Funny though Charlie Brooker’s 2010 Screenwipe was, there was only one item on Monday’s show which made me laugh. And that was the sight of Ann Widdecombe being used to sweep the floor on Strictly Come Dancing.
I never watched the show, but the sight of her hoover-like sweep put tears in my eyes and a kind of hard-to-stop laugh threatened to erupt. Luckily it was a very brief clip. But my lips still twitch when I think about it.
Good thing we didn’t delay watching the NCIS: Los Angeles Christmas episode a day longer. It was quite Christmassy, despite being California and shorts weather and broadcast far too early in December. But we ran out of time when it was on, and then having a visitor with no interest in ‘such nonsense’ we just had to wait.
There were carollers. Didn’t know they had them in California. But what’s the point of wishing people a pc Happy Holidays, when you have just sung a carol full of Christian meaning? And you just know they will encounter a body or something.
We wondered why the witness had to walk round in his severely blood stained shirt for so long, but it did look dramatic. Though given the amounts of blood, how come the carpet was clean? But it was a good episode in general.
Hetty went slightly mad over the presents, but it’s nice to see we all do ‘it’.
(Photos © CBS)
I was never a regular viewer of the old Upstairs Downstairs. Not sure why. I think I was of an age when it sounded boring. But you still knew a lot about it, even in distant and foreign lands like mine. And it’s not every servant who makes it onto Sesame Street. (Put down the ducky?)
We enjoyed the new mini series over Christmas. The Resident IT Consultant cried at all the right times, while the Grandmother fell asleep.
I like Art Malik, but you wonder at the apparent shortage of Asian actors. Was quite taken with him without the turban, flowing beard and all. I often wonder about those things.
Not too keen on Keeley Hawes, but thought Ed Stoppard did a passable job. And we got a history lesson, having to sort out the order of princes available for becoming King, but I do wonder about the gravelly street. In fact, when I start wondering about authenticity I know I need to stop before I get grumpy.
The Guardian had a piece about people enjoying the idea of having servants rather too much, forgetting that most likely we would all be the servants. I’m sure we can rise above that notion and learn something from both Upstairs and Downstairs. I’d have hated being a servant, but I really wouldn’t have liked having servants around at all times, either.
But a nice 1930s dress would be welcome, as would the china. And the radios and the car.
It was a few years ago. Probably 1993 or 1994. As any mother of small children I didn’t do much chilling out over Christmas. (So unlike the rest of the time when I’d do nothing but sit around…) I knew A Muppet Family Christmas was on television one morning. Though I sort of doubted I’d get to watch it.
But I found myself free just before it was due to begin, and thought ‘if I can’t watch this now and forget about the chores and the children, then what good is Christmas?’. So I watched, mostly on my own. I suspect that Mother-of-witch stepped in and kept an eye on Offspring.
And it was wonderful. I sat there feeling good. It must be the ‘togetherness’ of the film. The way the Muppets end up spending Christmas with their Sesame Street friends, and the way the poor man who had originally rented Fozzie’s mother’s house, staying there with his dog, faces each new batch of house guests as they arrive and just finds more places for everyone to sleep.
I love it when Jim Henson and the dog do the washing up at the end. And the Swedish Chef measuring Big Bird for … you-know-what. I love a lot of other things too. The companionship. The snow. Miss Piggy.
It’s one of the most perfect films for Christmas, and I try to watch it every year. I’m hoping someone will keep an eye on Offspring for me this year too.
Posted in Film
Tagged Brian Muehl, Caroll Spinney, Christmas, Dave Goelz, Fran Brill, Frank Oz, Gerard Parkes, Jerry Nelson, Jim Henson, Karen Prell, Kathryn Mullen, Muppets, Richard Hunt, Sesame Street, Steve Whitmire
It lost a little bit of momentum some time around the third quarter. Otherwise Doctor Who was pretty refreshing after too much Christmas food. Was it just that we’ve been missing him, or did they try harder this time? The Christmas Carol theme was hardly original, but worked quite well.
Amy in her police uniform and Rory as an old Roman was slightly odd, especially on board a spaceship, but seeing them in ‘clothes past’ almost made sense. And Michael Gambon is always good.
Matt Smith continues to put a smile on our faces, and his instant time travelling was fun and at times almost impossible to keep up with. Dashing back for the pin code was a good one.
If they are going to cast singers in the Christmas episodes, Katherine Jenkins was a much better choice than many, and her singing (it was ‘bleak midwinter’, wasn’t it?) was magical. The first song in particular worked so well, both for the shark and for us. Slightly strange to have her use the screwdriver as a microphone, but odder things have been known to happen.
Suitably romantic, suitably sweet little boy, and suitably literary Dickensian plot. According to Son it was a better Christmas Who than most. I agree.
Poirot falling to pieces was a novelty. I’ll give them that. But the consensus in these parts seemed to be that we prefer a slightly saner Poirot, and if the murderers can be more cheerful as they go about their business that would not be a bad thing. At least if it’s Murder on the Orient Express, and they are almost justified, and they get to travel on that great train.
But it must have been the justification that had the screenwriter in a twist. It wouldn’t be pc to allow murderers to get away with it (although it seems to be in vogue in real courts, here and now), so we need to have Poirot all religious and with flashback to a possible mistake made earlier, as well as putting the current murderers in context with the stoning of an adulteress.
It is a very Christmassy Christie, what with the snow and all. Considerably more current news than they could possibly have hoped for, as well. Trains stuck. Cold trains. Bad customer service. Ineffective digging in snow drifts. Almost British. The period feel is good, and the train is lovely.
But we don’t want Poirot falling to pieces. He didn’t in the ‘old’ film, nor, as far as I recall, did he in the book. When did he become a catholic, or at least, so overtly religious? As the film began Daughter muttered that she hoped they weren’t going to change who did it. A bit hard with this scenario, but it began to look as if they’d change Poirot’s decision at the end.
Was it just me, or had much of the casting been done by someone who knew exactly what each character should look like, as defined by the old film?
And was this intended as Poirot’s last case? If so, I suppose he’s allowed to go round the bend somewhat. As Son pointed out, everyone was so very angry.
Posted in Books, Crime, Film, Television
Tagged Agatha Christie, Barbara Hershey, Christmas, David Morrissey, David Suchet, Denis Menochet, Eileen Atkins, Hugh Bonneville, Jessica Chastain, Marie-Josée Croze, Samuel West, Toby Jones
with Joan Baez. Not a traditional Christmas song at all, but so very beautiful, and still so valid. To me it’s especially good that Joe Hill gets a mention.
There are other video clips of this song, and they are nearly all bad, with wobbly camera work or dreadful acoustics from various concert venues.
Let’s hope things will get better one day, both here and there.