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We are told that the Sun always shines on TV and when it comes to Apple TVs 'Shrinking' - yes it does, literally and metaphorically. I'm not normally a binge-watcher but gladly broke my rule when it came to this upbeat little gem.
Was the inclusion of Harrison Ford a factor? Yes it was but he is just one of a great cast that all play their part admirably. There is something special and generally undefinable about Shrinking which is in its favour. Is it Funny? Sad? Lightweight? Serious? Spoof? Well I'd say it's all of these and more, and much more.
What's it about? Well Paul (Harrison Ford) runs a Pasadena psychologist's centre wth his two junior partners, Jimmy (Jason Segal) and Gaby (Jessica Williams) We are left wondering who is the psychologist and who is the client at times with some hilarious scenes that border on pure satire and spoof. They are ably urged on by cooky neighbours, friends, lovers and relatives who make up a near perfect supporting cast.
Perhaps Apple TVs best yet.
Was the inclusion of Harrison Ford a factor? Yes it was but he is just one of a great cast that all play their part admirably. There is something special and generally undefinable about Shrinking which is in its favour. Is it Funny? Sad? Lightweight? Serious? Spoof? Well I'd say it's all of these and more, and much more.
What's it about? Well Paul (Harrison Ford) runs a Pasadena psychologist's centre wth his two junior partners, Jimmy (Jason Segal) and Gaby (Jessica Williams) We are left wondering who is the psychologist and who is the client at times with some hilarious scenes that border on pure satire and spoof. They are ably urged on by cooky neighbours, friends, lovers and relatives who make up a near perfect supporting cast.
Perhaps Apple TVs best yet.
A futuristic, dystopian nightmare, nurtured in the first quarter of the 21st Century, or low budget, poorly crafted, narrative-light flop? Perhaps both. This hybrid docu/drama utilises a scant narrative of a 2073 San Francisco - smashed up, blackened, with orange skies, where para-military forces, ably assisted by AI keep the troglodyte population in an underground world of filth and degradation. Meanwhile, the have-alls live a luxurious life in AI powered tower blocks above the orange clouds.
Samantha Morton plays a kind of queen bee of the trogs in her dark, desolate underground bunker narrating memories of a better time and warnings about the future from her grandmother, before 'they took her away.' These scenes are interspersed with lots of contemporary newsreels from the previous 25 years of Oligarchs, populist leaders, crackdowns on liberals and minorities, the ominous growth and use of AI to control, climate change disasters and so on that are the catalyst for some sort of terrible 'event' in 2037 that led to what we now have in 2073.
A good, if not very original idea, unfortunately dogged by a low budget and a disappointing lack of narrative, with too many clips from the past, leaving far too little room for the humanist side of things - essential in any dystopia. Shades at times of Nineteen Eighty Four, High-Rise and Children of Men, all highly successful and workable movies of the same genre, that all place the human condition first and the objective narrative second.
2073 fails on these counts, a pity because there was a good film in there, somewhere.
Samantha Morton plays a kind of queen bee of the trogs in her dark, desolate underground bunker narrating memories of a better time and warnings about the future from her grandmother, before 'they took her away.' These scenes are interspersed with lots of contemporary newsreels from the previous 25 years of Oligarchs, populist leaders, crackdowns on liberals and minorities, the ominous growth and use of AI to control, climate change disasters and so on that are the catalyst for some sort of terrible 'event' in 2037 that led to what we now have in 2073.
A good, if not very original idea, unfortunately dogged by a low budget and a disappointing lack of narrative, with too many clips from the past, leaving far too little room for the humanist side of things - essential in any dystopia. Shades at times of Nineteen Eighty Four, High-Rise and Children of Men, all highly successful and workable movies of the same genre, that all place the human condition first and the objective narrative second.
2073 fails on these counts, a pity because there was a good film in there, somewhere.
Having lived through these events and was at the time a fan of the political interviewer Brian Walden I was interested to see for myself Channel 4s drama. Directed by Stephen Frears with a screenplay by James Graham, the odd interest in the demise of Thatcher continues.
Walden didn't bring down Margaret Thatcher, the responsibility for that lies wholly with herself. He did however, hammer in one of the many nails into her coffin. The two part series is made all the more tasty because they had been friends and this is developed by Frears to give context to the events that led to the famous, fateful TV interview.
Steve Coogan and Harriet Walter play the leads and Coogan struggles with Walden's persona, looks and accent. At times he simply comes across as... Steve Coogan. There is little about Walden's time as a Labour MP despite the fact that early in his career he was seen as a potential cabinet minister or even leader. As the 1970s progressed he turned into a maverick before leaving to work as a TV interviewer.
Harriet Walter is the latest amongst several actresses to play Thatcher. Despite being older than the former Prime Minister was in1989 her performance might just be the finest so far. She gets the two big issues for all actresses playing the part right-that of Thatcher's public and private persona. This is the key to trying to understanding Margaret Thatcher. Most biographies and accounts point to this personality split. Was the Iron-Lady really a kitten when she was off-duty?
Well, Frears and Graham don't exactly put her into that box, but in the two part series best scene she invites Walden for a cosey drink in her private rooms in Downing Street. We see a very different Margaret, shoes off, lounging on a couch drinking whisky with big eyes for her favourite TV man across the coffee table. She and Walden get close, at least as friends as they build a kind of blood-brothers pact between each other.
Was this merely a professional relationship of politician and journalist, or was there something more? As time passes during Thatcher's tenure the relationship pans out as purely professional as we move towards 1989. Her fall was slow in coming, but inevitable. The 'interview' was well anticipated, as political interviews were at that time, Walden being the master interviewer up against the usually superb Thatcher. Walden goes straight for the jugular and doesn't let his prey off the ropes. I remember the shock this caused at the time; was this really Margaret Thatcher? She fights back but the fatal wound had been inflicted.
As they say, the rest is history. Perhaps the final word comes from the Prime Minister as she looks into the mirror, realising that the game was up...'Betrayal.'
Walden didn't bring down Margaret Thatcher, the responsibility for that lies wholly with herself. He did however, hammer in one of the many nails into her coffin. The two part series is made all the more tasty because they had been friends and this is developed by Frears to give context to the events that led to the famous, fateful TV interview.
Steve Coogan and Harriet Walter play the leads and Coogan struggles with Walden's persona, looks and accent. At times he simply comes across as... Steve Coogan. There is little about Walden's time as a Labour MP despite the fact that early in his career he was seen as a potential cabinet minister or even leader. As the 1970s progressed he turned into a maverick before leaving to work as a TV interviewer.
Harriet Walter is the latest amongst several actresses to play Thatcher. Despite being older than the former Prime Minister was in1989 her performance might just be the finest so far. She gets the two big issues for all actresses playing the part right-that of Thatcher's public and private persona. This is the key to trying to understanding Margaret Thatcher. Most biographies and accounts point to this personality split. Was the Iron-Lady really a kitten when she was off-duty?
Well, Frears and Graham don't exactly put her into that box, but in the two part series best scene she invites Walden for a cosey drink in her private rooms in Downing Street. We see a very different Margaret, shoes off, lounging on a couch drinking whisky with big eyes for her favourite TV man across the coffee table. She and Walden get close, at least as friends as they build a kind of blood-brothers pact between each other.
Was this merely a professional relationship of politician and journalist, or was there something more? As time passes during Thatcher's tenure the relationship pans out as purely professional as we move towards 1989. Her fall was slow in coming, but inevitable. The 'interview' was well anticipated, as political interviews were at that time, Walden being the master interviewer up against the usually superb Thatcher. Walden goes straight for the jugular and doesn't let his prey off the ropes. I remember the shock this caused at the time; was this really Margaret Thatcher? She fights back but the fatal wound had been inflicted.
As they say, the rest is history. Perhaps the final word comes from the Prime Minister as she looks into the mirror, realising that the game was up...'Betrayal.'