Saturday, 22 March 2008

TV face-off

It's a TV face-off: can Precious Ramotswe see off He Kills Coppers? ponders Caitlin Moran...

Ooooh, it's a drama war between the BBC and ITV1! On the same day, in the same time slot, we have He Kills Coppers v The No 1 Ladies' Detective Agency! How flattering of the big broadcasters, to presume that, instead of spending Sunday night looking for talking cats on YouTube, what we really want is some classy drama, which we will appreciate, because we are cultured, and dead posh, and eat sandwiches with a knife and fork. Off a plate.

As it turns out, you don't need to be posh at all for The No 1 Ladies' Detective Agency. You could be eating cornflakes off the floor with your face for all it demands of you. Whenever you see the credit “adapted by Richard Curtis”, you know you are unlikely to wander into an hour of killer replicants, Jungian dream sequences and random narrative time shifts. And, sure enough, The No 1 Ladies' Detective Agency is, like the book that spawned it, “charming”. It's all “lovely shots of giraffes in the bush” this, and “people quoting old African proverbs at each other while drinking rooibos tea on the veranda” that. And endless amounts of “Jill Scott as Precious Ramotswe, being a warm-hearted, maverick woman” the other. It might as well be called the “We Love Jill Scott's Gentle Eyes and Indomitable Spirit Show”.

In fact, if you put aside the faintly incongruous side-plot about witchcraft and child sacrifice - I know! How unexpectedly and randomly dark! - then The No 1 Ladies' actually plays out like a Botswanan version of The Vicar of Dibley. Here's the “sturdy” Precious Ramotswe (Scott), breaking with all traditions and taking on a job (detective) that was previously the employ of men. Here's her slightly odd, socially maladroit sidekick (Anika Noni Rose as Grace Makutsi), whom she takes under her wing. Here's the village she moves to, full of both a) lovely scenery and b) eccentric, handily plot-generating local characters.

No wonder Curtis chucked his hat into the ring to adapt the book. Once the proper series starts - this is just the pilot - he can dig out a couple of old scripts, scribble out “Dibley” and “labrador” and replace them with “Gaborone” and “lion”, and then take the rest of the afternoon off. And why not? I like Curtis. I like his cheery films that believe in love. It's no crime to make warm, accessible, prime-time dramas - although from the amount of sniffy comments people have been making about The No 1 Ladies' Detective Agency, you'd think it was. And besides, it's scarcely like the pappy, artless Wild at Heart, but with some mysteries. This is a prime-time drama with an all-black cast, and cinematography by the sadly departed Anthony Minghella - you don't get too many of them to the pound. And it also has the year's best cameo so far - David Oyelowo as a musky, jivey, priapic stud-stoat practically writhing off the screen with glee. He needs to play a hyperactive sleazebag in tight trousers more often. He has a great talent. And the ladies will know what I mean when they watch it.

However, if you can bear to leave the warm, bath-like ease of The No 1 Ladies' Detective Agency, then do flick over to the categorically superior He Kills Coppers on ITV1 - not least for its opening monologue from Rafe Spall, which might be the most Cockney thing that's ever happened. I can't tell you how excitingly he delivers the phrase “Not that I gave a shit - I'm a bloody good thief taker, and I knew where I was going.” I've been trying to crowbar a poor impression into conversations all week. The children have taken it very badly.

He Kills Coppers is superior, feel-the-lining-on-this stuff - bafflingly good for ITV1. Spall is a low, sure, hypnotic note - a cocksure, slightly bent rookie detective in 1966; all fags, Brylcreem and tarts. The great casting continues with the mesmeric Kelly Reilly as a prostitute who is both fragile and brassily capable: a certain kind of working-class girl you got in “the olden days”, who was a feminist before feminism was invented. Alas, the retro detailing seems to extend to the sound-mix, which seems to have been done through a single mono loudspeaker in 1966 - whole swaths of dialogue are inaudible. But if you have subtitles on your TV, this is definitely the winner of the Sunday Night Drama Stand-Off.

The No 1 Ladies' Detective Agency, Easter Day, BBC One, 9pm; He Kills Coppers, Easter Day, ITV1, 9pm

Further reading: Jill Scott is the soul of a gumshoe; Precious Ramotswe: a very special investigator; The No.1 Ladies Detective Agency

The Colour of Magic

After his success in Hogfather, David Jason is weaving his magic in another Terry Pratchett adaptation, reports Ed Potton...

I don't want to leave this world!” gurgles David Jason. Britain's Most Popular Actor is clinging to a log in the middle of a foaming torrent of water, which swirls through his red robes and greying beard and plasters his hair across his face. “DON'T MIND ME - I'VE GOT A BOOK TO READ,” deadpans a skeletal figure in a deckchair on a nearby rocky outcrop. Slowly, Jason's grip relaxes on the log and he disappears beneath the surface.

“Cut!” barks a voice through a megaphone. A bedraggled Jason re-emerges, and is shepherded by a squad of frogmen to the edge of Pinewood Studios' 100-square metre water tank, as the huge compressed air generators that were creating the torrent wind down. It's an overcast August afternoon near the end of the 11-week shoot for The Colour of Magic, Sky One's multimillion- pound Easter adaptation of the first two books in Terry Pratchett's supernaturally successful Discworld series.

A devoted fan of the author's sly brand of fantasy, Jason made his Pratchett debut in Hogfather, which became the most watched non-sport commission in British multichannel history last Christmas with 2.6 million viewers. Now he is fulfilling a longstanding ambition to play Rincewind, the inept, cowardly wizard who serves as the rather rubbish hero of Pratchett's early novels. In this scene he is attempting to avoid being swept over the Discworld's oceanic rim and into space, which will be represented on the vast blue screen behind him. His travails are observed by the sardonic Death, whose vocal duties have passed from the late Ian Richardson to Christopher Lee, who voiced him in the Pratchett animations Wyrd Sisters and Soul Music.

The shoot has been tough for the 67-year-old Jason. Last week he was embroiled in a precarious battle with Tim Curry's Machiavellian rival wizard Trymon atop a 300-metre tower and he will shortly be fending off dragons while hanging upside down from an inverted mountain. Also, he is serving as executive producer. No wonder he looks knackered as he is helped into a bath robe and led to his trailer where, we are told, he relaxes in a hot tub between takes.

It's left to Sean Astin, who plays Twoflower, the naive tourist who accompanies Rincewind on his adventures, to extol the virtues of the man whom, though he never asks, everyone on the set refers to as Sir David. “He's hilarious,” coos the American actor, who is up to his waist in water, clad in a sodden Hawaiian shirt and sipping tea from a giant mug. “I hadn't seen any of his shows, so I watched Only Fools and Horses. I'm five seasons in and I'm psyched,” although he hasn't seen Del Boy fall though the bar yet. “Everyone asks that.”

Having played Sam Gamgee the hobbit in the Lord of the Rings trilogy, Astin has portrayed the creative whims of both Tolkien and Pratchett. “It's a little weird,” he says. “Some guy has a brain fart and I'm wearing big furry feet for two years. Another guy has an acid tablet and I'm in a pond in the back of Pinewood.” Of course, only one of those scribes has his tongue glued to his cheek. Astin nods: “Terry obviously loves Tolkien and fantasy but he also loves to ... take the piss out of it.”

His sentiments are echoed by Curry, who is ensconced, more comfortably, in a conference room at the other end of the Pinewood complex. “Terry's big on satire and drawing conclusions in his worlds that you can take into this one,” he observes from behind his arch-villain's goatee. “I don't think class has passed him by, or the advancements of technology. Trymon is such a wonderfully double-dealing slimeball -he'd be totally at home in Brussels. I've had a lot of extremely uncomfortable pointy shoes to wear, and lots of great hats.”

This is a small-screen movie with big-screen ambition, as the contents of the vast sound stages confirm. While most of Hogfather's locations were nocturnal and urban, The Colour of Magic spans continents. The resulting two-part film, to be shown over the Easter weekend, will weigh in at four hours.

But epic scale does not entail epic solemnity, promises Pratchett. The dungeon master himself has appeared from a side door, clad in his trademark black Fedora. This is several months before he had Alzheimer's disease diagnosed and his subsequent £500,000 donation to find a cure. He is in buoyant mood. “Hogfather was more serious; The Colour of Magic is about humour,” he says in his wry lisp. “It's a buddy movie except that one of the buddies [Rincewind] doesn't want to be a buddy. It's a road movie although roads are probably the last thing they manage to travel on most of the time.”

After the success of Hogfather - which he thought was “magnificent”, although there was “not enough money” - it wasn't hard for Pratchett to sign over the rights for two more of his books. “I tried to conceal the fact that I really wanted them to do it but really would like to be paid a lot of money,” he admits. “The nice thing is that The Colour of Magic really had no plot. It was a series of episodes and we could, like a smorgasbord, pick what we wanted. So it wasn't quite the slaughter job that I thought it would have to be.”

Pratchett, who has a cameo in the film's opening scene, is delighted with the casting of Jason, despite many fans expecting a younger, slimmer actor. “It was mainly the book cover illustrations that did that,” he insists. “I'm very good at not describing characters. David Jason has got three amazingly good attributes. Firstly, he is an excellent actor. Secondly, he's Sir David Jason, and that name counts for something. And thirdly he's a Discworld fan and about 15 years ago he declared that he wanted to play Rincewind. I thought, ‘Wonderful!'”

So will there be more Discworld adaptations? “I shall be 60 next birthday, so why not have some fun?” he says evenly. “I'd like to think that more will happen. In fact I'm almost positive another will happen because I've signed a contract. But I'm not at this stage going to say what it is.” Like his leading man and his millions of fans, Pratchett isn't in any hurry to leave this world.

The Colour of Magic, Easter Day and Easter Monday, Sky One, 6pm

Friday, 21 March 2008

Shrink rap is the key

If you've watched HBO's In Treatment, you've seen Gabriel Byrne sitting in a chair, playing therapist to Melissa George's seductive patient. "Let's talk about what's really going on here. Mmmmm?" he says as the camera closes in on his warm blue eyes boring into hers. He raises an eyebrow. Silence. He crosses his legs. He taps his fingertips together. The central role, with an abundance of close-ups and tiny nuances, could have been an actor's dream. Or nightmare. For Byrne, perfecting it to his satisfaction was more like toothache -- fine, now that it's been dealt with notes Lynn Smith.

Byrne's Dr. Paul Weston dominates nearly every scene in every episode of the five-night-a-week therapy drama. The action consists mostly of talking and listening, and takes place in one room -- either his home office or his own therapist's home office. The first season of In Treatment draws to a close next week, and rumors abound over the fate of the series, which like the network's The Wire, has a cultish following, but relatively few viewers. Those who like the series love Byrne's portrayal of the troubled Dr. Weston, tempted by a severe case of mutual erotic transference with Laura (George). Judging by the lovelorn postings on Internet sites, they also love the 57-year-old Irish actor. Those who don't tuned out long ago.

In any case, there's little doubt that Byrne, after a career of small independent films and stage acting, has finally found a star vehicle on TV. "It's a delightful kind of surprise that people like it," said Byrne recently during a short visit to Los Angeles. Even the HBO-estimated 450,000 viewers are more than he's used to. He admitted he was thrilled to get a congratulatory call from his favorite actress (whom he refused to name) but was also frightened by a New York woman who approached him on the street and sternly admonished, "Don't you go with that Laura!"

A singular and intensely introspective actor who aims to reveal himself in his roles, Byrne called Dr. Weston and the 12-week shoot on a cramped set particularly challenging. His opinions on how he wanted to play it -- no props, extended silences, totally engaged --eventually prevailed on set, but apparently not without creative debate. None of that matters now, he said. "All that matters in the end is that it got done."

Settled in a sunlit corner of Hollywood's Chateau Marmont lobby, Byrne matched the California version of Old World elegance perfectly. "I'm overdressed," he said in his signature brogue, removing a sweatshirt from over his jacket, and ordering a cup of tea. A self-described gentleman who conducts himself with "a certain amount of reserve," Byrne nevertheless spoke effortlessly for almost three hours on his life and art, quoting actors, philosophers and New Yorker cartoons. He even sang a few bars of favourite songs (Sinatra singing Jobim) and offered some spontaneous impersonations ( Max von Sydow and Bill Clinton).

To Byrne, who lives in Brooklyn, Hollywood is like a small village, one he inhabits at the non-commercial edges. After making a splash with Miller's Crossing (1990), The Usual Suspects (1995) and his 1999 divorce from actress Ellen Barkin, Byrne said he moved to New York to be close to his children. To get roles in mainstream films, he said: "You have to be in a movie that makes a lot of money. That changes everything. And if you're not, you go do independent films." Anyone who leaves L.A. for New York "might as well be dead," he said.

Still, there are compensations. Byrne worked on Broadway (A Moon for the Misbegotten) and with a who's who of indie directors: Wim Wenders, David Cronenberg, Jim Jarmusch, Bryan Singer, the Coen brothers, Costa-Gavras, John Boorman, Ken Russell and Ken Loach. Even if one of his films was panned, Byrne has almost always received positive reviews in which he was invariably called the "brooding Irish heartthrob." He no longer complains about the brooding part ("There are worse things to be told") and noted wryly that last year he ranked among the last three actors on People magazine's also-ran list for "The Sexiest Man Alive."

But in the lobby's waning light he also appeared tired and sad -- a lot like Dr. Weston, whom critics have labelled "world weary." In the series, Laura tells him that when they first met, "I thought you looked like a dead man. I wanted to breathe life into you." Byrne said he's always been aware of life's ups and downs, but after he was offered the Weston role, he said he had a realization about life: It's all about loss. "The fact of life is, we lose everything," he said. "People we love. People who love us. I've lost people very close to me. And I've lost things I never thought I would lose. I have known failure. And I have known success of a kind. What I wanted to bring to that man was a sense of, at the end of the day we're all united by our common humanity."

As young as 12, Byrne said he had a romantic idea of "escaping from the world" and left his home in Dublin for a London monastery. Eventually, at 29, he replaced the monastery and other dead-end vocations with Dublin theatres. "Acting is also a form of escape from the world," he said, and, like a monastery, it offers the structure that actors like himself crave.

He never took acting lessons, he said, but learned as he went by making mistakes. "It's like if somebody says to you, 'Here's wood, I want you to make a table.' If you were really ignorant, like I was at the time, I had no idea where the legs on the table went. I just went out and started hammering pieces of wood together and people said, 'Actually, the legs are supposed to be on the bottom.' " Now, he said, his creative process is about "allowing the camera into yourself. . . . What's important is that you get at the things that can't really be written," he said. Rather than "acting" feelings, he said he puts himself into their service. A mysterious and seductive fact about cameras, he said, is that they "photograph your thoughts."

For the role of Paul Weston, he said he had to study how to make the act of listening interesting and compelling to viewers. In particular, he watched old tapes of The Dick Cavett Show. "I looked at the way he interviewed people, he said. "He was never overawed, never judgemental. He was sometimes flustered. He was sometimes awkward. I thought this guy doesn't have to be perfect, he doesn't have to have an immediate response. He can actually take a moment." Most important, he said, was that he engage with and respond to each of his patients differently. "If you were a detached figure, it's over, finished, then you're just watching two people talk," he said. "I knew what I wanted it to be. I wanted him to be flawed, very flawed. I wanted him to be really compassionate, not afraid to open up to the camera, not afraid to show vulnerability." He also knew he was a liar and had a temper.

On set, he imagines his ideas annoyed fellow actors. "During rehearsal I said, to I'm sure repressed groans and sniggers of people in the scene, 'What's wrong with thinking about Pinter and Beckett? What's wrong with thinking about how Pinter uses silences? Or how Beckett uses one line to say something that can be conflicted or have another meaning to it? What's wrong with that?' " He said he was asked to use an American accent. "I said no." Unless a character has a stated ethnicity, he uses his own voice in an effort to promote everyday diversity, he said.

Byrne never watches his own performances because he is too self-critical, he said. The only parts he's seen of In Treatment were the clips shown on a recent Charlie Rose appearance. If he doesn't watch, he said his performance "stays in that place where it can't be attacked in my head. Therefore it's like a stage performance. My memory of it is totally protected. As soon as I start to look at it, that shatters. Then I'm full of doubt and say I shouldn't have done that."

At about that moment in the conversation, a leggy blond with a cellphone to her ear approached his sofa. The woman, Katya, wanted to make plans to get together, but Byrne said politely that he had to get back to New York for St. Patrick's Day. She asked for his phone number, complaining that he never answers the one she calls. He promised he would, and sent her off with, "It's great to see you." After a moment, he said, "A friend I haven't seen in quite a while," managing to appear simultaneously nonchalant and sheepish.

When asked about his romantic life, Byrne quoted Laurence Olivier: "One gets along, you know." Pause. "It's nice and uncomplicated at the moment." Like Dr. Weston, he's gone through his own midlife crisis, or "manopause," he said, but now cares about other things -- such as politics. (He recently held a fundraiser for Hillary Rodham Clinton at his home.) And continuing to improve his acting. His latest film, Emotional Arithmetic, with Susan Sarandon, Christopher Plummer and Von Sydow, will be released later this year.

Looking around at the film world, Byrne thinks he understands why some old-timers like Warren Beatty might have dropped out. "It's a very peculiar business. The world of the cinema has changed," he said. "There's better writing now in television to a great extent." So far, he said no one from HBO had talked to him about a second season. He thought before answering a question about whether he would be willing to take up Dr. Weston again. "It's a fascinating character and I'm open," he said finally. "I would never shut the door on anything."

About A Son

He was the voice of Generation X, speaking to disaffected youth with the lyricism of grunge music. Now, 14 years after his suicide, a new film – in his own words – gives fresh insight into the life and death of Nirvana's tortured frontman Kurt Cobain, reports Ciar Byrne.

In About A Son, Cobain talks with candour about the tensions between him and his bandmates, his relationship with wife Courtney Love and his isolated childhood. The documentary, released on DVD on 31 March, is based on 25 hours of previously unheard interviews with Cobain by the journalist Michael Azerrad between December 1992 and March 1993. The interviews formed the base of Come As You Are, Azerrad's definitive biography of Nirvana.

Just over a year after the interviews took place, on 8 April 1994, Cobain was found dead at his home in Seattle with a self-inflicted shotgun wound to the head. Rather than focusing on footage of Cobain, the film, directed by A J Schnack and filmed by Wyatt Troll, shows scenes from the three cities in Washington State – Aberdeen, Olympia and Seattle – where the singer was born, achieved fame and died. The soundtrack features music that inspired Cobain, by David Bowie, Queen, Leadbelly, Scratch Acid, Cheap Trick and Half-Japanese but not a single Nirvana track.



Nirvana rose from an underground scene to achieve international fame with their second album Nevermind in 1991. Cobain, a musician who valued his integrity above all, found it difficult to come to terms with fame and became addicted to heroin before taking his own life at the age of 27. In the film, he talks frankly about disagreements with bandmates Dave Grohl and Krist Novoselic over song-writing credits which nearly led to him quitting the band. "It was a really big deal for Krist and Dave. They sincerely felt they deserved just as much songwriting credit as I do, which is bullshit, total bullshit," he says.

Cobain also talks about how much he enjoyed writing songs with his wife: "It's so easy to play songs with Courtney. Every time we jam on something we write a great song." It has been claimed – and vehemently denied – that Cobain wrote Live Through This, the 1994 album by his wife's band Hole. About A Son includes personal anecdotes about Cobain, who grew up, the son of divorced parents, in a working-class background in Aberdeen, Washington. Explaining his attraction to Courtney Love, he says: "She made me feel like a rebel."

He also reveals how school classmates thought he was gay after he befriended a fellow student who was homosexual. "I started being proud of being gay, even though I wasn't. I almost found my identity." He also recounts sneaking pot from his mother's own stash and replacing it with oregano. "Eventually she just had a bag of oregano sitting in her jewellery drawer. Then one night she offered me and my friend to come down and smoke some with her – so we had to sit there and smoke oregano," he recalled.

James McMahon, features editor of NME and a lifelong Nirvana fan, said: "Kurt Cobain is always one of those people who fascinate music fans. His death has turned him into an icon. The film is a beautiful piece of work. I'm 27 and got into Nirvana the year before Kurt Cobain died, but I don't think I'd ever heard his voice that much, so it's quite a strong experience hearing him narrate his life."

There has been much debate over the way in which Cobain's legacy has been handled after his death but McMahon believes the film is true to his spirit. "There's something comforting and ethereal about it. It's enlightening about his life. It's pure, like he's being allowed to tell his story. He really did wear his heart on his sleeve."

Cobain met Azerrad in 1992 when the journalist wrote a Rolling Stone cover story showing the Nirvana front-man wearing a T-shirt inscribed with: "Corporate magazines still suck."

About A Son soundtrack:
Overture- Steve Fisk and Ben Gibbard
Audio: Never Intended
Motorcycle Song- Arlo Guthrie
Eye Flys- the Melvins
Audio: Punk Rock
Banned in D.C.- Bad Brains
Up Around the Bend- Creedence Clearwater Revival
Put Some Sugar on It- Half Japanese
Son of a Gun- the Vaselines
Graveyard- Butthole Surfers
Audio: Hardcore Was Dead
Owner's Lament- Scratch Acid
Touch Me I'm Sick- Mudhoney
Audio: Car Radio
The Passenger- Iggy Pop
The Borgeois Blues- Leadbelly
New Orleans Instrumental No. 1- R.E.M.
Audio: The Limelight
The Man Who Sold the World- David Bowie
Museum- Mark Lanegan
Indian Summer- Ben Gibbard

About A Son gets a Europe-wide DVD release on 31 March

Ramsey and the c-bomb

Gordon Ramsay’s foul-mouthed TV rants have proved a step too far even for that most robust of political breeds – Australian MPs.

The country’s broadcasting code of conduct could be overhauled after a recent episode of Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares featured the febrile chef spitting out two c-words and 80 f-words. The outbursts have prompted just 60 complaints since the free-to-air Nine Network recently brought the programme forward an hour from its 9.30pm timeslot, but some of the most unhappy customers are in Parliament.

Cory Bernardi, of the Opposition Coalition’s Liberal Party, said the “dropping of the c-bomb” during a recent episode was a word too far and his views have inspired a parliamentary inquiry. The ruling Labor Party and minor parties have voted with the Coalition to establish an investigation into the frequency and use of swearing on television, the effectiveness of classification standards and the complaints process. “I'm a viewer and I have quite enjoyed the show but with the dropping of the C bomb and F words on several occasions I believe we are reaching the absolute limits of acceptability,” he said.

While the senator denied being a “wowser” – Australian slang for a spoilsport – he complained that the frequency and range of profanities on TV was increasing and it was time to set stricter boundaries. Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares has become one of Australia’s most watched programmes, topping the ratings in its timeslot nationally with an average audience of 1.4 million. The Office of Film and Literature Classification, an independent statutory body, had recommended the series for mature audiences, who are given warning of moderate course language. Frequent swearing is permitted if it is important to the storyline and in context.

The television channel argues that Ramsay’s swearing was indicative of the stressful environment in leading restaurant kitchens and that in another context might be bleeped out. “This is about people's freedom of speech. This is what people have chosen to watch,” the network said.

But family advocacy groups say that classification standards appear to be slipping and could contribute to a decline in social standards. “I think there are a lot of indications that broadcasters are pushing the boundaries,” Angela Conway, of the Australian Family Association, said.

Thursday, 20 March 2008

BBC snatches F1 rights from ITV

The BBC has regained the British television rights to Formula One from rivals ITV in a five-year deal starting in 2009, the broadcaster and F1 supremo Bernie Ecclestone said today.

At 84, Murray Walker is unlikely to return. But there will probably be a quite remarkable reprise for one of the most memorable sporting theme tunes. Returning after 13 years away, formula one racing will return to the BBC in 2009 following ITV's surprise decision to axe the sport with two years of its contract remaining.

The agreement will be seen as a coup for the public broadcaster, coming at a time when 23-year-old British driver Lewis Hamilton is leading the championship for the McLaren racing team after finishing last year as runner-up. ITV have broadcast the sport in Britain since the start of the 1997 season, when Briton Damon Hill was Formula One champion.

The BBC said that the deal covered all platforms and will see Formula One broadcast on the BBC sport Web site as well as on radio and television. "We were delighted when Bernie Ecclestone approached us about the return of F1 to the BBC," BBC Sport director of sport rights Dominic Coles told the broadcaster's website. "F1 is a crown jewel of sports broadcasting, so to bring the rights back to their traditional home from 2009 is tremendously exciting. No financial details were given but Ecclestone said in a statement issued by Formula One Management (FOM) he was delighted with the deal. I wish to thank ITV for their commitment to Formula One and the high quality of their coverage. It is an exciting time in Formula One and the BBC has some innovative new ideas to consolidate and expand our UK fan base," he said.

ITV said last October the 2007 title-deciding Brazilian Grand Prix, in which Hamilton lost to Ferrari's Kimi Raikkonen by a single point, was the most-watched Formula One race since 2000 with a peak audience of 10.6 million and an average of 7.3 million watching the entire three-hour event.

Who gets what:

ITV

Formula one - until the end of 2008 season

FA Cup and England internationals (shared with Setanta) - from August 2008

Champions League (shared with Sky) - until 2012

Boat race

Euro 2008, World Cup 2010, Euro 2012, World Cup 2014 (shared with BBC)

BBC

Six Nations Rugby (until 2013)

Formula one (2009-13)

Match of the Day Premier League highlights (until 2010)

Coca-Cola Championship and Carling Cup (from 2010)

Euro 2008, World Cup 2010, Euro 2012, World Cup 2014 (shared with ITV)

Olympics (until 2012)

Further reading: F1 returns to BBC

The Curse of Steptoe

Only a quality drama, possibly one of the best dramas this year so far, could accentuate atmosphere with the hollow chink of cheap china, states Tim Teeman. The background scenery of The Curse of Steptoe (BBC Four) - the far from Swinging Sixties, gloomy rehearsal rooms, pretty policemen out to entrap in public lavatories - was evocative enough, even without the central drama of the desperate lives of Harry H. Corbett, who played Harold, and Wilfrid Brambell, who played his father Albert in the hit BBC series.

The tough, funny, sad script (Brian Fillis) and the subtly glorious performances of Jason Isaacs (Corbett) and Phil Davis (Brambell) revealed the parallel between the trapped, curtailed lives of Steptoe and son and the unfulfilled, unhappy actors who played them.

Corbett wanted to be a serious actor, the papers once called him “the English Marlon Brando”; Joan Littlewood, radical doyenne of Stratford East, was an early mentor. When he was first offered Steptoe he saw it in social-realist terms: “It's not a sitcom, it's more like Beckett.” Brambell walked in dressed as if a smart commuter, nearly an hour late to each rehearsal. Apparently they didn't like each other, but in this drama that hostility wasn't evident apart from the odd niggly outburst. Instead there was a mutual silent sympathy; they both loathed the monster they had helped to create and to which they were hopelessly yoked.

Steptoe's writers, Ray Galton (Burn Gorman) and Alan Simpson (Rory Kinnear) and their BBC overlord Tom Sloane (Roger Allam), tried to gee the men along - and their creative energy was a warm distraction from the stars' unhappiness. But the vibe in the rehearsal room was toxic, sometimes literally given the amount of booze that Brambell was necking. Every time on the show that Corbett's character snivelled about how he was trapped for ever, he could have been crying for his own career: “Finney” was doing Macbeth, while he was raking it in as a sitcom star, and Clare Higgins as “Joan” looked at him with such professional disdain you (and he) recoiled.

Davis as Brambell was astonishing - initially the older man was outacted by Corbett, who was convinced the show was about Harold. But then Brambell/Davis dredged up that ferrety gurn and wheedling voice. He was an old-school closet gay: the first time we saw him go cottaging he rapped on a cubicle door with his cane, interrupting the two men inside having sex, and shouted abuse. He went to a gay bar and a regular mocked him: “You dirteeee old man!” He would never go out with Corbett or the production team. He sat in a chair at home, ordered prostitutes and looked stricken.

Corbett's relationship was crumbling: he tried to control his then-wife, Sheila Steafel, telling her what to wear, forcing himself on her and deriding her career. Brambell was arrested for importuning. “I'm not a homosexual,” he declared. “The very thought disgusts me.”

Michael Samuels's brilliant drama followed both men's attempts to escape: Brambell resigned in shame to go to Broadway but came back after his show flopped; Corbett tried to forge a film career but the director wanted him to recycle Harold. In one interview, Corbett pretentiously waffled on about timing and being true to the subject matter. The truth was Steptoe had brought him fame and fortune but at a deeper price. “Is it fucking worth it?” he asks Brambell.

Steptoe and Son lurched into the colour era: Brambell's sideburns grew bushier, Corbett's waistline thickened. “Cheer up, we're legal now,” the show's gay dresser tells the permanently scowling Brambell. “Actors - they're all poofs,” Albert spits with real venom on the show, sneering at Harold's preparations to be a thesp; which include, horribly ironically, Brando's “I coulda been a contender” speech from On The Waterfront - another painful echo of what might have been for Corbett.

In a wonderful, moving moment, Corbett pleads gently with Brambell: “Let's not do any more, right?” Brambell smiles a silent assent. “Goodbye father,” he says in Harold's querulous way. “Fuck orf,” Brambell replies, as Albert but momentarily tender.

That would have been a nice ending, but Corbett and Brambell never escaped the sitcom's shadow. In the final scene Corbett's agent tells him there is no work bar panto and an offer of a stage tour of Steptoe and Son in Australia. The awful inevitability of what happened next flashes across Corbett's face.

Wednesday, 19 March 2008

Peter Krause on Dirty Sexy Money

Peter Krause tells Benji Wilson about playing the role of an altruistic lawyer to Donald Sutherland's corrupt family in Dirty Sexy Money.

Something of a Faustian journey’ is how Peter Krause describes his role in Dirty Sexy Money, Channel 4’s new US drama series, which starts on Friday. This is a significant understatement – Faust merely made a pact with the Devil. Krause’s character Nick George makes a pact with the Darling family, and that, he soon learns, is much more complicated.

An amalgam of the Kennedys, the Hiltons and the Osbournes, the Darlings – who are the richest family in New York City – will soon become the most monstrous family on television. Patriarch Tripp Darling (an imperious Donald Sutherland) is as close to a functioning human being as the clan possesses. The rest of them forcibly insert the filthy into filthy rich. Tripp’s wayward scions include Patrick (William Baldwin), who’s running for Senator while seeing a transsexual lover; Reverend Brian (Glenn Fitzgerald), a Torquemada-style man of the cloth; the giggling, vacuous twins Jeremy and Juliet (Seth Gabel and Samaire Armstrong); and the serial divorcee Karen (Natalie Zea).

Nick enters their charmed circle because his father Dutch had been their lawyer. The young Nick thus grows up with a healthy contempt for mammon, instead becoming a do-gooder attorney with a stock of pro bono clients.

But when Dutch is killed in a mysterious plane crash, Nick finds himself drawn back into the Darlings’ affairs by an offer of $10million a year to spend on his good works, and the chance to find out what happened to his father. Minutes after accepting, he’s on his way to bail out Jeremy, who’s just ‘won’ a yacht full of illegal immigrants on an all-night poker binge.

As the title suggests, there is enough glitz and intrigue in Dirty Sexy Money to bring back memories of the Eighties heyday of US imports such as Dynasty and Dallas. But since then, American television has upped its game and the boundaries of comedy, drama and soap have been eroded by smart hybrids such as Desperate Housewives. Dirty Sexy Money straddles every genre – it has unashamedly madcap plotlines (for example, Reverend Brian passing off his illegitimate son as a Swedish orphan), it’s got more complexity than a sitcom, and it’s funnier than a drama.

Even so, the casting of Krause is a surprise. Krause (it rhymes with ‘wowser’) turned down the role three times because, he says, ‘I was terrified of the show being successful and having to do it for seven years. I have commitment issues.’

His commitment issues arise from the fact that programmes with Krause in the lead have a habit of succeeding. After two years playing a television presenter in Aaron Sorkin’s much underrated Sports Night, he went on to five award-laden series of Six Feet Under, one of American television’s recent highpoints.

When that finished in 2005, Krause went off-piste. Rather than cashing in with, say, an action movie, he starred in a controversial indie film about America’s post-9/11 paranoia called Civic Duty (‘I got accused both of being anti-American and also a real right-wing American’) and then a science-fiction miniseries, The Lost Room. Craig Wright, who wrote some of the standout episodes of Six Feet Under, convinced him to return to series television.

‘Craig’s aim here was to conduct an exploration of wealth while providing an entertaining show,’ says Krause. ‘Craig has created a very complicated psychological world. In life, Nick’s father was practically dead to him already. He doesn’t want to see him. He doesn’t want to talk to him. Then when he dies, out of guilt he feels that he should be responsible for finding out whether something did happen to his father.’

In Six Feet Under, a drama about a family of undertakers, Krause’s character Nate had repeated imaginary interaction with his dead father and ended up – reluctantly – doing his job. Dirty Sexy Money has no dream sequences, but it does have a similar love-hate father-son dynamic.

‘I think that’s a universal theme – the desire to differentiate yourself from your parents,’ says Krause. ‘If there’s something in your father that strikes you negatively, then you say, “I am not going to be that way.” I was the same – I didn’t want to become my father. And yet you find yourself magnetically being drawn towards those very things which you so abhor.’

Wright has said he created Nick with Krause in mind. That’s quite a compliment – Nick is unfailingly altruistic, the model of probity. But Krause suggests that Nick will not prove beyond reproach. ‘This show wants to ask some very basic questions,’ he says, ‘such as, do the ends justify the means? Does power corrupt? And along the way, we’ll have fun exploring human desire, what people want, and how we foolishly go about getting it.’

Dirty Sexy Money is on Channel 4 on Friday, 21 March at 9.00pm

Further reading: William Baldwin talks...

Last toast is drunk to Summer Wine's Foggy

Brian Wilde, the quiet co-star of the television comedy classics Porridge and Last of the Summer Wine, has died aged 80. The actor’s son Andrew said that his father had died in his sleep of natural causes at a nursing home on Wednesday night. He had suffered a fall about seven weeks ago and had not recovered. Wilde’s agent, Nick Young, said: “He will be sadly missed by family and colleagues alike. He brought a great deal of laughter into everyone’s lives over the course of his career.”


After a long and busy though largely anonymous career as a supporting actor, Brian Wilde emerged in the 1970s to create two of the most enduring characters of situation comedy: the prison officer Barrowclough in Porridge and the former army corporal Foggy Dewhurst in Last of the Summer Wine.

In Porridge's Slade Prison, which gave him a happy refuge of sorts from an overbearing wife, Barrowclough was a beacon of decency, preferring to see the best in everyone but far too gullible to detect the scams of the inmates led by Ronnie Barker's Fletcher. He was the ideal comic foil to his fellow warder, the draconian Mr Mackay.

The rudiments of the Barrowclough character were in the brilliant scripts of Dick Clement and Ian Le Frenais but the writers were the first to acknowledge Wilde's skill in giving him flesh. Much the same could be said of Foggy, devised by Roy Clarke to replace Michael Bates's Blamire in the trio of elderly adolescents whose inconsequential wanderings lay at the heart of Last of the Summer Wine.

With his trademark deerstalker and flourishing a cane, Foggy tried to bring a touch of military discipline to his old school chums, the quietly philosophical Clegg (Peter Sallis) and the grubby, disreputable Compo (Bill Owen). Not only did his carefully laid schemes come to nothing but despite his army training he was no more successful than the others in withstanding the verbal (and sometimes physical) assaults of the show's ferocious women.

Although sharply delineated by Wilde's playing of them, the characters were both distinguished by failure. The difference, as Wilde himself put it, was that while Barrowclough was a failure and admitted it, Foggy was a failure and didn't know it. Wilde put some of his success as a comedy actor down to his lanky physique. He was tall (6ft 3in) but weighed only 13 stone. Another asset was a fastidious delivery, in which every syllable was carefully enunciated.

Born in Lancashire, only 15 miles from Holmfirth, the West Yorkshire location for Last of the Summer Wine, Wilde made his first film and television appearances in the early 1950s, though some were too small to be credited. For the next 20 years or so, until Porridge brought him national recognition, he was seldom out of work but far from being a household name.

On television he was in a couple of Francis Durbridge thrillers and the ITV sitcom, The Love of Mike (1960), in which he played the flatmate of Mike the hero, a philandering dance band trumpeter (Michael Medwin). During the 1960s he appeared with Tony Hancock and in episodes of popular dramas such as The Man in Room 17, The Avengers and the science fiction series Out of the Unknown.

Gradually the parts became more substantial. In 1966 he played the personnel manager trying to sort out a group of maintenance men on the fiddle in Room at the Bottom, the first sitcom from the team of John Esmonde and Bob Larbey. In 1970 he took over from John Woodvine as Bloody Delilah, the depot boss, in The Dustbinmen, an earthy comedy about refuse collectors created by Jack Rosenthal.

Although Wilde had most success with comedy, he could also show a sinister side, as when, dressed in black, he played Topcliffe, the royal torturer, in Elizabeth R. Wilde was first seen as Barrowclough in a pilot called Prisoner and Escort, which was shown in 1973 and became Porridge in the following year. He joined Last of the Summer Wine in 1976 after Michael Bates had left through ill-health and stayed until 1985.

These were probably the best years of the series, which celebrated its 30th anniversary in 2003. Wilde was the last to take any personal credit but the chemistry between the three main characters often reached perfection and the audience, which had grown slowly, soared to 18 million.

At the same time Wilde's prickly relationship with his co-star, Bill Owen, became well known. Wilde admitted that they had disagreements over the interpretation of scenes or the cutting of dialogue, and added that “we've never walked off the set in anger - we're too professional for that - though we have a few days when we're not talking”. They also disagreed politically, with Owen, the staunch socialist, having little time for the views of the Tory-leaning Wilde.

In 1983 Wilde declined to appear in a stage version of Last of the Summer Wine, though he insisted that this was because of reservations about the play rather than friction between himself and Owen. Two years later he left the television series, saying that he wanted to do other things. One of these, Wyatt's Watchdogs (1988), gave Wilde the first leading role of his career as a retired soldier (not unlike Foggy) trying to run a neighbourhood watch group. But it was poorly received and lasted for only six episodes.

By 1990 Wilde was back in Last of the Summer Wine and he played Foggy until 1997 when he was forced to drop out because of an attack of shingles. He recovered, but another character, played by Frank Thornton, was created in his place and this time the break from the series was permanent.

Wilde was a private and diffident man, who gave little away in his rare interviews and made no attempt to exploit the fame and accolades which his two high-profile comedy characters had brought him.

He is survived by his wife, Eva Stuart, an actress, and their son and daughter.

Brian Wilde, actor, was born on June 13, 1927. He died on March 19, 2008, aged 80

Tuesday, 18 March 2008

He Kills Coppers

The latest TV adaptation of a Jake Arnott novel takes viewers back to a notorious Sixties killing reports James Rampton...

For David Bowie, everything about crime novelist Jake Arnott's work is hunky dory. The musician comments that, "whenever he's got a new book out, I drop everything, knowing that the next couple of hours are going to be pure gangland bliss." Like Bowie, TV producers tend to drop everything when a new Arnott novel comes out. Following on from the acclaimed BBC2 dramatisation of The Long Firm in 2004, ITV1 is now bringing to the screen a three-part interpretation of He Kills Coppers, Arnott's next slice of "pure gangland bliss."

Adrian Shergold's absorbing, beautifully-shot drama spans 20 years. Adapted by Ed Whitmore, previously responsible for Hallam Foe and Waking the Dead, the serial kicks off in 1966 London and is set against the backdrop of the celebrations for England's World Cup victory. (Further episodes take place in 1971 and 1985). The period is immaculately recreated – everyone smokes and smears on Brylcreem like it's going out of fashion and, at one point, a character walks past a poster on a wall that says "Drinka Pinta Milka Day".

The drama intertwines the stories of two morally ambiguous characters, career policeman Frank Taylor (played by Rafe Spall) and career criminal Billy Porter (Mel Raido). Taylor pursues Porter across the decades after Porter guns down three police officers, including Taylor's close friend and incorruptible colleague, Jonathan Young (Liam Garrigan). Taylor's distraught reaction on arriving at the scene of the triple murder is hauntingly filmed in slo-mo, to the plangent accompaniment of Dusty Springfield's If You Go Away.

I'm on the set of He Kills Coppers. It's a chilly morning and we're in a goods yard on the outskirts of Maidenhead where a traditional steam fair stores its attractions during the winter. Porter has been hiding out here with a group of travellers, and we're watching him paint a skull on the side of one of their fairground lorries.

In his caravan between scenes, Spall underlines that Arnott's writing readily lends itself to the screen. "He Kills Coppers is the only book I've ever read in one sitting. I literally couldn't put it down," enthuses the actor, who is also to be seen playing Dennis Heymer, the lover of Frankie Howerd (David Walliams), in BBC4's bio-pic, Frankie Howerd: Rather You Than Me. "Jake Arnott is a very special writer – he makes it look so easy. He has this beautiful, succinct, sexy style of writing that translates seamlessly to television. My favourite writer is Charles Bukowski, and he and Arnott have the same sparseness and clearness. Arnott is – for want of a better phrase – the best top-end pulp writer there is."

David Boulter, the producer of He Kills Coppers, chips in: "Arnott's writing is so rich. This is not only a thriller, it's a social chronicle that plays out over 20 years. This is a piece that transcends the boundaries of the crime genre. That's a really hard thing to do. But Arnott's characters are so believable that you completely forget you're in a crime drama and are drawn into a human drama instead. That's when it becomes truly compelling."

Arnott was inspired by the real-life case of Harry Roberts. In 1966, he and his accomplices shot dead three Met officers in the "massacre of Braybrook Street" in West London – still the worst peacetime slaughter of policemen in this country. Like Porter, Roberts was a veteran of the Malayan Emergency and used his military training to hide out in Epping Forest. Despite the largest manhunt in British police history, he escaped capture for three months. Roberts is still inside and is now one of the longest-serving prisoners in the UK.

A decade or so after Roberts's crime, Arnott was shocked to hear football hooligans taunting police with the terrace chant, sung to the tune of "London Bridge is Falling Down": "Harry Roberts is our friend, is our friend, is our friend. Harry Roberts is our friend, he kills coppers". The police had by the 1970s become so reviled that Roberts was transformed from cult demon to cult hero.

The film-makers say that, more than 40 years later, Roberts' crime still has the power to shock. "Even today," Boulter reflects, "if someone shot dead three police officers in cold blood and in broad daylight in Shepherd's Bush, there'd be a public outcry. In 1966, an era of far greater deference to the police, it was unthinkable. At the time, the rope had just been abolished, and Roberts was the first murderer not to swing.

"Roy Jenkins, the Home Secretary, had to explain to the public why he was not going to hang. Then football hooligans started to chant 'Harry Roberts is our friend,' in order to wind up the police and spark a riot. That moment, when Roberts was turned into a folk hero, really was a low point in our society."

He Kills Coppers also charts the changing nature of our relationship with the police between the 1960s and 1980s. Boulter, who has also produced Prime Suspect, The Forsyte Saga and EastEnders, continues that, "up until 1966, we had had this image of the police as Dixon of Dock Green, the friendly neighbourhood bobby on the beat. All that changed during the 1970s and 1980s.

"The nadir was reached when there was the Battle of Orgreave during the Miners' Strike in 1984 and then the Battle of the Beanfield the following year. That was when the police violently stopped a group of hippies getting to Stonehenge for a summer solstice party. It was a disgraceful day. I've seen the ITN footage from that clash, and it still makes me angry. Women holding infants were pulled off buses and beaten with truncheons. The police went way over the top. On the back of Orgreave, they were under Government orders to stop the peace convoy and stamp out civil disorder. That moment marked the death of the hippie dream.

"By that stage, the police had become an arm of the Thatcherite state. They had also become very militarised. They had dispensed with the theory of trying to control civil disorder peacefully and borrowed the technique from the Hong Kong Military Police of charging at demonstrators on horseback – as they did in the poll-tax riots. That period was when the public really lost confidence in the police. People thought that scenes like the Battle of the Beanfield could never happen in this country. They began to view the police as an army of occupation."

The other aspect of policing that He Kills Coppers highlights is the corruption that became endemic in the Met during the 1970s and 80s. On his first day in the Flying Squad, Taylor is forced by his senior officer to accept a bribe from a gangster. Taylor's boss explains the way it works to the new boy: "We keep the peace and we take a few heavy villains off the pavement every now and then, and the Great British Public sleep soundly in their beds. We deserve a little extra for that, don't we?"

Spall avers that, "in the early 1960s, the British public had an idealised view of the police. But during the 1970s, there was mass corruption throughout the Flying Squad and a load of officers were sacked. Those scandals fundamentally altered our view of the police."

The other area where Arnott excels is in creating immensely plausible characters. He succeeds in conjuring up the coppers and criminals who prowl the smoky Soho clip-joints of the mid-1960s without once straying into Guy Ritchie-style "geezer-land."

The Flying Squad high-flyer Taylor, for example, is not an upright, unimpeachable copper, but a highly questionable figure. As well as accepting bribes, he deceives his supposed best friend Young, steals his girlfriend, a prostitute called Jeannie (Kelly Reilly), and gets him transferred to a post where he gets murdered. As the drunken Taylor rides in a taxi through the jubilant Trafalgar Square crowds revelling in England's World Cup win, he sighs, in the hard-boiled voiceover without which no crime thriller is complete: "They're all singing 'You'll Never Walk Alone'. Do you want a bet? Everyone's happy, delirious. So what's wrong with me?"

Raido, who makes a complex, brooding villain, affirms that nothing is clear-cut in this story of an obsessive, potentially doomed quest for redemption. "There are no 'good' and 'bad' characters in He Kills Coppers – they're all just flawed human beings with their own shortcomings and virtues. One bad act does not define you as a human being. Billy, for instance, is not just a violent psychopath. There is another side to him that has feelings and is very tender towards women and loves art."

The 25-year-old Spall, whose father is Timothy, the star of Auf Wiedersehen Pet, Secrets and Lies and Pierrepoint, says that he is delighted to be appearing in a piece as thought-provoking as He Kills Coppers. "I'm living my dream," beams the young actor. "This is what I've always wanted to do."

The producers say that He Kills Coppers is part of ITV1's drive to produce more challenging drama – a development which Spall applauds. "It's great that ITV1 are doing it," the actor enthuses. "It's something that a few years ago, they wouldn't have done. I was surprised when I heard it was for ITV1. But, then again, in the past couple of years they have made some really brave dramas. Look at Pierrepoint. That was great – although I can't remember who the lead was. Some actor or other!"

He Kills Coppers starts on ITV1 at 9pm on Sunday

The British are coming

A few items I haven't had a chance to cover in depth over the last week...

"The British are coming!", Colin Welland boasted in 1981, holding aloft his Oscar for Chariots of Fire – and given the annual British pirate raids on the Academy Awards, Welland may well have been proved right. Our home-grown thespian takeover of American television, on the other hand, has been an altogether stealthier affair – more like Invasion of the Body Snatchers, in fact. Gerard Gilbert reports on how British actresses are leading an invasion on the US, while the Times feature an interview with Lena Headey about her gun-toting role in The Sarah Connor Chronicles. Miraculously none of them appear to have made it onto the bloated US chat show circuit for this coming week.

You can read a round-up of this year's Cranford dominated Bafta nominations here... A report on the trials for the new series of Gladiators on Sky One and a first detailed break-down of the new Apprentice contenders.

A piece about the triumphant return of three CBS comedies, plus Ginia Bellafante's scathing review of Fox's new Canterbury's Law and the Return of Jezebel James. There's also news about a personnel shake-up at HBO as the head of entertainment programming departs.

Finally, the truth of Lost, that metaphysical beacon of our times, seems tantalizingly within reach on certain spoiler Web sites. An extended article in the Washington Post warns that anybody getting too caught up in the quest will discover there's a downside.

Shop till he drops

Snapped, Oxygen Channel’s show about women killing their mates, is gathering a boisterous following notes Hillary Frey...

Last Thursday, I sent an e-mail to my husband, informing him I was on my way home to watch a couple of episodes of Snapped, the show on the Oxygen channel about women who kill their husbands.

He shot back: “So by the time I get home, you’ll have the knife sharpened and the big plastic bag all ready to dump my body into?”

Ha. Thanks to Snapped, I’d never be dumb enough to use garbage bags!

Here’s why: As I learned later that night, those innocent-seeming, mass-produced garbage bags jammed under the sink are actually full of incriminating detail. Melanie McGuire, a nurse from New Jersey, was put away for life because of her garbage bags. She killed her husband, dismembered him, put the parts in—you got it!—garbage bags, and then into suitcases and threw them into the ocean. They washed up on the shore in Virginia, near the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel. When she went to trial for the murder of her husband, William, the prosecution called a forensics expert who explained that he could tell that the garbage bags containing William’s corpse were from the very same lot as garbage bags detectives found in the McGuire home.

It’s very possible Snapped is one of those shows that flies under your radar. For one, it’s on Oxygen (Is that different from WE? From Lifetime?), which is somewhere in the Middle America of the cable landscape that is so easy to fly over. Although it airs Sundays at 10:30 p.m., it’s a fair bet that many women are watching it during its regular 90 minutes of repeats (three episodes in a row!) between 8 and 9:30 in the morning—just when, across the country, men are heading off to work and kissing their stay-at-home wives goodbye.

One of the show’s fascinations is that many of the murdered husbands don’t fit the abusive, the-bastard-got-what-he-deserved mould. Instead, shopping often seems to be the culprit, so much so that the show’s tag line could almost be, “Shop till he drops.” A stock piece of video footage, showing fancy Madison Avenue-type shoppers with Louis Vuitton and Prada bags slung over their shoulders, makes a regular appearance, to ominous effect. The women’s spending problems sometimes lead to credit card debt, bank fraud and other financial jams that they hide from their husbands. And rather than come clean to their husbands and try to work the issue out with a good financial planner, the women decide for some reason that murdering them is the better, more sensible option. Some claim their partners would’ve beaten them or otherwise abused them if their financial irresponsibility had been revealed, and defend the killing as a sort of last-ditch self-defence manoeuvre. Others hope to get insurance money to pay their creditors. Or take Melanie McGuire and her tell-tale garbage bags: She killed her husband in order to avoid a messy divorce and custody battle over her two children. The fact that a murder trial would likely be a bit more inconvenient than a divorce or custody case doesn’t seem to have occurred to her.

Often enough, it’s not fancy clothes but bar tabs and modest home furnishings and a few nice things that get these women in trouble. Their stories are from small towns and suburbs across the Midwest and South and South-west. The footage of their small depressed towns and strip malls can make a viewer sympathetic to a woman who longs for a new or different life.

If a show like The Wire makes you want to be a detective, catching the bad guys and boozing it up at shabby watering holes, Snapped captures the often slow and frustrating pace of crime-solving, as well as the darker corners of America where local officers are busting their friends and neighbours, not big, bad drug dealers and serial killers. Law and Order, CSI and all the other prime-time crime shows have taught us to think we know what to look for and expect when it comes to catching a killer. But in real life, the blood spatters and bullet trajectories aren’t always the clues that ultimately convict.

Snapped is not a flashy show; to tell its stories of women who kill, the show relies on long exterior shots of police stations and family homes, and many sit-down interviews with law enforcement officers, friends and family members of the victims and perpetrators. And the show absolutely luxuriates in 80’s-style, Unsolved Mysteries-bad-re-enactment glory, with liberal use of shadow, slo-mo and, when the situation calls for it, fuzzy embraces between lingerie-clad women and muscled men. What often results is the jarring juxtaposition of a blurred, kitschy re-enactment followed by an actual, stomach-turning crime photo of a blood-spattered, gunshot corpse, still wearing pjamas or K-Mart underwear.

The motives behind Snapped are difficult to tease out. Does the show, currently in its seventh season, instruct women in how to off their partners?

It’s shocking, really, how simple it actually is. For example, you don’t need a gun. A woman named Lynn Turner poisoned not one, but two of her partners with antifreeze, and nearly got away with it. (The symptoms induced by ethylene glycol mimic those of flu.) Another woman, Sandy Murphy, who was not ultimately convicted of murder, might have faked her husband’s drug overdose with some Xanax and heroin. “Most of the women that we profiled, they are facing problems that women all over the country are facing—economic, marital, custody battles—and we are seeing how they are dealing with the problems,” said Deborah Dawkins, a supervising producer of Snapped whose company, Jupiter Entertainment, also produces the new Oxygen show Captured. “But for them, they are so into the moment of desperation, they make a choice that we don’t make.”

Asked whether the show is empowering for women in some way, Ms. Dawkins and her producing partner, Donna Dudek, demurred. But they admitted that the show can, in some instances, rally the sisters. A woman named Kimberly Cunningham, upon learning that her brother-in-law had raped her daughter, drove to his job and shot him so many times that she needed to reload the gun halfway through her spree. It was impossible not to feel for a mother protecting her daughter. Still, stories like that are the exception, rather than the rule, on Snapped.

Somehow, Snapped manages not to be tacky, even when the women who commit the crimes are. (The ladies from Las Vegas are the worst!) Sure, it’s an addictive true-crime series that sucks you in with sex, drugs, murder and all those easy hooks that can leave you feeling a little dirty afterwards. But, as Ms. Dudek pointed out, the show satisfies a real need for women besides pure entertainment: a fundamental curiosity that women have about each other and what they keep under the sink.

Hallelujah goes from 'Idol' to hit

If you watch television, the song has by now become unmistakable: A spare piano chord, a breathy voice and opening lines flecked with biblical references before an uplifting chorus kicks in. This is Hallelujah, a 23-year-old song that has become the most trafficked tune of the soundtrack era, setting the mood for dozens of TV shows and films. Last week, the no-longer cult classic achieved loftier status. Its most popular cover version, released by the late Jeff Buckley in 1994, zoomed to No. 1 on the iTunes download chart, thanks to that ultimate signifier of 21st Century ubiquity, a performance by an American Idol competitor. At the same time, Leonard Cohen, the song's enigmatic 73-year-old composer, was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, serenaded with a version of the song by popular Irish balladeer Damien Rice.

"This is a watershed moment," said Michael Barthel, a Syracuse University graduate student who last year presented an academic paper on the song's staying power. "Every generation discovers 'Hallelujah,' and right now, a whole new generation of people is discovering it." So how does a rock-era song become a standard at a moment when radio play is hopelessly fragmented and pop songs are more beat-driven than lyrical? More often than not, muses the Boston Globe's Geoff Edgers, it's delivered in the background of a wordless montage featuring life, death, or heartache.



Among the TV shows that have given Hallelujah prominent play are House, The West Wing, Cold Case, The L Word, Nip/Tuck, Lost and Ugly Betty. With its sombre tone, Hallelujah has been used to dramatize real-life tragedy, including episodes of Without a Trace and Third Watch centred on Sept. 11. "It's so emotional and has a slow build and definitely can pack a punch," said Alyson Vidoli, music coordinator for GO Music Services, which finds music for House, Dexter and several other shows. "Somehow, it always seems to fit for the moment, and when you hear it, you say, 'We need more songs that are inspirational,'" added Tom Calderone, executive vice president of VH1.



Singer Brandi Carlile calls Hallelujah the best song ever written. "We have jazz standards and folk standards that have been passed down to generations," said Carlile. "We don't have that in rock 'n' roll right now. So it's kind of exciting to think of a song like Hallelujah being sung 200 years." It's an unlikely path for a song that was barely noticed upon its release. Cohen wrote Hallelujah, and recorded it in the early '80s for his Various Positions album. In the past, he has described it as "a song about the broken."

The album did not make a dent in the record charts. The song's long path to iTunes began in the early '90s when another cult hero, former Velvet Underground member John Cale, decided to re-record Hallelujah for a tribute album to Cohen. "I called and asked him to send the lyrics," Cale said. "I had one of those old fax machines. I went out to dinner and my floor was covered in paper. There were 15 verses of this song. I went through and just picked out the cheeky verses."



Cale's recording -- sung with a simple piano accompaniment -- would be embraced by Buckley, who was the son of '60s and '70s singer Tim Buckley. Cale's version has been used on the sitcom Scrubs and in Shrek, but it is Jeff Buckley's recording, released on his 1994 album, Grace, that has been featured most often in television shows. And it doesn't come cheap. Vidoli said that the rights to use a big song such as Hallelujah can cost as much as $40,000, which most cable networks can't afford.

Networks, however, haven't shied away from the Buckley rendition. The O.C. used it twice before featuring another version, by singer Imogen Heap, to mark the death of Marissa, a lead character, in the show's third season. In Ugly Betty, the Buckley version plays as a character collapses and dies of a heart attack.



Many, though, hadn't heard the song until last week's American Idol performance. The post-"Idol" surge pleased Mary Guibert, Buckley's mother. But she has grown concerned that the version recorded by her son, who drowned in 1997, may be reaching saturation. Guibert does not have the authority to deny permission for the song's use but is consulted by his record label when requests are made.

"It's not special if it's everywhere," said Guibert.

The John Adams legacy

The Washington premiere of the new HBO miniseries John Adams would have been catnip for congressmen even without the appearances by producer Tom Hanks, writer David McCullough, and lead actor Paul Giamatti. For the event, held in an ornate chamber of a House office building, HBO not only reproduced John Trumbull's painting of the Declaration of Independence, which hangs in the Capitol rotunda, but it also made a copy of its ornate gold frame, to rim the screen on which one of the episodes was shown.

Representative William D. Delahunt, whose district includes the Adamses' hometown of Quincy (then Braintree), was happy to declare himself - with tongue only partly in cheek - as a descendant of Adams's tradition of public service. And the other members of Congress in the audience were there to appreciate what Hanks and McCullough clearly intended to be a celebration of civic virtues.

Hanks spoke of how public schools don't teach the fact that Adams, as a young trial lawyer, chose to represent the British guard commander responsible for the Boston Massacre, in a show of commitment to the rule of law over the mob rule. McCullough spoke of the importance of showing the human frailties of his subjects, but in a way that serves to point out the times when they rise above petty concerns and accomplished great deeds.

The series episode covering the Declaration of Independence vividly justified McCullough's approach, highlighting a moment of political courage that transcends anything the current Congress has achieved or even contemplated. But if current members felt chastened, argues Peter S. Canellos, they might consider some other benchmarks in Adams's political career that might feel more familiar.



To be sure, Adams's role in helping to write the Declaration of Independence, along with his many diplomatic accomplishments before and during his presidency, put him in the first rank of Founding Fathers. Within that group, he was the only one to have a family life worthy of modern praise, with a wife who was his intellectual equal and a brilliant son who served a term in the White House himself.

But he also played a significant role in establishing other traditions of American politics - less storied, but perhaps more enduring as a framework for today's Congress and White House. Firstly, he helped invent the two-party system. While his predecessor as president, George Washington, strived to be a national magistrate rising above all political machinations, Adams participated in two hotly contested presidential races. In the first, he prevailed over Thomas Jefferson; in the second, he lost to Jefferson. America was probably destined to have a two-party system, but Adams's ornery personality, which polarized voters, helped hasten its arrival.

Secondly, he was accused of the most audacious act of political patronage in history. In between his loss to Jefferson and the start of the new administration, along with a Congress dominated by Jefferson's fellow Republicans, Adams and his fellow Federalists tried to install 82 judges, enough to control the national judicial system for decades. Some historians believe he was acting in a far-sighted way to build a durable system of federal courts; others, noting that one of the judges was his 31-year-old nephew who had gone bankrupt in a failed land speculation, saw a different motive.

Similarly, he practised a bitter form of partisanship. When Adams was inaugurated as president, Washington, in a powerful symbolic gesture, stayed for the swearing in and then walked behind the new chief. With his magnanimity, Washington established the tradition of peaceful transfers of power. Four years later, a bitter Adams high-tailed out of town on the morning of Jefferson's inauguration without attending.

He also established the tradition of former presidents fighting for their place in posterity. Convinced that Jefferson would be remembered as a more important figure, because of his primary authorship of the Declaration of Independence and his more successful presidency, Adams spent almost a quarter-century trying to call attention to his own accomplishments. In the process, he sought to knock down many of his contemporaries. Jefferson was also sensitive to his reputation, but was more successful at maintaining an aura of high purpose - just as Adams had feared.

Where Adams went, many Clevelands, Hoovers, Nixons, and Clintons followed, seeking to buttress their images. So if the Founding Father who "united the states of America" - as the blurb of the HBO series promises - seems a little out of reach for today's politicians, they can always seek inspiration from the other Adams - the distressingly human Adams - who might be at home in today's Washington.

Opening up about 'Treatment' mother

For the moment, Jaffa oranges and Uzis are no longer Israel's most famous export. That title belongs to a TV shrink and his roster of troubled patients says Matti Friedman...

Before In Treatment became a daily drama staple on HBO, it was Betipul, a low-budget, high-quality show widely regarded as one of the best programs ever created in Israel. The American version, which stars Gabriel Byrne as busy psychotherapist Paul Weston, has tweaked the script -- a fighter pilot is haunted by having killed civilians in Iraq, for example, instead of the West Bank -- and adds several original episodes. But HBO's In Treatment generally remains faithful to its parent in the Mideast.

The show, which concluded its eight-week second season earlier this month, premiered in 2005. It originated with Hagai Levi, who worked as an editor on the daily telenovellas that are trashy staples of daytime Israeli TV. At the time, American television's Tony Soprano-driven psychotherapy fad was already well under way. Levi, 45, had also studied psychology and been in treatment himself, providing the nucleus for the idea.

Aiming for the addictive potential of a soap but jettisoning the tepid dialogue and melodrama, Levi gambled that Israelis would be willing to watch an intellectual show consisting of little more than two people sitting in a room talking to each other -- and would be willing to do that every day. "Working on telenovellas, I saw the power of a daily series, one which becomes part of your routine and your life, and I wanted that," Levi said.

The format Levi came up with was original: For four days each week, the show's therapist, Reuven Dagan, would meet with a different patient, with the same one appearing every week on the same evening. On the fifth day, he would pour his heart out to his own shrink. The untried format was a risk for the cable company broadcasting the show. But it also was easy on the bottom line: With just two actors facing each other in a room, each episode cost a relatively cheap $25,000 to produce.

The show included some of the country's most beloved actors. Ayelet Zurer, who appeared in Steven Spielberg's Munich, played Naama, a seductive young woman whose interest in Dagan exceeds professional help. In the American version, the character, renamed Laura, is played by Melissa George. For Dagan, the producers chose an actor seen as embodying something of the quintessential Israeli: Assi Dayan, the talented and famously dissolute son of Moshe Dayan, the one-eyed general who was the quintessential Israeli of an older and more heroic generation.

What allowed Betipul to be translated with relative ease for a U.S. audience was its tendency to shy away from overtly Israeli themes, like conflict with Palestinians, in favour of personal problems that would be familiar to anyone living in a Western country. For Levi, the show's creator, Betipul was never a distinctively Israeli show, though it did have Jewish undertones. Levi grew up in a religious home and attended seminaries where studies centered on ancient Jewish legal texts like the Talmud. "There is certainly something Talmudic about the back-and-forth, question-and-answer format of the show," he said.

Selling the show to HBO marks a coming of age for Israel's TV industry, said Yaron Ten Brink, television critic for the Israeli mass circulation daily Yediot Ahronot. "People were sceptical -- they said if the idea was that good the Americans would have thought of it already," Ten Brink said. "This shows that a small industry without a lot money can develop strokes of brilliance with a low budget and do something that hasn't been seen before."

Levi used personal contacts in the U.S. television industry to get HBO's attention, and once the network's people had a look at his show they needed little convincing, said Rodrigo Garcia, executive producer of In Treatment. "The nature of the problems and conflicts it portrayed was elementary ... and universal, and we always thought it could very well translate to other cultures," Garcia stated.

Some alterations were made to make the characters more believable as Americans: "Voices and tone changed, of course, because aside from the nature of the conflicts, these were now American characters with different approaches to their problems and to interpersonal communication," according to Garcia. None of HBO's directors or actors viewed the Israeli series so they would have no preconceived notions of what the scenes should look like.

According to HBO, the show's episodes each average 2 million viewers. The success of Betipul may reflect Israelis' increasing acceptance of the idea of frequenting a psychiatrist's couch, which has developed as the country evolved from its early spartan and collective days to the more individualistic place it is today. "There is a lot more legitimacy to get help now than at any time in the past," said Dr. Roni Baht, the show's psychological consultant. "Today, there are places in Tel Aviv where if you're not in treatment people assume you lack depth."

Monday, 17 March 2008

Sooner rather than Later...

The combination of rock stars and live television can be combustible but the BBC is looking to take a big gamble by broadcasting its big music show live for the first time. Despite its party atmosphere, Later . . . with Jools Holland, a BBC Two fixture for 15 years, has always been recorded days before its Friday evening broadcast. When it emerged recently that the special New Year’s Eve Later. . . was actually recorded weeks in advance there was a flood of viewer complaints. A show that promises “live music” should be broadcast live, like its famous predecessors, they said.

BBC bosses have now decided that from next month, Later. . . will move to a 10pm slot on Tuesdays, and be broadcast live. The move is causing nervousness among stars and at the broadcaster. Adam Sherwin quotes an insider as saying: “Big American stars are nervous that something could go wrong on live television and it will be all over YouTube. But live TV gives a music show a real edge.” Previously, a technical fault or duff note could be corrected by another take. For the BBC, the danger is that any artist seeking cheap publicity or a soap box could hijack the airwaves in the slot before Newsnight.

Despite the surface bonhomie, artists see the show as a competitive fixture. Mark Cooper, the BBC’s head of musical entertainment, said: “Putting people in a room together makes them play better: someone observed that it is ‘communal but gladiatorial’.” Going live adds extra spice to the musical one-upmanship. The first live show will feature a rare performance by the Only Ones, a 1970s punk group famed for their sole hit, Another Girl Another Planet. Singer Peter Perrett once fled the US to avoid an arrest warrant on charges of attempted murder and assault with a deadly weapon, and also admits he has been a drug addict for nearly 30 years.

The producers are on safer ground with Adele, the teenage soul-jazz singer, who has also accepted the live challenge. Adele was invited on Later . . . last year, on the strength of a demo tape and has now become a chart-topping star. Gnarls Barkley and the singer-songwriter James Taylor also appear on the live debut on April 1, with Robert Plant and Alison Krauss and Portishead to follow.

The cameras will continue to roll during Newsnight on Tuesdays for an extended hour-long Later . . . which will then be shown on BBC Two on Friday nights as before.

There is, of course, a rich history to remind us of the perils of live music on television. It started with the ensuing outrage over Elvis Presley and his suggestive “gyrations” during his 1956 Hound Dog performance on the Milton Berle show. Then there was the "Filth and the Fury" of the Sex Pistols and a purple tirade by Steve Jones, egged on by Today show host Bill Grundy.



Power fails one minute into the 1989 Late Show performance by the Stone Roses. Singer Ian Brown shouts “amateurs” at the flailing host as she desperately tries to gloss over the embarrassment.

L7 grunge band guitarist Donita Sparks protests against patriarchal society by removing her knickers at the climax of an appearance on The Word.

Chris Evans promises Happy Mondays hell raiser Shaun Ryder a pair of shoes if he does not swear on TFI Friday- but it's a forlorn hope and Ryder is banned.

Required to sing over a backing track, Kurt Cobain unleashes a low moan during Nirvana's Top of the Pops debut with Smells Like Teen Spirit.

When All About Eve play on Top of the Pops viewers hear Martha’s Harbour but singer Julianne Regan is unaware the song is playing due to monitor failure.
 

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