Can't stop the music
The exception though was The Brits because the awards themselves played second fiddle to the music, with barnstorming sets from Prince - who must have a picture in his attic - and Paul Weller while Coldplay, Kaiser Chiefs and KT Tunstall also managed to cut the mustard.
There was little controversy, though a couple of gags from Harry Hill and relatively restrained host Chris Evans fell flat, which was good in way because it allowed the music to do the talking.
It wasn’t until I realised that I’d bought a large amount of the music nominated that I came to contemplate what a cracking twelve months it’s been musically and I wonder why our mainstream channels aren’t jumping on the bandwagon with more popular music in prime time.
It’s about time the BBC sorted Top of The Pops out or replaced it. I tuned in this week to see Nizlopi doing two hits in the snow at Turin. Hardly inspiring. So uninspiring in fact that we ended up switching to Corrie.
I’m not James Blunt’s biggest fan but I think it’s down to that annoying squeaky voice of his. The young lad who did him on Stars in Their Eyes Kids was much better than the real thing in my opinion.
Indeed most of the kids on the show were good this week so it was with some incredulity that we witnessed “Kylie Minogue” winning. It was a fair performance but nothing like our Kylie or even Dannii.
Someone pointed out to me that the James Blunt kid was staring at Cat’s chest during his post song interview. Was that plunging neckline really necessary on a kids show?
The shock news this week was that the Central Office of Information don’t have a copy of the legendary Reginald Molehusband Public Information Film.
For many many years, Reg was part of the national psyche. “Doing a Reggie” was common parlance for anyone having problems parking a car, for it was his initial ability to squeeze his car into a tight space that made him such a cause celebre.
It’s amazing that a piece of film that was shown so frequently and on every channel that was in existence back then can have gone missing now.
If you’ve got a copy lurking in the recesses of your personal archive let the COI know at email@example.com.
Come on Eileen
I’ve not been much of a fan of Coronation Street over the last few months; the standard has been way below what I’ve come to expect from an institution.
However, amidst all the dross concerning burning chip vans and dodgy valentine cards, there has been a marvellous performance to enjoy from the much-underused Eileen Derbyshire, as Emily Bishop came face to face with her husband’s killer.
Unlike other recent events, which ignored or distorted the show’s history or been revisionist in tone, this storyline had paid its dues to its seventies origins and Emily’s repulsion at discovering she had invited the man who tore her life apart into her home was marvellous.
The scene where the distraught and traumatised Ed drove off leaving a bemused Eileen standing in the street was a great piece of comedy at a dramatic moment, just the sort of thing this show used to excel at before the emphasis shifted to sleazier storylines and casting High Street Honeyz instead of good young actors.
Queen Vic Classic
Over on Albert Square, Pat announced to Patrick that she had nothing on under her coat and then proceeded to open it. Anguished cries of “No!” could be heard the length and breadth of the nation.
Now, you could say that it’s nothing to get upset over as we didn’t actually see anything, however we didn’t actually see that bloke get his ear cut off in Reservoir Dogs but the mental image it created was extremely disturbing.
So was this.
If the week in Walford started worryingly it ended on a superb note with a marvellous wedding episode penned by the great Tony Jordan that was the funniest thing seen on telly all year.
As Yolande discovered the illicit affair, we had one of the best Queen Vic brawls in years, complete with pianist playing in the background. Newcomer Kevin laying out his own taxi driver was a marvellous moment.
I’m a little unsure about Phil Daniels’ foghorn delivery but I hope it will grow me, while Joe’s Dark Secret has me intrigued.
Meanwhile new arrival Kelly Shirley (Carly) boosted her profile with an appearance as the soccerette on Soccer AM following in the footsteps of Big Brother’s Chantelle.
All at sea
Sky One’s The Poseidon Adventure looked more like a Saga cruise for retired eighties movie stars.
The first episode was the tedious set up that lets us get to know the characters so we can start to guess in which order they get bumped off. Steve Guttenberg, Rutger Hauer and even captain of the ship Peter “Robocop” Weller all look ed bored to tears while I found C. Thomas Howell’s ship’s doctor really creepy. This feeling wasn’t helped by seeing the same actor playing a paedophile in ER later in the week.
So by the end of the first instalment, the ship was still right side up but crawling with stereotypes and stereotypical terrorists while the thrust of the plot seemed to revolve around the marriage problems of Guttenberg’s character, who looked much in need of that swimming pool from Cocoon.
I loved Irwin Allen’s seventies version and this lacked the tension of that portrayal, though it might have been better if it had been served up in two hour chunks. I fear many viewers will bail out before the capsize.
Slip slidin’ away
We’ve won a medal in the Bob Skeleton at the Olympics. Hooray! Exciting, wasn’t it? No doubt medallist and instant household name Shelley Thingymabob will be adorning our reality shows for months to come. I’d imagine she’d be a fair bet for the next series of Come Dancing.
It surely won’t be long though before we see Celebrity Bob Skeleton. I can see it now; the likes of Vanessa Feltz, Richard Arnold and Candice off Corrie being thrown down a mountain head first on a bin liner.
It’s got to be a ratings winner and no sillier than throwing celebs out the back of a plane.