So I’m walking down Harrow-on-the-Hill high street when I spy a great big picture of Paris Hilton. Or is it Chantelle? Or is it Paris Hilton? Or is Chantelle?
My thought processes continue in this binary fashion for a while, before I realise I have absolutely no idea which it is.
What’s more worrying?
If you’re in ‘the biz’ or you just happen to have a day or two free around the 20th, Broadcast Live looks like it could be interesting, if only because they’re offering some free training sessions. Fancy being an editor or a camera-person? Now’s you chance to learn some of the basics.
Anyway, register now and you’ll avoid having to paid £20 on the door. Sounds good to me. Hell, I might even take an actual day off work for that one. Oh. To do more work. That’s not good planning, is it? What’s the number for Workaholics Anonymous?
It’s the last of the finale guides for this year (unless I missed a show) and so it’s time to deal with everything that didn’t fit into any neat categories.
Numb3rs
After a pretty insipid season that lost most of the things that made the first season so good, we have… a pretty insipid finale that veers into even worse territory. Don’t fret since there’s no real cliffhanger, other than the possibility that we won’t bother tuning in next year.
Tension factor: 2/10.
Medium‘s had a pretty dull season, too, this year, lacking the sparky dialogue and situations that gave it such a good start. The finale does at least give us a good ending to the season, thanks to an alternative universe episode in which Allison burns her arm on an oven grate and winds up married to David James Elliott from JAG. It has some nice moments and is more of a paean to married life than a finale, but it was still nicely heart-warming. No tension whatsoever to affect the nerves once we get into alternative universe territory, although the opening suggests that something more drastic is going to happen. The episode, however, is more the visual equivalent of a mug of Ovaltine than a thrill ride at Thorpe Park. On the other hand, it did feature Peter Wingfield as a baddie with no dialogue. Since you just don’t get Peter Wingfield in to sit there and say nothing, this suggests he might be back in a recurring role next year, which is probably enough to make most people tense.
Tension: 1/10-7/10
Remember when I had a rant about Unan1mous? No, of course you don’t. Well guess what. Channel 4 want to make their own version of it.
Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear. I sense another Space Cadets coming on.
So I’m staring over the shoulder of someone on the train at their copy of the Daily Evil aka the Daily Mail. I spy an article on Big Brother and this is the standfirst (as well as I can remember anyway. I get the feeling Marcia Wallace does/did voices on The Simpsons
Anorexia, confused sexuality, Tourette’s Syndrome, suicidal depression: five of the contestants have psychological problems. Marcia Wallace asks: Is this the sickest Big Brother ever?
So let’s get this straight. First of all, five contestants, four “conditions” – I guess we have to assume that two contestants have “confused sexuality”, which is apparently a psychological problem. So would that be Richard and Shahbaz because they’re gay? I tell you what, they both seemed really sure they fancied men so I’m not sure how confused they are.
Or have they forgotten that Shahbaz is gay and they’re talking about Sam because she’s a pre-op transsexual? Again, living your life as a woman for three years – presumably not that confused about her sexuality or are we to assume the Mail meant “confused gender”?
Then there’s the idea that Tourette’s Syndrome is a “psychological problem”. Hmm. Not sure you can actually cure Tourette’s with counselling, it being predominantly an inherited disorder.
God I hate the Daily Mail.
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