david “god” attenborough with a cockatoo, young princess anne and prince charles with his tie tucked into his shorts. d’aaw.
this entire show is brilliant but jimmy carr killed it from circa 03:00.
i didn’t know him before graham norton. the control in his voice is very impressive. dude knows exactly what he’s doing.
even skins couldn’t be good after season 2.
will grow up to be
(click title for article about which i get to maybe by the end of this rant)
if you’re a fan of good television writing, you’ll know that the uk constantly trumps the rest of the world’s collective asses at it. i can’t even, if you don’t agree (i rest my case).
america makes good shows but the sheer volume of materials produced means a hell of a lot of crap also gets made and the good ones get no love at all *ahemarresteddevelopmentcough*. but they also commit the cardinal sin of wanting to remake everything. it’s this weird form of patriotism that convinces them that foreign shows, even canadian as in this case won’t survive unless it’s set in american towns with american names and american size 0s.
they’ve managed to butcher many shows using this bogus theory (they’re on the verge with skins and shameless). don’t even with the office, that’s the exception to the rule.
and yet, with the news that being erica might be remade, a strangely canadian instinct kicks in. even knowing american tv’s history of fucking up time and again, what if they make this better? btw i don’t even watch the show. i know it’s decent and a hit. it’s not a big enough hit that people would remember that the original was canadian. but what if they take this modest canadian success and somehow it takes off? have i said canadian enough?
i know fully well that this is the craziest of insecurities (like fearing an obesity related death before the franken-chickens hatch). but what if, dammit. you can’t prove it’s your thing that the bully stole because your name’s not on it. i’m bursting with metaphors here. mark your names, canadian writers. etch it in into that eraser even if it breaks your heart and ruins the design.
oh my god this isn’t even about this anymore.
just one episode in, but i like this bbc wales drama. not just because it stars another of my girl crushes ayesha dharker, but also because it’s a change from the usual more brick lane-type immigrant stories from the uk. it’s been pretty light-weight so far on the prejudice the first big wave of post-colonial immigrants faced. they’re this high-falutin’ couple from delhi after all, as opposed to villagers fleeing from poverty.
ayesha dharker’s character is kind of interesting: pulling strings with friends in high places and rubbing shoulders with the mountbattens. a familiarly british class-mentality. it’s interesting because as much as people think indians are obsessed with caste, it’s actually socio-economic class that’s the bigger indicator/divider for most people from cities. it’s true.
anyway, with the promise of a story-arc in the form of some mysterious diary of the former doctor, i might just stick with this. also way to choose a title, bbc. obviously their train of though being: “welsh village full of patients > the english patient > the indian doctor. aha!”
— sean lock on the only thing he learnt in chemistry class (how to spell with symbols), 8 out of 10 cats.