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Thought I'd take a few minutes to give a positive review in contrast with the two previous reviews which are truly dismal.
The first thing that struck me was what happened in the waiting room. A male patient had just left and we are left with three middle+aged ladies. One comments disparagingly, 'It's the National Health Service'. In other words, Look at the riff+raff we're having to mix with now that health care is free (since 1948). I hadn't even noticed the man's clothes, and in those days there were class distinctions, and you could tell which class someone was from just by their clothes. Funny, eh? It was only then that I really noticed that the female trio were done up like a dog's dinner, with huge hats and fur coats; one actually looked like Patricia Routledge's character though at least she never thought it cool to wear a dead dog draped over her shoulders ++ I'm referring of course to fox stoles, complete with head, legs and tails. Another world. These rich women paid well to employ the doctor as a sympathetic ear as they complained about their imaginary illnesses.
When the doctors, brothers, swapped places the poorly one used to dealing with real illnesses in Africa, was irritatedly twiddling a pencil listening to some woman blathering about nothing, could take no more and suddenly then snapped as did the pencil. He eventually resolved to give them some real medicine: the truth; interestingly, they didn't all react according to type. To find out more you'll have to watch it next time it comes on, and to find out that you'll have to sign up to Talking PicturesTV (free!) to get the monthly schedule.
Lots more good stuff in the picture and on TPTV!
The first thing that struck me was what happened in the waiting room. A male patient had just left and we are left with three middle+aged ladies. One comments disparagingly, 'It's the National Health Service'. In other words, Look at the riff+raff we're having to mix with now that health care is free (since 1948). I hadn't even noticed the man's clothes, and in those days there were class distinctions, and you could tell which class someone was from just by their clothes. Funny, eh? It was only then that I really noticed that the female trio were done up like a dog's dinner, with huge hats and fur coats; one actually looked like Patricia Routledge's character though at least she never thought it cool to wear a dead dog draped over her shoulders ++ I'm referring of course to fox stoles, complete with head, legs and tails. Another world. These rich women paid well to employ the doctor as a sympathetic ear as they complained about their imaginary illnesses.
When the doctors, brothers, swapped places the poorly one used to dealing with real illnesses in Africa, was irritatedly twiddling a pencil listening to some woman blathering about nothing, could take no more and suddenly then snapped as did the pencil. He eventually resolved to give them some real medicine: the truth; interestingly, they didn't all react according to type. To find out more you'll have to watch it next time it comes on, and to find out that you'll have to sign up to Talking PicturesTV (free!) to get the monthly schedule.
Lots more good stuff in the picture and on TPTV!
Cracking,lightning right cross from 'Dixon of Dock Green' Jack Warner. See, violence! Oooh. The things you miss when you're far from Blighty! Jack's character missed his local. I sympathise + I miss pub Sunday roast lunches. Sufficient tension. A bit of innocent romance. Bit of sculduggery. Some répugnant people to hiss at. And you're sure it's going to end happily ever after. But is it? Well, you'll just have to watch, won't you!
OMG, review rejected for being too short! They want a bloody 600 word (well, character) essay. Yeah, if i'm being paid, but this is done out of the kindness of my heart in support of Talking Pictures TV, as I watch the followup Jack Warner/ Jimmy Hanley duo 1949 fillum,'The Blue Lamp', for which I will NOT bother to review because I'd like to watch it, thank you very much.
There you have it, my last review. Not that it will be published.
OMG, review rejected for being too short! They want a bloody 600 word (well, character) essay. Yeah, if i'm being paid, but this is done out of the kindness of my heart in support of Talking Pictures TV, as I watch the followup Jack Warner/ Jimmy Hanley duo 1949 fillum,'The Blue Lamp', for which I will NOT bother to review because I'd like to watch it, thank you very much.
There you have it, my last review. Not that it will be published.
Surprisingly good. Ten years of seeing French tv, I'm not enamoured of their comedies. But this is class from the get-go. Some of the word-play, especially about people's names is très amusant though I have no idea how it is handled in the English version -- I'll watch it I have a chance. I was ready for groans and to switch channels, even switch to English satellite quickly but this was fast and funny. Brilliant.