My account of a family viewing of the 50th anniversary Doctor Who special, The Day of the Doctor. I thought the Whovians wouldn’t exactly agree. As I say in the piece, I don’t pretend to be a Whovian, I am a Whatian. By which I mean that I watch Dr Who and enjoy it. But I rarely understand WHAT on earth is going on. This was no exception.
Confession: I was growing a little tired of Downton (MASSIVE EUPHEMISM) by the end of the series so I haven’t posted the blogs for Episodes Seven and Eight until long after the event. The comments are on Episode Eight are interesting: Downton obviously picked up a lot of extra viewers for the finale who had perhaps lost their way halfway through the series. No doubt the same influx will be tuning in for the Christmas episode.
My overall view of Downton persists: fantastic production values and great acting versus illogical character development and all-over-the-place plots. And too many “main characters” (as I’ve said in the blog several times, apparently Uncle Julian regards “everyone as a main character”). No wonder I’ve been cheating on the Abbey with the Paradise…
Cover pic: Nick Briggs as reproduced on www.guardian.com
Speaking on BBC Radio 4’s Front Row about a new play, Raving, at Hampstead Theatre, starring Robert Webb (Peep Show), Sarah Hadland (Miranda) and Tamzin Outhwaite. Since this was recorded, it has had stinker reviews. Two stars pretty much everywhere: “A collection of slack stereotypes” — The Daily Telegraph.
As you can tell from the radio review, the play has its flaws — and where the writing isn’t as tight as it could be, the acting basically has to make everything work. But it’s a comedy and a comedy should be judged a success by the noise in the room. And it was the loudest rumpus I had ever heard at a press night. (Where, famously, no-one is supposed to laugh. Because it’s against the Critics’ Charter or something.)
Note: I was very sad not to meet Elizabeth Gilbert who had pre-recorded her item. But enjoyed meeting Sarah Thornton, who was on to talk about who buys what in the art world.
Thankfully this was a return to form (not that Downton Abbey has any reliable form), as most of the commenters seem to agree. In fact it almost felt like an apology for last week’s shenanigans. Which I won’t go into here for (a) fear of spoilerising and (b) fear of recurrence of my post-traumatic stress disorder.
UNCLE JULIAN, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE? The less said the better. If you haven’t seen it, don’t click, don’t read anything. Spoiler central. All I have to say is on the blog. 24 hours on, having thought about it, I don’t think it’s going to affect viewing figures either way. I don’t think people will boycott. But I don’t think it’s going to recruit new interest. It might make it a bit stickier for the current audience. Although, heavens, are we long-suffering.