Not being a nightowl, your humble blogger is usually watching a film in bed by this stage [after 11 p.m.], such as this. This here is not the lambasted film, that comes further down:
The reason I switched the computer back on, grabbed a coffee and am writing is that there’s something nonplussing me and it’s about the Bond films. While this is going to be no turgid listing by number from best to worst, nevertheless, by a process of review, by Rotten Tomatoes, by the Guardian and Telegraph, by some of the most widely read reviews, some puzzling anomalies arise with the last few films.… More here ...
Quick editorial word – this slot on Wednesday will not always be for classical music, it will also look at classical films or TV series, probably on an alternating basis.
I took in what was said by some readers about Rupert Davies and watched yet another episode:
Yes, he was good but still there’s something wooden about the production. If you watch Z Cars and the like from the time and compare that to, say, The Bill or Minder, there’s no doubt production values vastly improved.… More here ...
… then it will have to do, till the real thing comes along [can’t remember who sang that].
It always starts fine, with mucho caring:
Then reality seeps through after some time. This below is one of the best segments and also one of the best companions. Also, methinks she is well within her rights with the second speech she gives when she goes back inside:
From the male point of view, it’s handy to be a Time Lord at this stage. He’s lost so many companions that only a Time Lord could cope – humans might get a tad jaded.
So it’s back on the road again and he’s just moving onwards, ever onwards – every word in this is timeless:
Maxim Gorky once spoke of Russia in the form of the troika, rushing around the bend and clattering along at top speed.