Now I live in the UK, and I’m working on a dissertation about UK Labour. While we have seen insipid dramas about New Labour leadership problems and the bromance gone bad of Brown and Blair, all soaked in the aggrandisement or faux mea culpas of their acolytes and enablers, we’ve yet to see anything of the gravitas, production elegance, political rawness or basic bloody insight and entertainment of The Killing Season. Even if you know nothing about Australian politics, you should watch this and appreciate the importance of a decent public service broadcaster to its audience.
So, a follow-up vox pop dealing with Met Police corruption and 20 years of pain for the family of Stephen Lawrence becomes a self-serving, smugly cynical, back-patting exercise in doing the absolute least.
Heroes of TV: Ian Nairn Ian Nairn – a new hero Ian Nairn was a man who cared deeply about something I enjoy but don’t, unlike him, obsess about: architecture and its relationship to human beings. He was also, like me, a spiritual Northerner. He’d died at the age of 52. During his life he …
He didn’t always yearn for the past. He didn’t always worship the modern. He used discernment. He was prepared to make decisions and hold views. He is called a Poet of Place.
In the lead up to the Olympics, a judge bans the BBC from broadcasting a TV program in which London Rioters speak in their own words.