Showing posts with label Telly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Telly. Show all posts

Monday, 3 June 2013

Jean Stapleton (1923-2013)

She brightened my childhood in repeats of "All in the Family".

Friday, 29 March 2013

Richard Griffiths (1947-2013)

From Harry Potter to "The History Boys" and everything before, between and after, Richard Griffiths was a fantastic actor and it was always a pleasure to watch him.

Tuesday, 28 June 2011

Margaret Tyzack (1931-2011)

She was amazing as Claudius' mother Antonia in "I, Claudius" and got to see her at least twice on stage - although I missed her in "The Chalk Garden" (for which she won an Olivier), I got to see her in "Phèdre" along Helen Mirren.

I haven't seen that much of her elsewhere (there was also a "Miss Marple" BBC adaptation) but wherever she was, she was a pleasure to watch.

Thursday, 14 January 2010

The Simpsons turn 20

The little yellow ones are 20 years old today. I still clearly remember when they arrived on Portuguese TV, a year or two later after the US premiere. I guess it's telling of my age - but the scary thought is this: those who were born on the same year as "The Simpsons" premiered, are halfway through their University degrees. Makes you feel old, doesn't it?

Tuesday, 27 October 2009

M. Poirot's residence

Because I absolutely love Agatha Christie and David Suchet's definitive portrait of Poirot, here's one of the main images of the series - the block of flats posing as "Whitehaven Mansions". A few years ago I bumped into it by accident. More of London should be like this, beautifully Art Deco.

Sunday, 30 August 2009

Suddenly, Last Summer (1993)

Half a lifetime ago, I was mesmerised by the BBC production of Tennessee Williams' "Suddenly, Last Summer". It starred Maggie Smith, Natasha Richardson and Rob Lowe, and to be honest I have no idea why I watched it. It is quite likely that I already had seen the film version with Katharine Hepburn. I loved the suffocating atmosphere, the faded sunset orange range of colours that inhabit it and the clash between the two actresses. It was a found memory.

Last night I watched it again, projected at the BFI. I can't say this showed it at its best light. Television from the early 1990s doesn't look very well project into a screen, even if the screen is not terribly big (and the NFT2 isn't). It highlights the technical differences between the two mediums (film and TV) simply by showing the amount of detail lost. Nevertheless, all I said above holds. It is still a fantastic version of the play. I have now seen the film a few times, saw a stage version not terribly long ago and have become fairly familiar with Williams' universe.

Last summer (ok, it should be the previous summer, but it doesn't sound as appropriate), Sebastian Venable broke with tradition and instead of going abroad with his mother, took his cousin Cathy instead. By the end of the summer he was dead. These are the facts. The play shows the clash between the two women - each wanting to tell her truth, and although we end believing in Cathy, truth is on the eye of the beholder. Cathy suggests that Sebastian was a predatory gay man, Mrs Venable says he was a chaste, asexual being. The stakes are high - if she loses, Cathy will be lobotomised.

Natasha Richardson gives Cathy a sexual presence of a woman who, as she says herself, had her coming out (as in a débutante's coming out) in the Latin Quarter of New Orleans before she came out to the city's society. She yarns for a freedom that has been denied, but Richardson leaves us wondering if she really is all there (something Elizabeth Taylor couldn't show in 1959 or even wasn't able to do as actress). On the other side of the ring is Maggie Smith. She is the only actress (or actor) that I have seen eclipse Judi Dench. To say that she is one of the great living actresses is an understatement, and she proves it here. Imposing, aristocratic and sure of the power of her money to buy and manipulate all other, her Mrs Venable is a poised tower of strength. But suddenly, you see the cracks - during Cathy's telling of her version, her face, and her eyes, scream with horror, a silent horror, of someone being confronted with facts they have chosen to ignore. Which made me wonder if this particular text doesn't work better in mediums where you can have close-ups.

In the middle of the two women, there's Dr Cukrowicz. It's a thankless part. He doesn't do anything throughout, just bridge between one or the other of the leading ladies. But Rob Lowe really stinks. Maybe because Smith and Richardson are so good, he comes out even worse. He really just looks pretty...

I really would like to see more plays adapted to TV (and the key word is adapted). There was such a good tradition in British television, and it seems to have died out. But I guess I am in a minority, and that times have changed, etc. Oh well...

Saturday, 25 April 2009

Bea Arthur (1922-2009)

Since I first knew of her through TV, I was wondering if I should go with some clip from "Maude" or "The Golden Girls", but in the end it was really a no-brainer. Here is the excellent Bea Arthur in a duel of words with the also excellent Angela Lansbury, the hilarious "Bosom Buddies" from "Mame" (since Angela Lansbury was not in the film, I prefer this one from the Tonys).

Friday, 30 January 2009

Bristol and "Being Human"

A few days ago the BBC showed "Being Human", a series based on a pilot first screened about a year ago as part of the revamping of BBC Three. The show is set in Bristol, so its main charm to me is to spot the locations they’ve used, as with "Teachers" a few years ago, or the odd episode of "Skins" I’ve caught. I lived there for four years, and despite the fact that I was really, really bored of the city by the end, it were four very important years in my life and I got very attached to the place. Actually, since they were shooting "Teachers" while I was there, I managed to spot some of the cast walking around the city, including Andrew Lincoln, who was the lead.

As for the show itself, well… it doesn't really live to expectations. A vampire, a werewolf and a ghost share a flat in Bristol, and the first two work in a hospital. As with the pilot, the first episode started really well, and then doesn't go very far. Moreover, the cast has (with one exception) and all but one of those changes were for the worst. The one exception was aided by the fact that the character was rewritten for the series. I shall continue watching it, if nothing else to see which other places I can recognise still – I loved "revisiting" the St Nicholas' Market area.

Tuesday, 22 July 2008

Estelle Getty (1923-2008)

The world is slightly less funny place tonight...