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*This is an edited version of my TV column. The real thing, plus contests, goofs, lookalike pictures and more, can be found each Sunday only in the Daily Star Sunday.
NOV 10. I REALLY wanted to love His Dark Materials, but so far the £40million BBC series seems duller than Mary Beard’s smalls. Episode one will have left anyone who hasn’t read Philip Pullman’s spell-binding books as confused as Dianne Abbott in a GCSE maths exam. And we haven’t even got to the armour-plated talking polar bears yet. On this parallel earth everyone’s soul exists as a “daemon” or spirit animal. Bold Lord Asriel has a female snow leopard, his orphan niece Lyra a male stoat and so on. I have no idea why they’re the opposite sex. Maybe it’s to keep Sam Smith happy.
Lyra was a baby when Asriel dropped her off at Oxford’s Jordan College. She’s 12 when he returns and sees her kindly college master (Clarke Peters from The Wire) try to poison him. This world is ruled by a powerful religious cult called the Magisterium who suppress dissent with the zeal of the KGB, you see. And Asriel is guilty of “heresy” because he’s discovered other earths exists and knows that adults are smothered in Dust – a metaphor for freewill that the Magisterium call original sin. There are also the Gobblers – wasn’t that the Slater sisters’ nickname? – who abduct young boys, including Lyra’s orphan pal Roger and Gyptian youth Billy. The Gyptians are a nomadic gypsy-like clan but in the parallel world of woke BBC casting they look more like a badly aged 1970s Coke ad. Ruth Wilson’s Mrs Coulter lacks the poise and sinister class that Nicole Kidman brought to the film role. Let’s hope it picks up pace tonight cos right now Lyra’s truth-telling Alethiometer, or golden compass, is swinging steadily towards “swerve it”.
*IMAGINE if souls did take the shape of the animal that most mirrored your spirit. Reality TV would be awash with braying donkeys, preening peacocks, foul-smelling skunks and sex-changing moray eels. Much like Parliament.
EVER feel cheated? We found out who killed Katy on Dublin Murders but not how Cassie’s supernatural clone Lexie came into being, or who had murdered those kids in the woods two decades before. The chief suspect was a malicious forest spirit with “an inhuman voice” who presumably also killed Cassie’s parents and stalked Rob as a wolf. So why wasn’t this powerful but unsettling Irish folk pixie picking off the workers destroying its woodland home? Possibly because he’s too busy being a judge on The X Factor. But it looks like he’ll be back for Frank next series. Katy’s super-bright psycho sister Rosalind manipulated Damien into murdering her to punish their parents. Rosalind was unwanted; we knew that because her doped-up mum burst into her shower to shout “I never wanted you” the week before. Bless. She was also smart enough to expose Rob and ruin his investigation. Sarah Phelps over-complicated the story but it still went down like a double Dingle.
WOO-HOO! Britannia is back and it’s madder than Stormzy at a Jacob Rees-Mogg rally. The Romans, led by power-crazed psycho General Alus, invaded two years ago and discovered that life in Ancient Britain was like one long Led Zeppelin after-show party – all boobs out, trippy visions and pagan chanting. Now Steve Pemberton has turned up on an elephant as Emperor Claudius in a rotten temper, not surprising when he has Tourette’s, painful piles “hanging down to my ankles”, and Alus plying him with poisoned plonk. Historians will weep, but fans lap it up. No-one asks how the Romans and Brits speak the same lingo, or why they’re using runes hundreds of years too early...
HOT on TV: Jean Smart, Watchmen (SkyAt)... Leah McNamara, Dublin Murders... The End of the F***ing World.
ROT on TV: Mike Bushell (no relation) – Strictly’s chronic “comic turn” isn’t even bad enough to be funny... Catherine the grating... Flirty Dancing – foxtrot Oscar.
WITH the polls just weeks away, isn’t it a shame we can’t elect TV executives? I’d vote for anyone who pledged to cut back on soaps (and cheer them up), develop mainstream comedies and value entertainers over talentless “celebrities”. We’ve had enough ham-fisted woke dramas too.
WELCOME back TV historian Lucy Worsley! Lucy, who famously struggles with her Rs, says the BBC once asked her to make a series on the Romanovs called Russia: from Royalty to Revolution. She claims she asked: “Are you deliberately trolling me here?” Although it’s odds-on she actually said twolling.
*TOYAH Wilcox thought the Little Big Horn was called “The Battle Of Custer” on Celebrity Mastermind. She won – which says a lot about the brainpower of her rivals. In fairness, Joe Pasquale got more answers right but only dogs could hear him.
*THEY had to dream up an amusement park ride on The Apprentice. Lottie has already experienced the Big One this series, allegedly.
SMALL Joys of TV: Four Rooms and Celia Sawyer. Julia Brown, World On Fire. Mark Bonnar, Guilt. The Addams Family on YouTube. The incredible Iranian viper on Seven Worlds, One Planet. Thomas, The Apprentice.
RANDOM irritations: Rubbish acts on Harry Hill’s Clubnite. Comedy Legends failing to grasp the meaning of the second word of its title. Martin Bashir – should get x-rayed so we can find out what Cowell sees in him.
SEPARATED at birth: Rylan and Ant Middleton? One took on incredible odds and somehow survived the backlash, the other has never even seen Babushka.
NOV 3. NOTHING on TV for Halloween was as scary as those four orca whales pursuing a single, nimble penguin on Seven Worlds, One Planet. Except maybe when that knackered penguin chick evaded a leopard seal only to see it drag itself onto the ice and crawl after it like a scene from Terminator 2… Attenborough’s latest series is breathtaking and heart-breaking in equal parts – the first penguin was eaten alive. But that’s nature, kids, red in tooth and claw. Anything else is Disney propaganda.
The beautifully shot show is packed with gripping scenes. When I saw that elephant bull seal – bald, burly and aggressive, with “the mating rights to 60 females” I can’t have been the only one thinking Phil Mitchell... Especially when he laid into that younger randy bull for a bit of seal sumo, blasting him with Force 9 halitosis. “Fifteen centimetres of blubber is protection against the cold but not from a four ton opponent,” noted Sir David, which is as true in Antarctica as it is of Victoria on Who Are You Calling Fat?
Episode one showed us hermaphrodite molluscs with an “anyone will do” approach to mating; again, very Enders – sexuality switches on a whim in Walford. We saw a jellyfish devoured by sea anemones and an albatross chick shunned by its mum because it had been blown off its nest. Climate change was to blame apparently, because they never had high winds in Antarctica before... They over-relied on background music to tell us what to feel and over-did the eco-hysteria. Cue cameraman Rolf sobbing like a Bake Off loser, hardly suitable for a rational documentary. “This might be the most critical moment for life on Earth since the continents formed,” Attenborough speculated. It might, but odds-on the asteroid that wiped out the dinosaurs was a bit more decisive.
JUST when you thought TV couldn’t get any dumber along came Victoria on Who Are You Calling Fat? The self-styled “body-acceptance coach” said it was “able-ist” to ask questions about mobility and claimed “Health doesn’t exist, it’s a social construct”. So the fat had clearly reached her head. Victoria thought “O-words” like obesity and overweight were “offensive” and dismissed health concerns as “internalised fat-phobia”. Lorry driver Jack correctly summed her argument up as “b*ll*cks”. But common sense and Victoria went together like hardening and arteries. Even Colin, whose leg had been amputated as a result of type 2 diabetes couldn’t change her mind. “The science is bogus,” she declared. “Out of date... hurtful to fat people.” Deluded nitwits often think they can change the world by banning words (or clapping!), censoring views or ignoring reality. Worryingly, cowardly institutions go along with them.
LIKE me, you’ve probably wondered what Love Island would be like if one of the contestants was a merciless sociopath. On Killer Camp eleven unsuspecting twerps turned up for what they thought was a new reality show set in a US-style summer camp. They only realised something was amiss when Feargal’s boat exploded minutes later... This was Love Island meets Cluedo, with a splash of The Mole and pot-loads of paranoia. Irritating camp counsellor Bobby revealed that one of them was a secret psycho ordering masked handyman Bruce to do their bidding. Nurry got knocked off next, allegedly decapitated by razor wire as she raced Eleanor on a segway. Gruesome yes but if you love 80s slasher films you probably stuck with it all week.
HOT on TV: the England rugby squad – roll on 2023…Lee Mack... Guilt... Giri/Haji.
ROT on TV: Danny Dyer, The Wall – Dyer-bolical, one wall even Trump wouldn’t love…See (Apple) – See? Saw. Majorly flawed…Get It Covered – get it stopped.
POPULAR culture is superhero crazy the whole world over, so why don’t we adapt our own comic strip characters for TV? We had Dan Dare (pilot of the future), Captain Hurricane, Marvelman, Alf Tupper (the tough of the track), Sexton Blake, heroic Garth… Super-villains included The Steel Claw, Springheel’d Jack (the terror of London), and indestructible hooligan Super-Yob…all a lot more fun than World On Fire.
*ON Strictly, Motsi complemented Catherine “Eva Price” Tyldesley for her “upstairs” but added “downstairs there was something
missing”. Blimey. No wonder Corrie’s Aidan cheated. *I SAW The Accident and witnessed something terrible. The acting, the accents, the contrived plot...
*THE hapless Apprentice contenders were hunting for a “bushel box” in their buying task this week. I’d have let Jemelin find me... and treated her to that elusive rigger-jigger.
SMALL Joys of TV: Lily Frazer in her cat costume on Motherland. Britain In Colour. Simon Callow in The Dead Room. The Kominsky Method. Rude Boy: The Story of Trojan Records (Sky Arts).
RANDOM irritations: Claudia’s fringe. Simon Cowell saving Martin Bashir over Olivia Olson – so much for “It’s a singing contest”. Chris Ramsay gurning his way through Strictly. Apprentice dimwits.