Thank god for some good quality, brand new entertainment!
We’ve not been up to watching just anything, and Disney & Co will only take you so far.
But Staged on BBC One was like discovering diamonds when all you were looking for was limp, used, teabags. We were feeling grotty, but trying to make the best of things with Indian food delivered to the doorstep, when our smiles grew wider and wider as we watched David Tennant and Michael Sheen quarrelling in their respective locked-down homes.
It’s a rare thing when both the audience and the performers are in the same – albeit different – boat. They got to see how the other actors lived, and we got to see how they live, and we – almost – met Michael’s neighbour, and we wouldn’t dream of trying to hide our empty wine bottles. Not that we have any, of course.
David and Michael, ably assisted, or not, by their director and their finance woman, their respective spouses, and sister, and three heavy-weight actors in some great cameo roles. I can just about see myself writing a drama and casting Judi Dench. Although I realise she’d have to turn me down.
All three of us would have said we’d want to watch it very soon again, were it not for the fact that the Resident IT Consultant never says stuff like that, so it was just Daughter and me. But we will. It was like medicine. For the virus.
And their hair grew as we watched. Or so it seemed.
Posted in Drama, Television
Tagged Adrian Lester, Anna Lundberg, David Tennant, Georgia Moffett, Judi Dench, Lucy Eaton, Michael Sheen, Nina Sosanya, Samuel L Jackson, Simon Evans
I suppose it wasn’t bad that we lasted nine days? Good Omens was great enough that there was a limit to how long we could string it out. (I suppose we could always watch again.)
But as a friend said on social media, she hadn’t really seen much chat about Good Omens. Not like there always is for certain other television shows or new films. Whereas she started a bit of a discussion with that, it was still tame, and a few people didn’t know it was on, or what it was on. (That seemed to go for the religious people of America, as well, as they wanted Netflix to ban it…) And someone doesn’t like Terry Pratchett or Neil Gaiman.
We do, though, and we enjoyed all of it. I especially felt that Martin Sheen was Aziraphale. Whereas David Tennant as Crowley was mostly the Doctor, but that’s fine. There wasn’t really anyone I objected to, and you know how unusual that is. As for Dog, he was a lovely hell hound. Or was it the other way round?
The question is, watch again, or read again? I mean, in which order? Come to think of it, Son has the book. I might have to get my own copy, not in the slightest signed by either Terry or Neil.
It felt like a long wait, but now that it’s here I marvel at how they did it so fast. I think Neil hadn’t written the script when the news was made public at Terry’s memorial service. I hope Terry is satisfied with it. With an Aziraphale like that, and Dog, he surely must be?
It’s a good start. We watched two episodes of Good Omens on the first day, and we like it. One shouldn’t be greedy and watch it all, but this was a cheering thing.
I’d not been able to think ahead, as to whether Michael Sheen and David Tennant would be right for the roles. They are, though. I remember only enough of the details of the book to know that this is good and fun, and not so much that any dreadful discrepancies are able to howl at me.
But then, do you get those when the script has been written by [one of] the authors?
Now, how to pace ourselves a little..?
Is Steven Moffat taking us for granted? I found myself watching the Christmas episode of Doctor Who with mounting surprise. ‘Is this it? Whatever happened to the idea of a special something for Christmas?’
The 50th anniversary episode a month earlier was so very, very good that I somehow imagined they knew what they were doing. Perhaps they used up every ounce of great ideas for that, and now there was none left. My loyal in-house Whovian pointed out there were some nice in-jokes. Maybe there were. Maybe the hardcore fans always get more out of an episode than the mere spectator. But even idiot viewers should be given some fun, while the experts chuckle over the cleverness of whatever they’ve come up with.
If I was Peter Capaldi I’d sue for getting such a crap entry to what should be a fantastic new job. If I was Matt Smith I’d sue for getting nowhere near the kind of exit David Tennant had. I was just sitting there willing it to be over. Die and let’s see this new Doctor and then we can all go and watch Downton Abbey.
I’m gladder than ever that I watched the 50th shebang in November. It made me pleased to ‘be part of it.’ (So for the sake of clarity; I had nothing to do with the Christmas failure. Not the 50th either, obviously, but, you know…)
My in-house fan then showed me the Peter Davison half hour programme about the other former Doctors who – supposedly – weren’t part of the 50th show. That was terrific! I could happily watch it again.
Thankfully Doctor Who won’t be back for a while. They will need time to write something we will want to watch.
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Tagged Colin Baker, David Tennant, Doctor Who, Downton Abbey, Jenna-Louise Coleman, John Barrowman, Matt Smith, Peter Capaldi, Peter Davison, Russell T Davies, Steven Moffat, Sylvester McCoy, Tom Baker
Would fish fingers and chips – bunged in the oven – have made a difference, I wonder? I’ve been informed this is how mothers coped with Saturday dinners in the olden days of Doctor Who. Because it’s astonishing quite how many episodes I never watched as the Doctor returned to the home screens eight years ago.
I think I plonked Offspring down in front of the box to watch, because it was what you did. Generations of British children watched the Doctor and the Daleks from behind their sofas. I don’t think I really expected to watch. I had no proper upbringing that led me to want to do it. So I probably watched a couple of episodes to keep people company. And I caught glimpses of the Tardis and stuff as I dashed in and out of the room.
I have long been under the impression that I watched every other episode of season one. Now I know better. I didn’t. Not by a long shot. I ‘met’ Captain Jack Harkness only by hearing him talk soothingly to Rose, as she sailed across the London sky. I have a lot of weird, half-fake memories. Sat through the ‘are you my mummy’ episodes to keep Daughter calm. But they were creepy.
In fact, I didn’t care that Christopher Eccleston stopped Doctoring, because I simply didn’t know the man well enough to miss him. And he was followed by the lovely David Tennant, so was easily forgotten by me.
Luckily the lapses of yesteryear have been rectified. I have just watched every single episode of season one, up to and including the Christmas one where David Tennant mostly slept on the job. They were pretty good, on the whole. And I’m beginning to see why some fans moan these days. They really did write them better before. They just did.
Never mind who was the Doctor. It’s who wrote the script that matters.
The return of a new season of Doctor Who is all very well, but we were mostly thinking of Sarah Jane. The short tribute programme on CBBC after the first episode of Doctor Who had the witch family in tears. You sort of know you are sad that Elisabeth Sladen has died, but some things are better than others at bringing it home.
Nice comments made by her recent, and some less recent, co-stars is only what you expect. Old clips from when she was the Doctor’s companion were interesting to me, but possibly more meaningful for all those, like David Tennant and Russell T Davies, for whom Lis was the companion. There was Jo Grant who followed Sarah Jane as the Doctor’s companion.
Good to see the civilian versions of Rani, Clyde and Luke. Daughter had somehow imagined Luke would be a brain-box in real life as well.
But it was some of the more recent clips that did for us, especially the one with David Tennant at the end.
(It’s about 1minute 30 seconds in that hankies are needed. You have been warned.)
OK, so a few years ago I can almost understand why I couldn’t find any ready made NCIS wall calendars. Or any other kind of NCIS calendar. But now? The show is one of the most viewed in America. Maybe America is full of calendars? Maybe Americans don’t use them?
(Before people write in and tell me that you can get some on eBay; yes, I know. But they are not commercial calendars other than that someone has cottoned on to the fact that you can make calendars with images you don’t own, and sell them online. You can sell almost anything online. And as long as you don’t own the photos, you really shouldn’t make money off them. But there you are.)
Daughter has no particular desire for an NCIS calendar. She likes David Tennant, Doctor Who and John Barrowman. Among others. All very pleasant to look at and available in most calendar shops. I found a half price John Barrowman a few days into January, and he now graces the wall in her room. We’ve had David Tennant in the past. And space. The sky at night. A variety of things.
But me, I want an NCIS or Mark Harmon calendar. Also very decorative for almost any wall. But where can I buy one? Apart from the eBay variety. If I’m going to have a homemade calendar I might as well make it at home. That way I can have the photos I like.
It just strikes me as ludicrous that we run our own calendar cottage industry every year.
Anyway, this year’s desk calendar recently made it through production and is now sitting on my desk. The wall calendars got ever trickier with size and amount of ink for printing, so we gave up on those.
Just think, though, how convenient it’d be to just buy one. And surely Mark is as calendar-worthy as a cute kitten or some majestic mountain scenery? Don’t want to start discussing the local fire brigade’s calendar here, but you know…
Not many dry eyes in the house when Single Father was on this evening. Daughter obviously wanted to watch because it was David Tennant, and at one point I stopped and wondered whether we just thought, or assumed, it would be great because it starred the ex-Doctor.
But it was quite good, except I could have done without seeing the death scene twice. Once was more than enough.
Nice with some Scottish accents and scenery, and as ever with television a house that is rather better than you’d realistically expect these people to live in. But nice.
And the bishop had the Doctor’s back. It’s not what they normally do, but in the end I quite liked the bishop.
Poor Amy spent the second of the angel episode busy not looking at the angels. Or at anything. I could just see how those converses were going to take a tumble, seeing as she couldn’t see. But the soil was too well raked. They need to rough it up if they are going to be face first in the stuff again.
I know Daughter was busy counting kisses for David Tennant. Was this Matt Smith’s first Doctor kiss? And if they are going to use the phrase ‘getting married in the morning’ much more, I’ll break into song. It’s almost an irresistible urge. I’ll be Bryn Terfel.
Scared Bob was fairly scary at the end, I thought. It was the mild way he had of speaking, coupled with the things he had to say, which made it shivery stuff. Enough to make anyone crack up?
Sorry about that very bad crack. And sorry about that one, too.
It made a change that I could work a few things out before they ‘happened’, on the brand new Doctor Who. I think it’s because I’m cleverer, but I could be wrong about being right. Whatever, I liked the new, not totally baked Doctor. Though neither my cooking nor my baking tend to clutch their hearts and go on about it. But our new Doctor is a man (nothing new there) and young, so probably doesn’t suffer in silence.
I think people have been far too hung up on David Tennant, and forgetting that he was created by scriptwriters. So no reason at all why a new Doctor can’t be as loveable. And as I reminded Daughter before it started, we have seen Matt Smith in a couple of things before and liked him.
The Eleventh Hour was a pretty good beginning. Scary, but not behind-the-sofa scary. I expect that may come next week.
And we may not have a female Doctor – yet – but Amy is feisty and will make up for their lack of forward thinking in that department. I hope she will be a real thorn (the nice kind, obviously) in her companion’s side. Teach him to be late, if nothing else. Hope she hung on to the handcuffs.
(Photos © BBC)