Monday, 31 December 2012
The Seven Most Annoying News Stories of the Year
Saturday, 29 December 2012
My 2012
It wasn't all fun and good news. I had entered some of my demos into the Sony Radio Awards but sadly didn't get anything!
Wednesday, 26 December 2012
A Few Thoughts On Christmas Day Television
The Top of the Pops Christmas Special (BBC1, 2pm) was as fun as usual and once more cements that it should be on a weekly basis to showcase the music now we have some more interesting artists than the tedious in-studio acts of the late noughties. Granted the artists on show weren’t the most interesting – Robbie William’s ‘Candy’ was up first and the highlight of the show with diminishing returns – but did at least cover a good range of the year’s big hitters. Carly Rae Jepsen, in front of a set seemingly stolen from ‘Strictly Come Dancing’ sounded disappointingly off and Coldplay, who got a pretty good trailer for their live DVD, couldn’t be bothered coming into the studio. The X-Factor finalist proved he could sing live but wailed on at the end and the Christmas number one was a VT as pulling together all of the artists would have been tricky. Gangnam style made a brief appearance as did many covers, including the beautiful ‘The Power of Love’ by Gabrielle Aplin and the average ‘Never Tear Us Apart’ from Paloma Faith, chosen over her other, far better, original singles. Girls Aloud proved to be morphing into each other with two camps seemingly set away from Cheryl. Overall not a bad hour of mostly live music but the lack of the usual annual karaoke option, a few odd song choices and the lack of any cheeky Savile jokes from the hosts knocked it back a bit.
The Queen followed (BBC1, 3pm) with her first annual broadcast filmed in 3D. We don’t have a 3D television but it was hard to see what impact the third dimension would have had on the broadcast. I wanted the Queen to at least punch the screen or throw Prince Harry a Bacardi Breezer to off camera but there was no trickery like that. I’m not sure if the VTs of the damp flotilla were also in 3D to see the rain, gloom and impending bladder infection from Prince Philip, but it was a nice enough speech covering the Olympics, Paraolympics and Jubilee, but was lacking the Queen riffing on how Cheryl Cole couldn’t sing at the concert, Boris Johnson couldn’t dance in the Olympics and any visual 3D diagrams of extreme morning sickness.
Later we had Room on the Broom (BBC1, 4:35pm) a delightful CGI animation from the people behind the last two year’s Gruffallo shows, and the writer behind the books. It told the story of a witch and her cat who stumble across a series of animals as she loses various possessions like a careless extra from Harry Potter. The show reaches its dénouement as an evil, and rather podgy, dragon attacks the team but is stopped by team work. The story is very similar in theme to the Gruffallo – child-friendly repetitive rhymes, meeting animals, tricking a monster – so has a sense of over familiarity about it – and they even re-use the model of the squirrel and snake – but it was an enjoyable, extremely well animated tale with some great voice actors and set-up. Plus, it employed many excellent visual jokes that you’d blink and miss and was great not just for kids, but bigger kids. The ending was sudden but was another great slice of animation this Christmas after ‘The Snowman and the Snowdog’ with a few similarities: familiar, recreating an older idea but with some fresher elements.
It was then time for the next episode of Doctor Who (BBC1, 5:15pm), this year entitled ‘The Snowmen’ and introducing the next companion played by Jemma Louise-Coleman. The festive specials are usually the weaker episodes in the run and this year was not that different, but compared to the other entries in this series which weren’t as big and fun as the excellent series five and great series six, it was nearly up to par. Outside of the plot we got new opening credits which were much more like the classic Who titles. They looked great, the music was as fun as ever in their tweaked state but didn’t feel as long or as dramatic. The TARDIS interior got a paintjob as well and looked good, but with no explanation as to why.
The plot itself was fun. A child discovers he can project his thoughts into intelligent snow and starts building up an army of killer, scary snowman, waiting for the frozen body of a children’s nanny that fell into a frozen pond to come to life so they can replicate human DNA and create an army of snow clones. This is set aside by an investigation from a reluctant Doctor, still hurting from the deaths of the Ponds, in conjunction with a Sontaran and a lesbian double-act of a Silurian and human detective team, who it’s revealed through a conversation with successful baddie Richard E Grant, that they’re the inspiration for the Sherlock Holmes character, a moniker that the Doctor later adopts briefly complete with Deerstalker. I think writer Stephen Moffat must have been drunk over the summer and got his franchises confused.
If that brief summary sounds confusing you’d be right. The plot in the special speeded ahead at such a pace that it was difficult to keep up with at times. The Sontaran guard was the best character in the special with some great funny lines but his appearance once more showed Moffat’s lack of care for realistic explanations – even in Sci-Fi – with only a brief mention as to why he’s no longer dead after being killed earlier on in the run. Matt Smith was great once more as the Doctor, and Jenna Louise-Coleman promising in her second appearance as the assistant, and her death at the end and realisation that her character is scattered through time is an interesting twist, as the Doctor recognises her voice and traits from the ‘Asylum of the Daleks’ episode. She seemed to know more than she let on and at the beginning it seemed the Doctor recognised her – even though he never saw her in the first episode, something he does mention in the episode – so it all seemed rather confusing.
The CGI was impressive in the piece as were most of the cast, and the spiral-staircase up to the TARDIS on the cloud appeared magical and fitted in with the Christmas Special. It was a confusing episode to follow and the destruction of the big bad at the end twee and overly sentimental but the twist at the end somewhat made up for it. It was difficult to keep up with the episode with some lines hard to follow, necessitating a quick rewind of the action, and there seemed an overall lack of surprise when people were approached by a lizard woman. That said, though the one-word conversation seemed forced between Coleman and said Silurian, the ‘Pond’ word was a neat bit of writing.
Not the worst Christmas special but not the most exciting ever, but the filmography and imagery was great and the Sontaran general well written, but it’s the final plot twist that will keep the series going.
Strictly Come Dancing (BBC1, 6:15pm) came straight after and saw six dancers taking part in a variety of, well, dances. I don’t watch SCD that often but it was an interesting way to wile away sixty minutes in the company of cheesy jokes from Bruce Forsyth and a funny montage at the start of Bobby Ball’s dance. The bloke from JLS won it, no one else embarrassed themselves. Anne Widdecombe and Russell Grant made the briefest of brief appearances so didn’t have time to add some comedy factor. An OK festive special with a nice performance from Rod “Screeching Scotsman” Stewart.
Our final watch of the night, outside of watching the repeat of ‘The Bleak Old Shop of Stuff’, an amazing short-film, was The Royle Family (BBC1, 9:45pm). I never really consistently watched the show when it was on properly but have watched all the Christmas specials over the past few years. This one seemed the most surreal of the lot with an opening fifteen minutes that saw plenty of crude jokes in the direction of erectile dysfunction that seemed to be dealt in a weird way by the cast suggesting it was a misunderstanding, but it wasn’t. The best plot strand was neighbour Joe going on a series of first dates in the Royle household with a series of great characterisations and some blink-and-you’ll-miss-them visual jokes as their names are crossed off a list (Chinese lady lives on ‘Great Wall St’, a suspiciously butch woman on ‘Tranny Ave’ etc). The individual threads of ‘Dragon’s Den’, Joe’s dipsy Irish date, Dave’s problems downstairs, the borrowed drill and a sneaky win by Jim on a scratchcard all came together nicely in the final meal at the end, a neat tying up of several disparate plotlines. It was perhaps the crudest episode I’ve seen and it felt, at times, a little desperate for humour with the Christmas Pudding / Breasts montage near the end a little cringey, but it had some great laugh-out-loud moments and plenty of innuendo and was worth a watch, plus included a brief mention to actor Geoffrey Hughes who we sadly lost this year.
So, not a bad day of television overall. But, as you can see, dominated by BBC1. What happened to the other channels on this most festive of days?
Tuesday, 25 December 2012
The Snowman and the Snowdog [Review]
‘The Snowman and the Snowdog’ isn’t based on a book but is a follow-up to the classic and it certainly ticks a lot of the boxes. It’s animated in the same hand-drawn style of the original and looks beautiful, and nicely balances a modern, clean HD look with the rustic crayon-style flickering animation of the original, even if it doesn’t quite feel as warm, cosy and nostalgic as the first short film, though its match is incredible. The style sets it in what I call the ‘Wallace and Gromit’ timeline, obviously contemporarily set – as seen by an appearance by the London Eye during the flight sequence – but with an eye on the past in the look of the house’s kitchen, the plane and bike shown and other imagery like that.
Plot wise it feels very much like the Snowman version of ‘Blues Brothers 2000’, if you’ve seen that, in that it’s difficult to decide whether it’s a sequel or a re-make. The plot sees the young boy in the tale – Billy – discover a box hidden under a floorboard in his bedroom containing the elements that make up the snowman and a photo of the boy from the original standing next to the Snowman (did he ever get a photo taken in the original?) and using them to re-build the snowman.
But he also goes further. The story opens with Billy and his mum moving into a new house with a dog who, within the space of the opening sixty seconds, dies and is buried in the back garden in possibly the quickest introduction and death of a character but one that immediately feels upsetting. That’s either smooth plotting and use of music too evoke sadness, I’d still not got over my earlier watching of the touching ‘Mickey’s Christmas Carol’, or had had too much to drink, but it was a sad start to a show that was touching. In memory of this dog, Billy creates a snowdog using two socks for ears and his gloves for spots on the side. The scene of him creating the characters is nicely done.
With both the snowman and snowdog created Billy goes to bed but is woken up in the early hours to find them magically alive. From here the new Snowman repeats many of the plot points of the original in either a nostalgic memory trip or a lack of inspiration. We get a scene in the fridge; the threat of melting from the fire; a brief appearance by the motorbike from the first; and a flying sequence set to music that ends in the North Pole at a Snowman convention, with lots of racial stereotypes that perhaps are the wrong side of nostalgia. Though a lot of it seems overly familiar, there are a few new elements including a plane flight, a fun skiing competition with a penguin – who upon losing trudges off brilliantly – and the actions of the dog that freshen it up a little, but it feels too much like a re-make at times.
One thing the animation does excel in is the character of the dog. It’s well animated, moves realistically and acts very much like a real dog, and the character animation team deserve credit for some excellent work there.
Naturally the sun starts coming up at the North Pole and Billy, snowman and snowdog have to go home, leaving the bi-plane to another snowman with an asparagus moustache (!!) and flying back instead. There, in the garden, magic happens and the snowdog comes alive to become a real dog, making the boy’s Christmas (though the mum seems to not question where the dog has come from). So, a happy ending there, before the final shot is of the snowman once more melted in an ending that doesn’t have the impact of the first.
The one area I’ve not touched on yet is the music. As a silent film, it can live and die on the music and here it’s pretty good. It doesn’t have the distinct, warm feel of the original soundtrack but the feelings it creates works well in scenes such as the dog’s death at the start, and it does still pull at the heartstrings. ‘Light The Night’, the song that plays during the fantastical flight, doesn’t have the vocal power or catchiness of ‘Walking In The Air’, and also doesn’t have nostalgia to fall back on, but it’s a nicely sung and performed song that, though a little more withdrawn than the original, will be a grower. It was never going to be able to become as iconic as that first song but it succeeds from the listen, and I’m glad they didn’t bring ‘Walking In The Air’ back into this film as that would have been a back-step.
Overall, ‘The Snowman and the Snowdog’ was an enjoyable festive watch. The animation style was beautiful and it’s great to see hand-drawn animation back to the forefront – though it is supported by CGI in the snow, lighting effects and the plane but these were nicely integrated and you wouldn’t realise it. The music is not as distinctive as the original but the soundtrack and new song compliment the animation well. The plot is rather derivative of the original with too many plot points re-hashed from the original into this so it feels more like a re-make than a follow-up and the death of the snowman a second time round doesn’t have the same impact, but the snowdog is beautifully animated and full of character and really makes the film. Thankfully it doesn’t damage the reputation of the original as it keeps the quality but is too close to the original to be its own film. A great watch for Christmas though.
7/10
Monday, 24 December 2012
Phil and Carl’s Magical Trip to London
Last weekend myself and friend Carl headed down to London to see a gig – the incredible Electric Six at Shepherd’s Bush Empire – but also enjoyed the best of what the capital has to offer.
We set down early on the Saturday morning on the National Express and I have to confess I was a little bit the worse for wear after the staff Christmas do the night before – don’t mix cider and wine and no water, kids! – so the first two hours were an experience in keeping it all down. It’s not helped by the fact that the reclining seats on National Express coaches don’t particularly recline back that far. Thankfully by the time we stopped off at the delightfully title ‘Trowell’ services I was feeling much better and ready to face the rest of the journey that remained relatively uneventful. We soon arrived at Victoria Coach station and getting ready for the day.
Firstly it was off to the hotel via the Underground and, as sod’s law dictates, my day pass (£7) didn’t work so for the rest of the day had to constantly flash my ticket (steady!) at the turnstile operators. We jumped on the tube over to Kings Cross and then down to our hotel, the straight up titled ‘Euro Hotel’ on Cartwright Gardens, a beautiful crescent familiar from many television shows and films. We checked in – annoyingly for my bank balance we then had to pay for the hotel room (£63) which I thought I’d paid for back in April when I booked the room – and I got room 13, unlucky for the same. The room was small but had everything that was needed from a bed, TV, sink, wardrobe, kettle and fresh towels among other bits and bobs, plus a neat view out of the window. The toilet and shower was communal but was very clean so no complaints there.
Having unpacked a little we then headed off for our meeting with some friends in the Wetherspoons (“Central Bar”) in Shepherd’s Bush, several tube trips away. The underground was weird on a Saturday as, instead of the usual weekday push and pull that you get normally, everyone seemed to be ambling along and it was me ploughing through the place.
We soon got to Wetherspoons, ten or so minutes later than our meeting time of 2pm, and this was an experience. It was insanely busy and we had to wait a while for a table. This did allow us to prop up the bar and realise the drinks prices were the same as in Bradford, so that’s a win, but that the Saturday staff were particularly daft. One left a frustrated cockney – whose ramblings were approaching cliché – waiting five minutes before he could put his pin number in a machine. A second dropped a customer’s change into his pint and then shrugged his shoulders when the customer commented on this.
It was, though, by Wetherspoons standards, quite posh, in that they didn’t have a table of packaged sauces, but brought them round on a little tray, which is thumbs up for a sauce fan like me and actually Heinz Mayonnaise is particularly tasty!
Myself and some friends I met through the internet over a love of Electric Six enjoyed a few hours in each other’s company, enjoying 2 for £10 cocktails – including the delicious strawberry daiquiri – and some of the rather eccentric other patrons you can only get in a Wetherspoons on a Saturday. And everything was served in plastics as if they expected an Eastenders fight to break out at any moment.
As the day progressed we headed off to the gig and out of the shopping complex and across to the Academy, out on a surprisingly warm Saturday evening. There we had to queue twice – first for a wristband, then to show a ticket – in the most badly planned out entry into a venue yet but the gig was amazing, and you can read all about that at http://wavgoodbye.blogspot.com/2012/12/electric-six-live-at-shepherds-bush.html)
We then headed back to the hotel early the next morning to enjoy a good sleep though the room was absolutely boiling.
Breakfast the next morning was earlier than we’d like but was nice. There was a choice of four cereals, yoghurts, fruit (weirdly including bananas cut in two) and coffee, but no tea. The title of ‘Euro Hotel’ was well deserved as we were probably the only two English people in the room as we were delivered our fried breakfast, a tasty plate even if the tomato had only been briefly introduced to the grill, but we got the full works and toast. But no tea. Grr.
Having filled up on breakfast we headed out for our day of exploring London. Firstly we headed off to the London Eye on a lengthy Tube journey due to the Waterloo line being closed but this was only revealed over the tannoy just as we got to the line. We grabbed a ticket each (£18.90) which is relatively good value considering the much smaller York wheel is £10 and the queue was short and we were on quickly after a quick bag check and a look over with the paddle tool thing. Getting on the London Eye is a weird experience as it never stops but if you did miss the platform to get on it there would have been a metre fall. Getting on it was easy though and I enjoyed the 28-minute journey around it and, considering I’m not a big fan of heights, didn’t find it a problem. I got some good photos and the weather was perfect for the occasion, and the trip was rounded up in the adjoining building where I got a photo with a celebrity I didn’t recognise in a small Madame Tussauds, enjoyed a four-minute 4D experience with a 3D seagull, live fans and bubbles which was a nice extra distraction, and bought some souvenirs at the gift shop which included novelty souvenir condoms with an, er, erect picture of the famous London clock tower on them, labelled ‘Would you like to see Big Ben?’. No, actually.
Having exhausted the London Eye we then took a trip to Greenwich to see Canary Wharf on the way (humming the Apprentice theme as we went), seeing a flotilla of paper boats in the water for some reason, and the delightfully titled ‘Mudchutes’ stop on the DLR; the Cutty Sark – not paying the £10 to go in, just admiring it from the outside); and stopping off to use the loo in one of the weirdest contraptions ever. I hate to talk about something so random in this blog but it was the size of a bathroom, cost 50p and spent five minutes after you’d been in automatically flushing, spraying something and, er, washing the floor. What did they expect you to do in there? There was also a twenty minute limit inside. I’m not sure if the door would open mid-visit if you exceeded the twenty minutes but I didn’t want to find out, not that you needed twenty minutes really.
We then headed off to Greenwich Market, which was a great experience and I picked up lots of great presents and picked up a delicious steak and cheese sandwich that may have looked disgusting but tasted great, and I ate it in the shadow of the Greenwich college. There was also a great board game shop full of great distractions.
We then went up to the Greenwich Observatory which gave a great view of Canary Wharf and the Millennium Dome among other things and also gave us the chance to stand by the Greenwich Mean Line.
It was then another series of tube journeys back to Central London – stopping via Shadwell Overground for a quick photo as it features in game of the moment ZombiU – before we headed to the Science Museum where I bought some more Christmas presents and wse had a look around the, surprisingly smaller than I remember, museum but it was deadly quiet late on a Sunday and wasn’t the most exciting attraction I’ve ever visited. We did, though, save people from drowning in a global warming simulator, see what we’d look like when we’re older and visit the Google Lab which had two working attractions and the others were being done remotely by internet users, so a little pointless. It also rained for the first time at the weekend.
It was then off to another Wetherspoons for drinks, this time in Victoria station, which was just as busy as the Saturday one but certainly not as cheap. Here we stayed to enjoy a burger each before passing over to the Victoria Coach Station to get the coach back, luckily being allowed on an early coach that got us back to Bradford forty minutes earlier than the one we would have normally got and missed out stopping at Milton Keynes. Phew.
We have a great driver on the way back who entertained us for the first ten minutes with some great banter, including criticising the traffic from Oxford Street – ‘we’re all from Yorkshire, we can’t afford that shopping. They use their Barclaycard to buy things, I use mine to scrape the ice of my windscreen’.
We arrived back in Bradford about eleven fifteen tired but having enjoyed a great weekend of music, travelling and trips to Wetherspoons!