph41lT— TechnicallyRon(@TechnicallyRon) October 7, 2015
#1 most viewed show among viewbots— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 7, 2015
Provides a full day's supply of Vitamin F!— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 8, 2015
Penetrates even the thickest foil hat— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 8, 2015
The one bright spot in your life!— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 8, 2015
Announcing six volumes by six authors about the way art changes lives. Check it out, and be a part of it! http://t.co/sJAK4mabwe— Philip J Reed (@NoNoiseChitChat) October 5, 2015
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Re. that tweet, my favourite Helen Goodman moment: pic.twitter.com/E5mdOmIWbL— James Manning (@JamesManning) October 11, 2015
We are following you, but not on #Twitter— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 12, 2015
Pitch video is live. Magic is happening. http://t.co/okldPh2mYp— Philip J Reed (@NoNoiseChitChat) October 13, 2015
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Six authors, six books, six works of art. Back and pre-order now! https://t.co/jI4JyZPwsh— Philip J Reed (@NoNoiseChitChat) October 14, 2015
Reincarnation— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 14, 2015
Not sure if new episode or just rerun of episode I watched drunk— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 14, 2015
Ask your doctor if Futurama is right for you— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 15, 2015
Made From 100% Recycled Pixels— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 15, 2015
If this show's a-rockin', don't come a-knockin'— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 16, 2015
[ Cancel ] [ OK ]— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 16, 2015
Purveyors of Entertainment to Her Majesty the Space Queen— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 17, 2015
This Episode Worth 250 #Futurama Points— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 17, 2015
I saw @TobyHadoke in Manchester today. He looked livid so I didn't want to interrupt him. I suppose I'm interrupting him now instead. Hello.— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 17, 2015
@TobyHadoke I don't know Manchester well, maybe Oxford Street. I was struggling with a huge picture frame. You wore hat, scarf and a frown.— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 17, 2015
@TobyHadoke No apology necessary. Lady and wheelchair check. Were they rude to her at the food fair? Seems a misuse of the word fair.— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 18, 2015
50% More ColorsThan Bargain-Brand Cartoons— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 17, 2015
Warning: Do Not Show To Horses— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 17, 2015
There's No Bismuth Like Show Bismuth— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 20, 2015
holy crap https://t.co/ODUDAZWwbR— simms(@slyphon) August 30, 2015
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I will never, ever, ever get tired of people writing "dummingdown".— mumoss(@mumoss) October 20, 2015
Made By Hand (and Tentacle)— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 20, 2015
Tell Your Parents It's Educational— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 20, 2015
I've turned my back to the future.— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 21, 2015
Any Resemblance To Actual Future Is Purely Coincidental— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 21, 2015
Put On 2-D Glasses Now— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 21, 2015
@Davetweetedthis probably not enough characters here to do it justice..— Nick Banks (@therealnickbank) October 21, 2015
@Davetweetedthis keep trying..— Nick Banks (@therealnickbank) October 21, 2015
Has it really only been 130 years since Back To The Future Part 3?— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 21, 2015
One of the 7 (to the power of 7) Wonders of the Future World— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 28, 2015
Watch it or die trying— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 28, 2015
CatieOsborn on Titus Andronicus, and why she's writing a book about it for Arts in Entertainment. https://t.co/BqoxvVG1qH— Philip J Reed (@NoNoiseChitChat) October 25, 2015
Doing Time And The Rani #portmantwho— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 28, 2015
As seen at the 1939 world's fair— David Black (@Davetweetedthis) October 28, 2015