If anyone was expecting me to comment on the second series of Mad Men, I’m sorry but I can’t. I’d missed the first series, despite often hearing it was good. Right now, the second series has kicked off on the BBC. I did my best to watch the first episode, but failed miserably. Then came episode two. By now I’d remembered the show was broadcast on Wednesday nights just after
midnight (11.20pm local time) and repeated on Saturday nights. I’d programmed my dvd recorder for the third episode, so that I wouldn’t miss it… after the show I turn on the tv and what do I see? Mad Men. Apparently the BBC wanted to show a documentary about Margaret Thatcher on the Mad Men slot (no points for making cheap puns now) and so the series was moved to 00.50am local time (which is nearly 2am my time).
Suddenly I remember why I never watched series one in the first place… if a show is broadcast on the most odd moments off the day, how do they expect people to watch it? I have no problem with a show being moved for a good reason, but a documentary on Thatcher could’ve just been shown every hour of the day.
Which brings us to the question “Why is there a need to show quizzes like QI three times a week?”. It all started with Have I Got News for You (which got one regular repeat and one with bonus footage) and Graham Norton Uncut (which contained material they had to bleep out pre-watershed), but now it seems business as usual to repeat every show at least twice, no matter how pointless that may be. (Also, do they change the scores on the longer versions of the show? Otherwise, it’s just banter to fill dead moments.)
The BBC have begun to be cruel to BBC Four programmes (which are repeated on BBC Two for people who don’t have access to the Beeb’s digital channels – still an overwhelming majority of the people).
Take Charlie Brooker’s Screenwipe, for instance. They began to air the final episode of the series, then moved it to another slot on another day and started showing the episodes in a different order than announced, never showed the longer episode on screenplays and thus ended one week early, so they broadcast the final episode again.
Mad Men is also repeated, as I think I mentioned before. The late night repeat is shown on Saturday nights. I’m sorry, but that’s about as specific as I can get. It tends to start somewhere between midnight and 2am. The best way to make you sure you’ll be able to watch it is to take the entire night of programming and you’ll find it somewhere on your hard disk. This is also how you’ll discover BBC2 still broadcasts subtitled movies. They’re on most Saturday nights, somewhere after 3am.
Don’t get me wrong, I still like BBC2, but I hate the tendency of having to drag a magazine to my television to see where they’ve stuck a series now while they’re repeating other programmes incessantly, just to fill up dead air. By the way, next week’s episode of Mad Men will be shown on the regular slot. No doubt – in an attempt to be original – they’ll show that one in reverse.
Recently we’ve been exposed to remakes of The Texas Chain Saw Massacre, The Hills Have Eyes and Last House on the Left. (Just wait one more month for that – well, “wait” is a big word, “hide” may be better.) Those movies had two things in common: one was already mentioned by me (they’re remakes), the other similarity is that they all sucked. Yes, those were horribly nasty pictures, but they were also social commentaries. And oops, didn’t the remake people forget to include this vital element?
chavs are back and keen on disturbing the couple’s inner peace and quiet. Steve walks up to them to tell them it isn’t nice to be so loud and to let their fierce dog scare this girlfriend. As they pretend to ignore him, Steve turns down their radio. What follows can only be described as X being worse than Y for Y’s being bad to X. The situation escalates and a painful accident becomes the catalyst for extreme nastiness and I mean really extreme nastiness. Apart from dealing with uncontrollable kids and parental ignorance (“No sir, my kid doesn’t do that.”), Eden Lake also dips its toe in peer pressure and its 21st century variant (the camera on the mobile phone).
bushes surrounding her. Of course, this can be explained too: it’s about the last place they’ll go and look for her (and it’s a great excuse for getting Kelly Reilly dirty as hell), but it’s just another example of Eden Lake just liking its own filth a bit too much.
Eden Lake is the directorial debut of James Watkins, but it’s not the first movie he worked on. In 2002 he wrote another lovely horror movie, My Little Eye (which was a mix of horror and Big Brother). If some parts of Eden Lake make you think of The Descent, you’re not the only one. Apparently Watkins liked that other great slice of British horror so much he was willing to pen the sequel. The Descent: Part 2 should open later this year. Well, in the UK anyway. Eden Lake didn’t hurry itself to cinemas worldwide, I must say: while the movie opened in Belgium, the DVD was released in the UK. (Which gives the Dutch audience the choice between importing the dvd or waiting another three months before the film is released in cinemas over there.)
Anyway, back to the movie… you can’t say the film is a pleasant experience. You’ll have a tough time rating Eden Lake because the film is so disturbing. As I pointed out before, the movie isn’t perfect. As I also tried to point out, you’re willing to forgive some of those mistakes because the film has a point to make and needs to get there. Plus, some of the choices made by Jenny and Steve are irritatingly stupid, but can we blame the film for that or the characters (or does this just add to the realism of the film)? And let’s not forget the absolute horror in some of the scenes. You’ll feel like a twisted psychopath for claiming you liked this movie.
I’d finally got round to writing my Eden Lake review (promised only eons ago) when I found the news on DV that someone else was going to put something on DV’s frontpage. So in order to give Neko’s Fritt Vilt the attention it deserves (by the way, you can find that review
Sturges had a wonderful talent for screwball comedy. The Palm Beach Story is one of his easiest comedies, some of his movies have more heart-breaking drama than comedic scenes. The man seemed to be the specialist of movies that made you cry rather than laugh. Which doesn’t mean they don’t make you laugh.