Boggart Blog has often slated politicians and senior civil servants for drawing big fat salaries without having done any work to earn them. There is one profession however who are worse than even politicians when it comes to being paid for doing nothing and yet these people seldom come in for criticism. They are newspaper television critics.
Come on, how often have you read a review of a new show and thought that bugger wasnt watching the same programme I saw. In fact he wasnt watching anything, he was down the pub with his mates. The review is a thinly disguised version of the TV company press release.
The show that brought this to mind was the dreary, plodding adaptation of Wuthering Heights shown in two ninety-minute episodes over the weekend. Wuthering Heights has never been a favourite novel of mine, not so much a book as a bucket of shit in fact. My favourite version of the story was Monty Python’s Wuthering Heights in semaphore. Heathcliffe is too obviously a stereotypical sexual fantasy for repressed late Georgian spinsters and I could never see the appeal of whiney Cathy. I did once know a very sexy Kathy who lived on Wuthering Heights, or Withins Moor as it is known locally. Other than that, a Gothic angst-fest comprising three hundred pages of misery, resentment and alienation is not really my cup of tea.
There is not much to the story. Out on the wylie windy moor people stomp about a lot, or occasionally roll and fall in damp heather, the whole setting is shrouded in mizzle, that peculiarly Pennine weather that cant make its mind up whether it is mist or drizze and so is know in the local vernacular as that fine stuff that wets you through. People scowl at each other. Every now and then a horse drawn carriage drives along a muddy track and someone dies.
Then there is a ghost haunting the male lead.
Why did that take three hours prime time tele. Kate Bush knocked the whole thing off in six minutes and still found time to do a bit of Marcel Marceau inspired dancing.
So, you might well ask, how did this travesty of a travesty attract glowing reviews. Well as already mentioned the critics did not watch it. Neither did we actually, we got bored after forty five minutes and put Dave on. Mock The Week was better even though we have seen it three times now.
One of the givaways in my papers review was that the critic described the actress playing Cathy as newcomer Charlotte Riley.
Newcomer? I had seen her two nights before playing female lead in a two year old episode of George Gently, starring Judge John Deed (TV drama is becoming very incestuous like Norfolk or The Dingles in Emmerdale).
As for Wuthering Heights, if they had crammed it into six minutes like Kate Bush did it might have been OK. Like this:
Fade in to shot of grey, bleak moorland shrouded in that fine stuff that wets you through. In the distance stands a grey mansion house, even greyer than the moors and the sky. Pools of grey light fill the windows. The camera zooms in and through the portal into the mansions interior. A grey, brooding man stomps about. Suddenly a window smashes and an arm reaches in, it is very pale grey and clothed in a grey sleeve. (Its a ghost, see.)
The grey arm grabs the mans coat and a ghostly voice says Heathcliffe, its me, Cathy, Ive come home now wooo ooooo oooo oooo
Theres a bit of a kerfuffle. People in grey clothes run about with oil lamps.
Cut to outside. The fine stuff that wets you through sweeps across the bleak moorland. Heathcliffe is digging a hole. The camera zooms in and we see he has dug up Cathys grave and climbed in the coffin for a quick bunk up with the skeleton. From this we know Heathcliffe has a lot of issues.
We jump back in time. The bleak moorland is clad in sere and yellow (oops, sorry. Thats Shakespeare) and the house is not grey, just greyish.
A serving woman speaks: Ayup Mistrurnshaw, she says to a fat man whose ruddy complexion says he has cardio vascular problems.
Ayup Nellie, say the fat man although the woman is not called Nellie but Raquel from Coronation Street.
oos yon raggy arsed little wazzock thas fotched whoam wi thi Mistrurnshaw? asks the woman.
Yon mons callt eathcliffe Nellie, ah fun im It gutter i Liverpoo gi im a wesh and some scran and ee can be a brether fer R Cathy and R indley.
Cathy is thrilled with her new brother but Hindley says hes a theiving little Gyppo bastard and punches him in the face. ees a cuckoo in t nest R Cathy, Hindley tells his sister.
We jump forward several years. Cathy and Heathcliffe are no longer children while Hindley has grown into that weird looking guy from Torchwood. R indley will be comin whoam soon says Mistrurnshaw. Cathy smiles, Heatcliffe scowls, Mistrurnshaw then clutches his chest and falls over. Hindley tells Heathcliffe he is a servant and hits him with a stick.
OK that covered the first forty five minutes. Anyone who stuck it out through the full three hours can pick up the Boggart Blog condensed adaptation if they wish.
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That made more sense than the novel! I tried reading (hearing that it was very good) it, got half way through and then wondered “What’s the plot?”
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Just dowload an mp3 of Kate Bush. You’ve got it all there 😉
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I read the book once – I kept reading waiting to find someone I might like. It happened in the last chapter when there were some new characters from the generation after Cathy and Heathcliffe – and I didn’t like them enough to have trawled all the way through the book for them.
I think I saw a b&w1939 film version with Laurence Olivier and that was better than the book – I liked L.O. as Heathcliffe right from the start.
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There was a TV version in the 1960. Alan bates was Heathcliffe. It wasn’t a big production – one of those Sunday tea time things, but he was good, a bit more roughness than Olivier.
Some people have said to me “You didn’t like it because it’s by a woman”. But I’ve always liked Jane Eyre and Elizabeth Gaskell’s novels.
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I actually didn’t mind this (watches as everyone around her faints that she isn’t slagging it to bits). I like the book and considering the last version I saw I ended up punching my fist through the screen as Cliff Richard attempted to play Heathcliff. (Have gone through a lot of TV’s this way, Just send Cliff the bill directly now).
Cathy did piss me off as she was far too whiny and they put a few bits in which bemused me (like Heathcliff shooting himself???) but on the whole at least they stuck to the book.
HOWEVER…….for me the big giggle, the big whoopsie was Hareton. Think the lad was obviously shagging the casting director. Clearly found him in Stockton on Thames Amateur Dramatics Club…..sweeping up after the rehearsals. Poor boy could barely read let alone get his mouth round the dialogue (which I suppose is why he was type cast for Hareton). He did however look VERY pleased to be in a ITV production as shown by the dopey grin on his face, the only expression the director was able to get out of him. Sigh. Also was far too clean for someone supposed to spend their days swearing and labouring. Was hoping for a Viggo Mortensen look a like for us younger girlies to perve on, no such luck.
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Only one expression? He’ll be getting a big part in Casualty then.
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The bill has first dibs
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OK, though they do get proper actors in The Bill sometimes, not just East Enders rejects. Barry Grant from Brookside and Tucker from Grange Hill for example. 😀
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YEAH but Tucker has been in EVERYTHING, that man would guest star in COPS – ROAD RAGE edition if there was a half a bucket of kentucky fried chicken thrown in.
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Never watched Road Rage – I watch Road Wars on Sky 3 because that bloke with the teeth that was in Corrie according to my wife the soap fan, and then was in Rome (the series, not the city) does the comentary in a laconic Mank accent that just turns it into a comedy. EXAMPLE: The cops are driving a high performance pursuit can and this plank thinks he can outrun them in the stolen Escort van.
or:
There must be a kilo of white powder in the bag. What’s the betting this idiot will try to tell the arresting officer it’s his mum’s talcum powder.
Has Tucker been in Casualty? “I think I know what’s wrong with you but before I amputate your head I’d like a second opinion from Dr. Tucker from Grange Hill.”
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Think Road Wars was what I meant, was rather tired when posting, put the names of about three shows together there.
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Ah well Tucker didn’t guest in it then, unless he was arrested and I missed it. But that bloke with the teetyh did. Lee Boardman, Mrs T tells me.
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Sure if they asked him he would off. I’ve got a jelly baby in my pocket, if I ring his agent maybe he’ll voice over my answer machine lol
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OMG I didn’t know he was in KRULL!!!!
http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0142227/
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and Celebrity Ready Steady Cook. The man is a megastar :))
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I love the book (you’ve managed to make me feel slightly ashamed of admitting to that). I missed the tv thing, might get to catch it if time allows. I do like your version though…
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Thanks, I make a rod for my own back by doing thngs like that. People will be asking me to do the full book next. Like when I “discovered” a lost manuscript by Charles Dickens, the story of Oliver Nickelfield and published the first chapter. People wanted the whole book. What The Dickens – the story of Oliver Nickelfield
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The book isn’t bad but I don;t go much for period dramas. You are right though about tv critics, money for old rope.
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I know, I’ve tried to get into it myself but there’s a lot of “old school pals” business involved in recruitment.
What’s better than being paid for watching television? Being paid for not watching television :))
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If you sent this in as an example you might get taken on as a TV critic !
Though Charlie Brooker doesn’t hold back in his reviews….my favourite recent review of his described the audience in the X factor show as “mooing wankers”
Dig the new profile photo by the way….
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I like Charlie’s reviews, he certainly doesn’t hold back.
I wonder what the Blair fans who are still bltethering away on my Papal Emissary post would make of him. Their attitude seems to be that bacuse nasty things are happening in Afghanistan and Blair is doing his bleeding heart bit that makes him a really nice guy and we should all forget what a lying, self serving shit he has been all his life.
Well this blog exists to wind such people up :>
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We did Wuthering Heights in first year Grammar school. It went the same way as Pride and Prejudice. I couldn’t be arsed to read it, just asked my mate for a brief summary.
Still came in the top 10 for English that year.
Wasn’t the Alan Bates version a proper film? I seem to remember going to see it at Conway flicks.
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You might be right, I had a quick Google on Alan Bates + Wuthering Heights and nothing showed up, but the Beeb wiped a lot of tapes in the 1960s, hence the lost episodes of Dr. Who and some Spike Milligan shows.
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and The Likely Lads.
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Right, I just looked it up. My mistake, I got my brooding sexy hunks mixed up, it was Timothy Dalton in Wutheriung Heights. Alan Bates was Gabriel Oak in Far From the Madding Crowd.
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Oliver Reeed would have been a candidate for brroding hunk of the decade I suppose had he been able to stay sober and keep his trousers on. I mean, he wasn’t even taking them off for the right reasons.
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