Here's laughing at you, kid . . .
Andrew Young splits his sides and ventures down those mean streets.
HE, dressed as Santa, says: ''Have you got a piece?'' -- thinking gun.
She says: ''Of course, son'' -- thinking jeely -- ''but you don't want
to spoil your appetite.'' They are lying on the floor expecting the mob
to break in. As played by Robbie Coltrane and Jean Anderson it was one
of the many polished gems in The Bogie Man (BBC2).
A homage to Humphrey Bogart and Raymond Chandler is how writer Paul
Pender has described it. A mad fantasy set in post-Culture Year Glasgow.
A kind of Clyde Chandler. And for me it was a case of here's laughing at
you. Which made it hard to understand the mauling it got,
pre-transmission in certain quarters. Over-reaction had undoubtedly set
in. Received wisdom from the camp of disgruntlement? There are few
furies like those of the indie producer cut out of a slice of the
action.
The chip on the shoulder was ubiquitous, and the word on the street
was they were out to get Bill Bryden, head of drama, BBC Scotland TV, a
man who thinks in global terms to the detriment of the little people.
Here he had played his hand with 500,000 big ones to produce an
''embarrassment''. London didn't know what to do with it, they said, as
the stories got better from bar to bar. There was a right seasonal
brouhaha without the ho ho ho.
The opportunity to confirm notions cooked earlier had been provided
with a film festival screening in Edinburgh, then a discussion
dissection at the film makers' conference in the Eden Court. The
contract was out. It was one Christmas turkey that had to be stuffed
with relish and whatever else it took.
Distanced from such politics, I enjoyed The Bogie Man. The film, for
which the inspiration was the graphic novel of the same name by Alan
Grant, John Wagner and Robin Smith, was strong in every department:
marvellous photography (Mark Littlewood), direction (Charlie Gormley),
and editing (Dave Harvie); and producer Andy (Tutti Frutti) Park also
did the effective musical score. Even if the script had been bad,
Coltrane could only have been good with crackling lines like these.
He's Francis Forbes Clunie who goes over the wall while the staff
party at Christmas in Spinbinnie mental place. He's nobody's child, his
father having been a Heather-beater, his mother having been Heather. But
he has to be somebody, so it can be Schwarzenneger, Mitchum, Cagney,
Lacey, Connery, but mostly Bogie. With Glasgow going back to the old
values, gang warfare and that, and still a few culture junkies about, he
is out to clean it up, make it a place for decent people to live.
Other lines etched in the memory: When he goes into this gin joint
where Lauren MacCall is singing Nobody's Child (this song always breaks
him up) and orders three fingers of rye, the barman says: ''Aye, sure.
And ah'll no charge ye for the thumb.'' The showdown is at the
Necropolis.
Winged by a bullet, Bogie/Clunie sees the name Heather Clunie on a
stone and sobs ''Mother!'' Pursuing psychiatrist, Dr Olive Branch (Fiona
Fullerton): ''Now he knows who he is. He's cured. Farewell, my loony.''
To Lauren he says: ''This could have been the start of a beautiful
friendship.''
Scottish, still riding on their dependable workhorse Taggart, which
always brings home massive UK ratings, wheeled him out for another New
Year canter yesterday in Fatal Inheritance. Well tested formula stuff,
the going was easy with writer Glenn Chandler using the mixture as
before in the certain knowledge that an old-fashioned whodunnit, told
and acted with style, will always hit the mark.
The Scottish purse strings loosened a bit to enable a couple of
special guests to wander on to Jim Taggart's piece of turf -- Hannah
Gordon and Francis Matthews, the latter once the more refined TV 'tec
Paul Temple, but here a red herring and a victim.
WITHOUT shame, they really did throw in everything for this
feature-lengther: whenever a murder was imminent, thunder and lightning
crashed and flashed round the health-farm mansion, with lashings of rain
and creaking doors, while people did stupid things, like going into
empty houses when they should have known they were going to be victim
number whatever. The madness of the psychopath was symbolised by a weird
lighting-up doll. Where's yer Rocky Horror Show noo?
There may not be many female funny people on television but those who
have made it are absolutely fabulous. They also come equipped with their
own material, like Jennifer Saunders and Victoria Wood, and have the
knack of recruiting workmates of the highest calibre. Wood's Christmas
All Day Breakfast (BBC1) mercilessly lampooned the kind of man/woman
team who come with the toast and orange juice, and offer endless banter
about those thousands of sufferers from split ends and wonky wombs, and
getting in trim with Jolly Polly . . .
Channel 4's The Big Breakfast is something into which I can dip before
swimming away quickly. But it's amazing the hints you can pick up
between the bursts of induced hysteria. About rats making good pets, for
instance. They've had a particularly bad press and would only give you
the black death under exceptional circumstances.
They are very clean and groom each other, but keep males and females
apart -- otherwise they ''go at it all the time'' and a litter of up to
19 might be expected about every three weeks. On another morning the
presenters seemed to be explaining how to remove the clamp and the wheel
in one piece, replacing it with the spare wheel. And then there was that
funny little American sex therapist explaining to the Bishop's daughter
how she had never done it on a bed before -- been interviewed on TV,
that was.
What makes The Big Breakfast digestible is Chris Evans, the presenter
with red hair and spectacles. Level-headed and likable in a sea of
madness, he is possibly the discovery of 1992.
It was also the year in which television has at last learned how to
un-discover Wogan. He is now going back to where he began, presenting
morning radio. He was splendid on that, a natural. But on More Auntie's
Bloomers (BBC1) he was an irritating intrusion between the hilarious
clips. A pain in the gusset.
The talents of Dorothy Paul have matured beautifully. In See That's
Her (STV) she held a packed Glasgow Pavilion audience in the palm of her
hand. The sheer warmth, humour and delivery was that of a true
professional, yet she made it seem like a big happy family gathering as
she told stories of her up-bringing in Dennistoun. As an entertainer she
must now be in her prime. But you never know . . . see that's her.
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