Friday, February 23, 2007

Doctor Who filming photos!

David and John together! WOOO! (via our man with the news, Mr. Buckley)

BTW can I post one here? It says 'Please do not hot link these photos' but I don't know what that means... While we're waiting...

Oh, and that font of all knowledge, says that David and Sarah Parish will be on Jonathan Ross's radio show tomorrow morning - just to make the best thing on radio even better :)

Thursday, February 22, 2007


...that song at the end of The Christmas Invasion? Well I didn't think Neil Hannon had anything to do with writing it, but maybe I'm wrong, because there's a version of him singing it on this myspace fan page. Love Don't Roam from The Runaway Bride is also on there.

Thanks to the fabulous Cheryl for the link.

Monday, February 19, 2007

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Primeval ep.2

And all I could concentrate on was that BLOODY GLARE!

Olivier Awards announced

All the nominees and winners here. Lots of deserved recognition for Sunday In The Park With George, but surprisingly little for Rock and Roll (just Best Actor for the utterly brilliant Rufus Sewell).

Thursday, February 15, 2007

Joss Stone at the Brits...

... with purple hair. With an awful sub-60's dress. With an American accent. Singing Rehab in her Joss Stone voice. Trying to be funny.

My goodness it was simultaneously the best and worst thing of the whole night.

As for the awards, all pretty guessable....

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Is Eric Idle a Very Naughty Boy...

... for cashing in? It'll probably be great though. I think I'd rather see this than Spamalot to be honest.

Pic of the Day involving two comedians #2


From last week's Buzzcocks. Remember Preston walks off tonight.

Tuesday, February 13, 2007

His Dark Materials movie

It's coming along, and it's looking great. Here's some promotional shots, with the pick of the bunch below:

Daniel Craig as Lord Asriel (looking better than as Bond, in my opinion...)

The alethiometer:
The Alethiometer

Dakota Blue Richards as Lyra. I wish she weren't blonde, but she's got a great face
Lyra ~ Dakota Blue Richards

Nicole Kidman as Mrs. Coulter, an inspired bit of casting
Mrs Coulter Dressing

London... hmm bit too different to our London for my liking...

New BBC2 idents


Sunday, February 11, 2007

Primeval reaction

Well, a quick search seems to have it range from the really bad, through flawed, and so-so, to unconditional praise. That, I think, is what they call the 'full gamut'. The most common response, however, was surprise at an ITV show not being truly awful. I can't tell you the number of times I've read 'better than I thought it would be' - honestly, do a search and you'll see what I mean. If they want to improve, ITV really do have to take that as a back-handed compliment and nothing more.

(By the way, I also read this line: "the script was better than any I've seen on modern Dr. Who". That made me feel slightly ill. Oh, and you may have noticed that I didn't mention any of the acting in my review, with Mr Henshall as notably absent. That's because the script was so bad that I can't bear to judge him when having to act it out.)

Lisa's great review.


So we know of at least one lovely lady who's been excited about this, and I'm happy to say she loved it (comments.) I was excited too. The more fun, exciting, classy television featuring Scottish actors the better in my book.

But Primeval wasn't really any of these things. Fun, perhaps... exciting and classy, certainly not. They were going for classy but didn't quite pull it off. Case in point - the glare off the torches in the wood. Now I know that artificially-added glare can look cool, but they were RIDICULOUS! You'd think those little Maglites had harnessed little bits of the sun. I know it's a trivial thing but it just demonstrates the show's inability to do anything really well, while clearly trying their damnedest. I'll give them the special effects, they were easily as good as a Doctor Who episode - though they're still, to me, the weakest aspect of that series, so it's not a massive compliment. People might say it's unfair to compare Primeval to the greatest tv success story of our time, but they set themselves up for it. Look at the subject matter, look at the time-slot, look at the ex-teeny-popstar for goodness sake. No, they were asking for it, and they shouldn't have done because they're only going to come off looking bad.

This wasn't awful, and I'll be watching again I'm sure, but I had to excuse too many things by saying to myself - well, it's a kid's show. You just never have to do that Doctor Who (yes, the Slitheen, I know). But worst of all was the script. It was really quite poor - no wit, no heart, no drama. And everything was revealed far too quickly. In the space of an hour we've had the rumour of dinosaurs, the proof of dinosaurs, the discovery of a rip in time, a little expedition into the rip in time, and a full back story for Cutter.

I'm being harsher on this than it possibly deserves but, like one of those cruel-to-be-kind teachers you only appreciate in hindsight, I just want it to do better. It should do better, and I think I'll keep watching until it gets there.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

As You Like It - Sheffield Crucible, 10/02/07

I know it is the most famous speech of the play, but this production, directed by the out-going Sam West, really did take the line 'All the world's a stage' as its very heart. It made its theatricality explicit- characters hoisted up a single stylised tree to represent the forest of Arden, the back of the stage had the barres and mirrors of a rehearsal space, and the 'fourth wall' was constantly torn down. I've got to admit that I'm getting a little bored with minimalist, monochrome productions, of which this is another example, but the sparse set was an integral part of West's vision, so I'll let them off this time. Of course, with Rosalind and Celia dressing up to escape the Duke's court, and Rosalind pretending to be witty young man while wooing Orlando, As You Like It is a play which especially lends itself to a discussion of artifice and playing many parts, so this approach was very successful, and satisfying.

While one of the first productions of West's tenure, Much Ado About Nothing, was criticised for ignoring the darker aspects of the play (though for me, the strength of the comedy pretty much compensated), the first half of this production was noticably light on laughs, but this is perhaps not a failing. It allowed for a real menace to be introduced into Duke Federick's mafia-like regime, and made the contrast between the repressive court and the Forest all the greater. Plus, Harry Peacock was so brilliant as the clown Touchstone that to wish for more laughter seems a little churlish.

And so to the leads. Eve Best is the actress that every director wants to work with at the moment, after apparently superlative turns in Hadda Gabler, and the Old Vic's Moon for the Misbegotten, and from her performance here it's easy to see why. Best's Rosalind is strong in the face of unjust exile, but wonderfully giddy in love, and, best of all, visibly enjoys playing Ganymede, as simply being male allows her to give her sharp wit the free rein it is usually denied. Opposite Best as Orlando is Sam Troughton, who Michael Billington descibred as 'unusually strong' (as in he is an unusually strong Orlando, not compared to his previous roles...). Alas I don't have anything to compare his performance to, but he really was great - fiercely angry as the disinherited younger brother, and completely unashamed - bullish even - in his love for Rosalind.

This is a production that refuses to simply be a mindless romp, but instead gently urges you to think about those 'many parts' we play... with a healthy dose of mindless rompery thrown in for good measure.

Saturday, February 03, 2007

I'm obsessed...

...again. Now with the Simple Kid song 'Oh Heart, Don't Be Bitter'. No handy myspace link for this one (well to his page, but not to the song in question, though 'Lil King Kong and The Ballad of Elton John are also great) so you'll just have to buy the album, won't you. And you really should. He's been described as the post-modern Dylan and the Irish Beck and while he's understandably uncomfortable with both of these comparisons, he's worthy of both. Fuzzy beats, country licks, simple love songs, multi-layered epics... he's just brilliant.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Dean on Mark Watson's 36 hour gig

Here. It's a fab read, and didn't make me at all jealous. Well, maybe just a little.