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Weekend TV Watch

As Craig said on Saturday’s Strictly, ‘It’s getting boring. Everyone’s good.’ I certainly had trouble deciding who did the best dance but it was time for Robbie Savage to go. I enjoyed Movie Night, in spite of Brucie’s shocking fluffs. It was much better than the Wembley show, which the BBC is still crying up as the greatest ever while everyone else thinks it was the worst of the series.

My main gripe with the current show is the ridiculous and time wasting ‘here they are in rehearsal’, which then shows the couples in a silly film. Yawn, yawn: get on with it! The Sunday results show gets sillier every week with everyone referring to ‘last night’ when we all know it’s filmed on Saturday. Like Pasha would put on that make up twice or that we’d see Erin sitting in a gorgeous frock for the hell of it, rather than that later she’ll be doing a show dance with Anton. Then there’s the obligatory entertainment. Who is Alfie Boe and since when has he been ‘one of the world’s great tenors?’ I thought the Bond medley was ghastly.

It’s still a very hard one to call. Looks like a final between Harry and Chelsee but Holly’s suddenly decided she could be there. Lurved her dance with Artem.



Due to the lack of anything to watch on TV, I’m on a thirty day free trial of LoveFilm. This is a very good deal as I got a £20.00 Amazon voucher just for trying it out. I must say the service is fantastically efficient; no sooner have you posted your film back than the next one arrives. My second choice was Bright Star, which I fully expected to make me cry. Hah, quite the opposite; I found myself laughing at the preposterous costumes. I’m so keen on Keats that I know great chunks of his poetry off by heart. I thought I knew a fair bit about his life, too, but was hopelessly confused at the beginning of the film. Who *were* all these people? Which house were they in? (This comes from a person who actually cried to find herself inside ‘Keats’ house’ in Hampstead.)

I should have known, sigh, that being modern it would be about Fanny Brawne rather than Keats. At the end, a rollover informed us that Fanny ‘continued to walk the Heath’ (making her sound like Catherine Earnshaw) and never forgot John Keats. Who would? If Bob Dylan had died at twenty five, like Keats, he’d still have left a great body of work and would be remembered. The producers did not, of course, mention the more prosaic fact that Fanny later married and had children. The film was full of mysteries. Why did Paul Schneider, as Mr Brown, do an impression of Billy Connolly playing another Mr Brown in Mrs Brown? Biggest mystery of all, how did Ben Whishaw, last seen by me in The Hour, manage to portray Keats without a hint of the liveliness and charm which made people love him? Not recommended.
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