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Review: Orwell: 2=2+5

Film review, The Light Cinema, New Brighton, April 16th, 2026, by Anthony C Green

Produced and written by Raoul Peck

Narrated by Damian Lewis

Introduction

This 2025 documentary film seems to be receiving only a very limited cinema release in the UK. This single-night showing was the only one I could find locally. Consequently, the admittedly smallish theatre was packed. Hopefully, the film will soon find a wider audience through streaming and/or a physical release.

Format

Made with the full co-operation of the Orwell estate, the format of the documentary is to feature excerpts from Orwell’s writings, read by Damian Lewis   accompanied by illustrative visual footage. The writings include excerpts from his novels, especially, as one might expect, from 1984, as well as Animal Farm, Burmese Days, non-fiction works like Homage to Catalonia and Down and out in Paris and London, and many of his essays and letters, right up to his very final letter before his early death, aged 46, in 1950.

Thus, we get the story of Orwell’s life and the development of his world outlook, and as a writer told in his own words.

The visuals include clips from three of the filmed versions of 1984, the BBC play production from 1954, starring Peter Cushig and reviewed by me here Review of the 1954 BBC Adaptation of Orwell’s 1984 , the 1956 American version, and the version starring John Hurt and Richard Burton released in 1984 itself. We also get clips from the animated 1950s version of Animal Farm, and from the BBC 1983 play The Crystal Spirit: Orwell on Jura (the isolated Scottish Island where Orwell wrote 1984). This latter was particularly pleasing to me, as I well remember this at the time of broadcast and have been searching for a means of watching it again in full for years. Sadly, it still doesn’t seem to exist anywhere.

We also get to see rare photographs of Orwell, from infancy onwards, supplied by the Orwell estate.

But the bulk of the visuals are either historical in nature, of Hitler, Stalin, Mao etc, and especially relatively modern footage, up to and including 2024, all designed to show the prescience of Orwell as a writer, of his continuing relevance today. 

Positives

For the most part, the format works superbly well, and some of the footage is very powerful. For instance, the beating of natives by British police in Burma/Myanmar, in which Orwell served as a low-level operative of the British Empire, and documented in Burmese Days, a period that made him a staunch anti-imperialist for the rest of his life, and the public hanging of Nazi collaborators in, from memory, France, accompanied by cheering crowds, just as such executions were greeted in 1984.

Orwell was one of the greatest of all English writers. We can’t quite hear his voice itself because, sadly, despite the very many BBC broadcasts he made on behalf of the coalition government during the Second World War, not a single recording of his voice has survived, or as yet to be recovered. Given that we can hear Oscar Wilde resighting The Ballad of Reading Gaol from a half-century before, and even the voice of Queen Victoria, this is surprising, so we can live in hope that one day the real voice of Orwell may be unearthed from somewhere, just as two long-long lost episodes of Doctor Who and first film appearance of Oliver Hardy were recently recovered from private film collections by British charity Film Is Fabulous.

In any case, in the narration of Lewis we get the next best thing, and he does it well, sounding as we might expect Orwell to have sounded, allowing us to suspend disbelief and imagine that we are hearing the voice of Orwell himself.

And every word we hear did indeed come directly from Orwell, revealing his continued relevance as a writer and social commentator.

He was both very much of his time and out of this time. A very English radical with whom one can have their political differences, as I certainly do, especially over Spain and his death-bed fingering of British fellow writers for being potential or actual communist sympathisers to MI5, while still appreciating him as a writer whose politics came from the right place, from his essential decency as a human being.

Of the footage, the parts towards the end which reveal the extent that the corporate media in the West has been concentrated in fewer and fewer hands, and has essentially become the mouthpiece of a corrupt political elite which essentially funded and maintained by the same small group of people perhaps hits home hardest.

Negatives

I’m not sure all of the modern-day examples designed to heed Orwell’s warnings about Totalitarianism worked quite so well. Indeed, there was a certain irony about some of these choices.

I can’t quite remember the quotation, and I’m paraphrasing, but someone once sad that the most effective forms of propaganda is that which is invisible to its intended recipients. We don’t see it and accept it as normal, in the same way that fish can have no concept of water. Water to a fish simply the world.

This idea is, I think, referenced in the film, and yet, taken as a whole, I thought the documentary almost took for granted that a left-liberal-worldview is a normality that should be defended, and that any challenge to this, however mild, has the potential to evolve into the form of totalitarianism which we hear Orwell repeatedly warning against.

Thus, as well as the obvious choices of the usual pantheon of ‘evil dictators’, we see footage of largely innocuous modern populist politicians such as Meloni, Le Pen, and Orban defending traditional ideas of the family that were taken for granted by virtually all until only a few years ago (and still are by most).

From my perspective, the difficulty many mainstream politicians have had in recent years in defining fairly self-explanatory concepts such as the definition of a woman, or the mangling of the English language to suit the sensitivities of small groups of self-appointed LGBT+ leaders through the introductions of pronouns like ‘They-Them’ would seem to be the very epitome of Newspeak as articulated by Orwell. The film seems to ignore this and to concentrate on alleged demagogic populism as the danger, ignoring the possibility that liberalism itself can be every bit as totalitarian as socialism or nationalism.

There is also far too much Trump. There are very many reasons to be anti-Trump in this time of the war on Iran, but just as McCarthyism in the early 1950s introduced the concept of ‘Premature anti-Fascism’ as a means of damning American radicals as communists, this film was made before the current war, and there were legitimate reasons for supporting Trump in 2024 in the hope of rolling back the rise of a totalitarian form of liberalism.

There is also evidence that the 2020 election was indeed stolen, and that the January 6th demonstrations only took a violent turn through FBI infiltration (as the Iranian protests of December 2025-January 2026 turned towards violence through the infiltration of, and supply of weaponry by Mossad.) It’s taken for granted here that it was the January 6th protesters in Washington who represented a threat to democracy.

There’s also too much Putin. Putin is an authoritarian, undoubtedly, but not a Totalitarian. Political debate happens in Russia. The term used by Putin to categorise their ongoing action in Ukraine, the Special Military Operation, is presented as a mere euphemism for war, and used as an example of how Newspeak is alive and well in the modern world. All I can say, is that the issue is not so black and white. The Russia-Ukraine conflict didn’t begin in February 2022, and I suspect Orwell would have been aware of this, and would have highlighted it, had he been alive today.

There is footage of the devastation caused by Israel in Gaza, but again, no indication that the Israel-Palestine conflict has much deeper roots.

The inclusion of criticism of the state of Israel in the modern IHRA definition of antisemitism is also, rightly, referenced as a modern example of the use of Newspeak. But there nothing about the power of the Zionist lobby within the modern body-politic, especially in America.

A few lines by Orwell about how the British ruling class often spends its time on stupid frivolities are accompanied by footage of Richard Branson taking a space pleasure-trip. But there is nothing about some of the far darker activities of what is increasingly being dubbed The Epstein Class; and the files were already well-known at the time the film was being made.

I think Orwell would have had a lot to say about the descent from frivolity to debauchery and outright evil by a corrupt globalist elite.

There are also sections about the dangers of misinformation being spread by an unregulated alternative media, including social media. Of course, this does happen, and with the spread of AI generated content it’s getting harder and harder to sift through platforms like X and make a judgement as to what is and isn’t true. But without such platforms, and the availability of dissident podcasts on platforms like You Tube and Rumble, we would be completely at the mercy of the corporate media as regards access to information. Had he been around today, I’m sure that Orwell, who was never comfortable about being a paid mouthpiece of British propaganda through his wartime BBC broadcasts, as is made clear in the film, would have been one of those alternative Oline voices.

The most glaring omission of all for me was the absence of any mention at all of the covid-lockdowns, perhaps the biggest, in global scale, exercise in mass brainwashing ever seen; and this happened only five-six years ago.

We close with the famous quote from 1984 that ‘If there is hope, it lies in the proles,’ accompanied by footage of striking nurses on a picket line. A hopeful place to stop, but to damn any form of mass, populist action as potentially totalitarian as happens earlier in the film, seems to me to be a contradiction.

Conclusion

I’m perhaps being over critical. There’s a lot here, in a two-hour film, to digest in a single sitting. I hope to see it again soon in the not-too-distant future, and I recommend it to anyone interested in Orwell, in politics, or simply in the art of documentary filmmaking.

Anthony C Green, April 2026

Picture credit: By Neon – http://www.impawards.com/2025/orwell_two_plus_two_equals_five.html, Fair use, https://en.wikipedia.org/w/index.php?curid=80887431

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Culture Vulture 21st – 27th March 2026

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This week’s Culture Vulture moves between shadow and light, from the moral labyrinth of post-war Vienna to the existential drift of modern memory, with plenty of sharp turns in between. It’s a schedule that rewards curiosity—whether that’s revisiting the classics or taking a chance on more challenging contemporary work.

🌟 Highlights this week:

The Third Man (Saturday) remains a masterclass in atmosphere and ambiguity; Training Day (Sunday) delivers a blistering study in corruption anchored by a towering central performance; and Boiling Point (Thursday) offers one of the most intense cinematic experiences of recent years, unfolding in a single, breathless take.

Alongside these, there’s a strong literary thread on Sunday evening via BBC Four, and a run of documentaries that probe power, identity, and memory. In short, a week that leans into substance without sacrificing entertainment. Selections and previews are by Pat Harrington.

Saturday 21st March

🌟 The Third Man (1949) BBC Two, 1:00 PM

Carol Reed’s masterpiece returns like a half‑remembered dream, its post‑war Vienna still carved into zones of occupation and moral exhaustion. The city becomes a character in its own right—bomb‑pitted, rain‑slick, and permanently off‑kilter—where every doorway seems to hide a watcher and every friendship carries a price.

Joseph Cotten’s bewildered Holly Martins stumbles through this broken landscape with the earnestness of a man who hasn’t yet realised the world has moved on without him. And then, of course, there’s Orson Welles: appearing late, disappearing early, yet haunting every frame. His Harry Lime is charm weaponised—an easy smile masking a worldview stripped of sentiment, a man who thrives in the cracks where empires collapse.

Reed’s tilted camerawork and Robert Krasker’s chiaroscuro photography create a visual grammar of unease, while Anton Karas’s zither score—jaunty, ironic, unforgettable—cuts against the darkness like a grin in a graveyard.

What lingers is the film’s moral clarity: not the simplicity of good versus evil, but the harder truth that in a ruined world, decency is a fragile, stubborn act. The Third Man understands that corruption isn’t always monstrous; sometimes it’s merely convenient. And that makes it all the more chilling.

Hobson’s Choice (1954) Talking Pictures, 4:35 PM

David Lean’s shift from epic sweep to cobbled‑street intimacy yields one of his most generous films—a wry, affectionate portrait of working‑class aspiration in a world that insists on knowing its place. Charles Laughton gives a gloriously blustering turn as Henry Hobson, a man pickled in his own self‑importance, but it’s Brenda de Banzie’s Maggie who quietly takes the reins. Her resolve is the film’s true engine: calm, practical, and utterly unwilling to let circumstance dictate her future.

Lean treats the Salford streets with a craftsman’s eye—warm light on shop windows, the bustle of trade, the small rituals of labour that give a community its rhythm. And in John Mills’ shy, gifted bootmaker, the film finds a tender study of talent overlooked until someone insists on seeing it.

What makes Hobson’s Choice endure is its humane clarity. It understands that liberation often begins in the domestic sphere, in the simple refusal to accept the limits others set for you. It’s a comedy, yes, but one with a spine of steel and a deep affection for the people who quietly reshape their world through competence, courage, and sheer bloody-mindedness.

A deeply satisfying piece of British storytelling—funny, warm, and sharper than it first appears.

Meet the Parents (2000) ITV2, 9:00 PM

A comedy of manners sharpened into something closer to a social gauntlet, Meet the Parents remains painfully funny because it understands a simple truth: nothing exposes our insecurities faster than meeting the in‑laws. Ben Stiller’s Greg Focker arrives as the perennial outsider—earnest, eager, catastrophically overthinking every gesture—only to collide with Robert De Niro’s Jack Byrnes, a patriarch whose quiet scrutiny feels more like an interrogation conducted under soft lighting.

What begins as mild awkwardness escalates with almost architectural precision. Each scene adds a fresh layer of discomfort: a misplaced joke, a family heirloom shattered, a cat that refuses to cooperate. The comedy works because it’s recognisable—every misstep is rooted in the desperate human urge to be liked, to belong, to prove oneself worthy of the people we love.

De Niro plays Jack with a beautifully controlled menace, the kind that never raises its voice because it doesn’t need to. Stiller, meanwhile, gives one of his finest physical performances, a man whose body seems to fold in on itself as the weekend unravels.

The result is a film that’s both excruciating and oddly tender. Beneath the humiliation lies a story about acceptance, vulnerability, and the fragile negotiations that bind families together.

La Chimera (2023) BBC Four, 9:20 PM

Alice Rohrwacher’s latest drifts in like a half‑remembered folktale, a story told in the hush between waking and sleep. Set among tomb‑raiders and dreamers on the fringes of modern Italy, it follows Arthur—Josh O’Connor, all haunted eyes and inward tilt—as he moves through the world like a man caught between realms. He’s grieving, searching, pulled backwards by a love he can’t relinquish and a past that refuses to stay buried.

Rohrwacher isn’t interested in tidy plotting or narrative closure; she’s after something more elusive. The film moves with the logic of memory—scenes folding into one another, time slipping, the camera wandering with a curiosity that feels almost archaeological. Earth, stone, dust, and song: everything here has texture, a lived‑in tactility that makes the film feel dug up rather than constructed.

What emerges is a meditation on longing and the quiet ache of things lost. It’s a film that asks you to surrender to its rhythm, to let its melancholy humour and gentle strangeness wash over you. Not for viewers who need firm handrails, but for those willing to meet it where it lives, La Chimera is quietly, insistently haunting—a story that lingers like a ghost brushing past your shoulder.

Aftersun (2022) BBC Two, 11:45 PM

Charlotte Wells’ debut unfolds like a memory you can’t quite hold still—sun‑bleached, tender, and edged with the quiet knowledge of what you didn’t understand at the time. Set on a modest Turkish holiday, it follows young Sophie and her father Calum, their days filled with the small rituals of a package break: poolside games, camcorder footage, the soft choreography of a relationship built on love and unspoken strain.

Paul Mescal gives a performance of extraordinary restraint, playing a man who is present and absent all at once—warm, playful, but carrying a weight he never names. Wells captures him in fragments: a glance held too long, a smile that falters, a moment alone on a balcony where the mask slips. The film trusts the audience to read between the lines, to feel the emotional weather gathering at the edges of the frame.

What makes Aftersun so quietly devastating is its structure: the adult Sophie piecing together her father through the grainy footage of that holiday, trying to understand the man she loved but never fully knew. It’s a film about the limits of memory, the tenderness of hindsight, and the way certain moments lodge in the heart long after the details fade.

Its emotional impact doesn’t announce itself. It creeps in, gentle and insistent, and stays with you long after the credits roll—like a song you can’t stop hearing, even when you’re not sure where you first learned it.

Infinity Pool (2023) Channel 4, 12:45 AM

Brandon Cronenberg’s Infinity Pool slinks in with the confidence of a nightmare that knows exactly where it’s taking you. Set in a luxury resort sealed off from the country surrounding it, the film skewers the kind of wealth that treats borders, laws, and even human life as optional inconveniences. Alexander Skarsgård’s blocked novelist arrives hoping for inspiration; what he finds instead is a world where consequence can be bought off, duplicated, or discarded entirely.

Cronenberg builds his satire with a cold, clinical precision. The resort’s sterile opulence sits uneasily beside the brutality it enables, and every indulgence feels like a step further into moral freefall. Mia Goth is mesmerising as the agent of chaos—playful, predatory, and utterly unbound—drawing Skarsgård’s character into a spiral where violence becomes entertainment and identity starts to slip.

The film is deliberately excessive, pushing its imagery and ideas to the point of discomfort. But beneath the provocation lies a sharp critique: a portrait of privilege so insulated that it forgets what it means to be accountable, or even recognisably human.

Disturbing, hypnotic, and darkly funny in places, Infinity Pool is less a holiday from reality than a descent into the kind of moral vacuum only money can buy.

Sunday 22nd March

Roman Holiday (1953) Sky Arts, 8:00 PM

There are films that feel like postcards from another world, and Roman Holiday is one of them—sunlit, effervescent, and carried by Audrey Hepburn’s luminous presence. As Princess Ann slipping the leash of royal duty for a single stolen day, Hepburn moves through Rome with a mixture of wonder and quiet yearning, discovering the city—and herself—with every sidestreet detour.

Gregory Peck’s newspaperman plays the perfect foil: steady, wry, and increasingly undone by the simple pleasure of watching someone taste freedom for the first time. Their chemistry is gentle rather than grand, built on shared glances and the kind of conversations that only happen when time feels briefly suspended.

Rome itself becomes a co‑conspirator—alive, spontaneous, full of possibility. The Vespa ride, the Mouth of Truth, the dance by the river: each moment feels both carefree and tinged with the knowledge that such days can’t last.

That’s the film’s quiet magic. Beneath the charm and sparkle lies a bittersweet truth about responsibility, desire, and the cost of returning to the life that awaits you. Roman Holiday is light, yes, but never trivial. It’s a reminder of how fleeting joy can be—and how deeply it can lodge in the memory.

🌟 Training Day (2001) BBC Two, 10:00 PM

Antoine Fuqua’s Training Day traps you in the heat and grime of Los Angeles over the course of a single, punishing day—a crucible in which ideals are tested, bent, and finally broken. At its centre is Denzel Washington’s Oscar‑winning Alonzo Harris, a detective who moves through the city with the swagger of a man who believes he owns it. Charismatic, terrifying, and utterly unpredictable, he turns every conversation into a power play, every smile into a warning.

Ethan Hawke’s rookie cop, Jake Hoyt, becomes our uneasy proxy—earnest, principled, and slowly realising he’s been invited into a world where the rules are rewritten to suit the man with the loudest voice and the deepest pockets. The film’s tension comes from that dawning awareness: the sense that corruption isn’t a sudden fall but a series of small compromises, each one easier to justify than the last.

Fuqua shoots the city with a kind of bruised beauty—sun‑blasted streets, cramped apartments, neighbourhoods humming with life and danger. It’s a portrait of power operating in plain sight, and of a system that rewards those willing to blur the line between protector and predator.

Victoria and Abdul (2017) BBC Two, 11:55 PM

Stephen Frears approaches this unlikely royal friendship with a light touch, but there’s a quiet charge beneath the decorum. Judi Dench, returning to Queen Victoria with the authority of someone who understands both the crown and the woman beneath it, gives a performance steeped in weariness, wit, and a longing for connection. Her Victoria is formidable, yes, but also lonely—boxed in by ritual, surrounded by courtiers who speak to her position rather than her person.

Into this world steps Abdul Karim, played with warmth and openness by Ali Fazal, whose presence unsettles the palace not through scandal but through sincerity. Their bond—part mentorship, part companionship—becomes a small act of rebellion against the machinery of empire, exposing the anxieties of those who fear any shift in the established order.

Frears keeps the tone gentle, even playful, but he never ignores the politics humming underneath: the racial prejudice, the class rigidity, the discomfort of a court that cannot fathom affection crossing its invisible boundaries. What emerges is a film about the human need to be seen, even at the end of a life lived in public.

Anchored by Dench’s quiet gravitas, Victoria & Abdul becomes more than a royal anecdote. It’s a tender study of connection in a world built to prevent it.

Poems in Their Place: W.B. Yeats BBC Four, 7:50 PM

Seamus Heaney guides us through Yeats’s world with the ease of one poet recognising another across time—a conversation conducted through fields, shorelines, and the shifting Irish light. Rather than dissecting the poems, he lets them breathe in the landscapes that shaped them: the loughs and lanes of Sligo, the windswept edges of the west, the houses where history pressed close against the imagination.

Heaney’s reflections are intimate without ever becoming possessive. He speaks of Yeats as someone both towering and touchable, a poet whose work is inseparable from the soil underfoot and the political weather of his age. The programme moves gently, allowing the cadences of the verse to settle into the scenery, as if the land itself were reciting alongside him.

What emerges is less a lecture than a pilgrimage—an exploration of how poetry lodges in place, and how place, in turn, becomes a kind of memory. For anyone drawn to Yeats, or to the idea that landscape can hold a story long after the storyteller is gone, it’s quietly transporting.

The Life and Loves of Oscar Wilde BBC Four, 8:00 PM

This concise portrait of Oscar Wilde moves with the clarity of someone determined to see the man whole—brilliance, bravado, vulnerability and all. It traces his rise with affectionate precision: the wit that dazzled London society, the theatrical flair that made him both irresistible and faintly dangerous, the cultivated persona that shimmered somewhere between performance and truth.

But the programme never lets the sparkle obscure the cost. Wilde’s contradictions—public confidence and private longing, moral sharpness and reckless desire—are handled with a steady, humane touch. His downfall is neither sensationalised nor softened; instead, it’s presented as the inevitable collision between a man determined to live expansively and a society determined to punish him for it.

What emerges is a portrait of a life lived in full colour, shadowed by the cruelty of its ending but never reduced to it. Clear‑eyed, engaging, and quietly moving, it honours Wilde not just as a literary icon but as a human being caught between genius and the world that couldn’t bear it.

The Picture of Dorian Gray (Read by Luke Thompson) BBC Four, 9:00 PM

Stripped of its visual decadence and returned to the purity of voice, Wilde’s dark moral fable feels sharper, colder, and more intimate than ever. Luke Thompson reads with a clarity that lets the prose do the work—those glittering aphorisms, the velvet‑soft seductions, the slow tightening of the moral noose. Without the distraction of costume or setting, you hear the novel’s true architecture: wit curdling into cruelty, beauty shading into corruption, the steady erosion of a soul convinced it can outrun consequence.

Thompson’s delivery captures the novel’s duality—its surface charm and its creeping dread—allowing Wilde’s language to shimmer and then darken, sentence by sentence. What emerges is a reminder of how modern the book still feels: a study of vanity, influence, and the seductive lie that one can live without cost.

In this pared‑back form, Dorian Gray becomes even more unsettling. The portrait may be unseen, but you feel its presence in every pause, every shift in tone. A classic made newly dangerous by the simple act of being spoken aloud.

Peer Gynt (1978 adaptation) BBC Four, 10:00 PM

This 1978 adaptation tackles Ibsen’s sprawling, shape‑shifting epic with a theatrical boldness that refuses to tame it. Peer Gynt has always been a journey through the self as much as through the world—a restless wanderer slipping between reality and fantasy, truth and self‑mythology—and the production leans into that instability. Sets shift, tones collide, and the boundaries between the literal and the symbolic blur in ways that feel deliberately disorienting.

The result is uneven, yes, but in a way that suits the material. Peer’s odyssey is a patchwork of bravado, delusion, longing, and evasion, and the adaptation captures that sense of a man constantly reinventing himself to avoid the one thing he fears most: being known. When the production lands—particularly in its quieter, more introspective passages—it finds a surprising emotional clarity beneath the spectacle.

What rewards the patient viewer is the cumulative effect: a portrait of identity as something provisional, performed, and often hollow. The ambition is unmistakable, the theatricality unapologetic, and for those willing to meet it halfway, the journey becomes strangely compelling—a reminder that some stories are meant to be wrestled with rather than neatly resolved.

Monday 23rd March

The Northman (2022) Film4, 9:00 PM

Robert Eggers’ The Northman unfolds like a saga carved into stone—brutal, ritualistic, and steeped in the kind of mythic inevitability that feels closer to legend than recorded history. Alexander Skarsgård’s Amleth moves through this world with the single‑minded force of a man shaped by prophecy and vengeance, his body as much a weapon as the blades he wields.

Eggers builds the film with an almost archaeological precision: longhouses lit by fire and smoke, landscapes that feel ancient and indifferent, rituals that blur the line between the spiritual and the hallucinatory. The result is immersive in the truest sense—you don’t watch the world, you’re dropped into it, surrounded by its mud, blood, and incantations.

The violence is unflinching but never gratuitous; it’s part of the film’s cosmology, a reflection of a society where honour and brutality are inseparable. Nicole Kidman and Anya Taylor‑Joy bring sharp, unsettling energy to the story, complicating the revenge narrative with their own forms of power and survival.

Demanding but deeply rewarding, The Northman is a vision of myth rendered with startling clarity—visually striking, emotionally primal, and driven by the sense that fate is a tide no one can outrun.

Ammonite (2020) BBC Two, 12:00 AM

Francis Lee’s Ammonite is a study in silence—an intimate drama carved from wind, stone, and the unspoken ache of two women who find each other in the margins of their lives. Kate Winslet’s Mary Anning is all flinty resolve and inwardness, a woman shaped by the harsh Dorset coast and the harder realities of being a working‑class scientist in a world that refuses to see her. Saoirse Ronan’s Charlotte arrives fragile, grieving, and adrift, her presence unsettling Mary’s carefully contained solitude.

Lee’s direction is stark and unhurried, letting glances, gestures, and the rhythm of labour carry the emotional weight. The landscape mirrors the characters—bleak, beautiful, and quietly alive with possibility. What emerges between Mary and Charlotte is less a sweeping romance than a slow, tentative thaw: two people learning to trust touch, attention, and the idea that desire might be something they’re allowed to claim.

The film’s power lies in its precision. Every silence feels deliberate, every moment of connection earned. Winslet and Ronan give performances built from small, exact choices, revealing entire emotional histories in the way they hold themselves—or allow themselves to soften.

Restrained, intimate, and emotionally exacting, Ammonite lingers like a tide pulling back, leaving behind traces of something raw and deeply felt.

Just One Thing (Episode 1) BBC One, 2:00 PM

Returning in the shadow of Dr Michael Mosley’s loss, Just One Thing continues with the clarity and practicality that made the series so widely trusted. The tone is gentle but assured, honouring Mosley’s legacy without leaning into sentimentality. The focus remains where he always placed it: small, evidence‑based habits that can make everyday life feel a little healthier, a little more manageable.

This opening episode reaffirms the show’s strengths—accessible science, clear explanations, and a sense of wellbeing rooted in curiosity rather than pressure. It’s a reminder that good advice doesn’t need to be grand or transformative; sometimes one small, sustainable change is enough.

Quiet, useful, and grounded in the spirit of Mosley’s work, it’s a thoughtful continuation rather than a reinvention.

Last Week Tonight with John Oliver Sky One, 10:40 PM

John Oliver returns with his trademark blend of forensic research and exasperated humour, slicing through the week’s headlines with a precision that feels both cathartic and slightly alarming. The show’s great trick has always been its ability to turn sprawling, often bleak subjects into something digestible without sanding off their seriousness, and this episode keeps that balance intact.

But there’s an added tension now: the world has grown so absurd, so relentlessly self‑parodic, that satire risks being overtaken by the news itself. Oliver leans into that challenge, using it as fuel rather than a limitation—pushing deeper, asking sharper questions, and finding comedy in the gap between what should happen and what actually does.

Smart, pointed, and occasionally furious, it’s a reminder that satire works best not when it mocks the world, but when it tries—however hopelessly—to make sense of it.

Tuesday 24th March

Of Human Bondage (1934) Talking Pictures, 8:10 AM

John Cromwell’s adaptation of Maugham’s novel still lands with a surprising sting—a drama stripped of glamour, driven instead by the messy, humiliating tangle of desire and self‑destruction. Leslie Howard gives a quietly wounded performance as Philip Carey, the medical student whose longing curdles into obsession, but it’s Bette Davis who seizes the film and refuses to let go.

Her Mildred is ferocious, abrasive, and utterly alive—a woman who weaponises vulnerability as easily as contempt. Davis plays her without apology, giving one of the great early performances of her career: sharp‑edged, unpredictable, and psychologically exact. It’s the kind of turn that feels modern even now, refusing to soften a character who is both victim and tormentor.

The film itself is lean and emotionally direct, its rawness heightened by the stark black‑and‑white photography and the sense of lives lived on the edge of respectability. What endures is the honesty of it—the recognition that love can be degrading, that longing can hollow a person out, and that sometimes the hardest thing is admitting what we’ve allowed ourselves to become.

A psychologically astute drama, anchored by Davis at her most fearless.

Power: The Downfall of Huw Edwards Channel 5, 9:00 PM


This dramatisation tackles a story still raw in the public consciousness, approaching it with a seriousness that acknowledges both the human cost and the institutional implications. Rather than indulging in lurid detail, the programme frames the events as part of a wider pattern—how power operates within trusted institutions, how oversight falters, and how reputations can shape or shield behaviour until the moment they no longer can.

It’s difficult viewing by design. The drama raises uncomfortable questions about accountability, newsroom culture, and the structures that allow problems to go unchallenged until they erupt into crisis. There’s no easy catharsis here, just a steady, disquieting examination of how systems fail—and what happens when the public’s faith in those systems fractures.

A sober, troubling piece of television, more interested in the mechanisms of power than in sensationalising the individuals caught within them.

Wednesday 25th March

Carlito’s Way (1993) Film4, 9:00 PM

Brian De Palma’s Carlito’s Way is a gangster film with its eyes fixed not on the rise, but on the impossibility of escape. Al Pacino gives one of his most quietly affecting performances as Carlito Brigante, a man freshly out of prison and genuinely trying to carve out a life beyond the violence that once defined him. What makes the film so compelling is the tension between that desire and the gravitational pull of his past—every choice he makes shadowed by the knowledge that the world he’s trying to leave behind isn’t finished with him.

Pacino plays Carlito with a weary grace, a man who can see the trap closing even as he tries to outrun it. Opposite him, Sean Penn’s turn as the coked‑up lawyer Dave Kleinfeld is a masterclass in self‑destruction, a reminder that danger doesn’t always come from the expected direction.

De Palma’s direction is stylish without being showy, saving his bravura flourishes for the moments when fate tightens its grip—the nightclub sequences, the subway chase, the final dash through Grand Central. Beneath the suspense lies a deep melancholy: a sense that redemption is always just out of reach for men like Carlito, no matter how sincerely they chase it.

A gangster film about regret rather than ambition, anchored by Pacino at his most soulful.

The Duchess (2008) BBC Two, 11:30 PM

Saul Dibb’s The Duchess presents Georgian aristocracy with all the expected polish—silks, salons, and stately homes—but it’s the quiet critique running beneath the surface that gives the film its bite. Keira Knightley plays Georgiana, Duchess of Devonshire, with a luminous intelligence that makes her confinement all the more painful to watch: a woman celebrated in public yet controlled, diminished, and traded in private.

Ralph Fiennes is chillingly restrained as the Duke, embodying a system in which power is exercised through silence, entitlement, and the casual assumption that a woman’s life is not her own. The film never needs to shout its politics; the constraints are written into every room Georgiana enters, every choice she’s denied, every compromise she’s forced to make.

What emerges is a portrait of a life lived under exquisite pressure—elegant on the surface, quietly devastating beneath. Dibb’s direction keeps the tone measured, allowing the emotional truth to seep through the cracks in the grandeur.

A beautifully mounted period drama that understands the cost of being admired but not free.

Thursday 26th March

🌟 Boiling Point (2021) Film4, 11:45 PM

Philip Barantini’s Boiling Point unfolds in a single, unbroken take, but the real trick is how quickly it pulls you into the rhythm of a kitchen on the brink—orders piling up, tempers fraying, and the quiet, corrosive pressures that hospitality workers carry long after the plates are cleared. Stephen Graham is extraordinary as Andy, a head chef barely holding himself together, his charm and authority flickering under the weight of exhaustion, debt, and unspoken grief.

The camera moves through the restaurant like another member of staff—darting, weaving, catching fragments of conversations that reveal whole lives in seconds. What emerges is a portrait of an industry built on adrenaline and compromise, where the smallest misstep can send everything spiralling. The tension is relentless, but never gratuitous; it’s rooted in the emotional truth of people trying to do their best in a system that gives them no room to breathe.

Stressful, exhilarating, and painfully recognisable, Boiling Point captures the chaos with documentary immediacy and the heartbreak with quiet precision. It’s a film that leaves you wrung out, but deeply impressed by the humanity burning beneath the heat.

Licorice Pizza (2021) BBC Two, 12:00 AM

Paul Thomas Anderson’s Licorice Pizza moves with the shambling confidence of memory—episodic, sun‑drenched, and stitched together from the kind of half‑formed adventures that feel trivial at the time and formative in hindsight. Alana Haim and Cooper Hoffman anchor the film with performances that feel wonderfully lived‑in: awkward, impulsive, and full of that restless energy that comes from wanting life to start faster than it actually does.

Anderson isn’t chasing plot so much as texture. The film drifts through 1970s San Fernando Valley with a kind of affectionate curiosity—political campaigns, waterbeds, wayward actors, and small hustles all folding into a portrait of youth that’s more about possibility than direction. The looseness is the point; ambition here is messy, instinctive, and often misguided, but always sincere.

What makes the film so charming is its emotional precision beneath the shaggy surface. Anderson captures the strange, elastic space between adolescence and adulthood, where confidence and uncertainty coexist and every encounter feels like it might tilt a life one way or another.

Shaggy, charming, and full of lived‑in detail, Licorice Pizza is less a coming‑of‑age story than a beautifully meandering reminder of how it feels to be young and hungry for something you can’t yet name.

Classic Movies: The Story of Ran Sky Arts, 8:00 PM

This thoughtful documentary digs into the making of Ran, Akira Kurosawa’s late‑career epic—a film so vast in scope and so steeped in Shakespearean tragedy that it feels carved into the landscape itself. The programme traces how Kurosawa fused King Lear with Japanese history and his own lifelong preoccupations: ageing, betrayal, the fragility of power, and the chaos unleashed when authority collapses.

What emerges is a portrait of a filmmaker working at the height of his visual imagination. The documentary lingers on the film’s extraordinary craft—those sweeping battle tableaux, the meticulous colour design, the way silence and stillness can be as devastating as violence. It also acknowledges the emotional depth beneath the spectacle: a story about a man undone not by fate, but by the consequences of his own cruelty.

Clear, engaging, and rich in insight, it’s a compelling look at how Ran became both a monumental achievement and a deeply personal reckoning for Kurosawa

Matter of Mind: My Alzheimer’s PBS America, 9:10 PM

This documentary approaches Alzheimer’s not as a medical puzzle to be solved but as a lived reality—messy, tender, frightening, and threaded with moments of startling clarity. Rather than leaning on experts or statistics, it centres the people navigating the condition day by day: individuals trying to hold onto their sense of self, and families learning to adapt with patience, grief, and unexpected resilience.

The film’s strength lies in its refusal to generalise. Each story is specific, shaped by personality, circumstance, and the small rituals that help maintain dignity. There’s no sentimentality, but neither is there despair; instead, the documentary finds its emotional weight in the honesty of its subjects and the quiet courage required to keep moving through uncertainty.

A deeply human look at dementia, grounded in experience rather than abstraction, and a reminder that understanding begins with listening.

Friday 27th March

Femme (2023) BBC Two, 11:00 PM

Femme is a thriller built on shifting identities and dangerous intimacy, a film that refuses to let you settle into easy judgments. Nathan Stewart‑Jarrett plays Jules with a brittle, wounded intensity—a drag performer whose life is shattered by a violent attack. When he later encounters George MacKay’s Preston, the man he believes responsible, the film slips into a tense psychological dance where revenge, desire, and self‑presentation blur in increasingly unsettling ways.

What makes the film so compelling is its moral complexity. Jules’ pursuit of Preston is driven by trauma, but the closer he gets, the more the boundaries between hunter and hunted begin to dissolve. The directors, Sam H. Freeman and Ng Choon Ping, keep the tone tight and claustrophobic, using London’s night-time spaces—clubs, flats, back rooms—as stages for shifting power and unstable truths.

It’s uncomfortable by design, a story about the masks people wear and the danger of believing you can control the narrative once you step into someone else’s world. Stylish, tense, and emotionally jagged.

Benedetta (2021) Channel 4, 1:00 AM

Paul Verhoeven’s Benedetta is provocative in the way only he can manage—irreverent, mischievous, and entirely uninterested in playing by the rules of the historical drama. Set in a 17th‑century convent, the film treats religion, desire, and power with a mixture of seriousness and sly humour, refusing to separate the spiritual from the bodily. Virginie Efira is magnetic as Benedetta, a nun whose visions, charisma, and appetites unsettle the fragile hierarchies around her.

Verhoeven leans into the contradictions: faith as performance, ecstasy as rebellion, and institutional piety as a mask for political manoeuvring. The result is a film that’s both playful and pointed, exposing the hypocrisies of religious authority while allowing its characters a messy, complicated humanity.

It’s not subtle, but that’s the pleasure. Benedetta pushes at boundaries with a wink and a scalpel, inviting you to question where devotion ends and desire begins.

Provocative, irreverent, and unmistakably Verhoeven.

Billy Idol: Should Be Dead Sky Arts, 9:00 PM

This documentary charts Billy Idol’s journey with a mix of amusement and awe, tracing the arc of a man who lived through the kind of excess that usually ends careers—or lives. What emerges isn’t just a rock‑and‑roll cautionary tale but a portrait of sheer, stubborn survival. Idol’s swagger, his peroxide sneer, and his knack for reinvention all come into focus as the film digs into the chaos of the early years and the hard‑won clarity that followed.

There’s plenty of entertainment in the anecdotes—wild tours, bad decisions, and the kind of near‑misses that would flatten most people—but the documentary also finds space for reflection. Idol comes across as someone who understands the cost of his own mythology, even as he continues to enjoy the performance of it.

An engaging, surprisingly thoughtful look at a rock icon who, by all reasonable measures, shouldn’t still be here—but absolutely is.

I Was a Teenage Sex Pistol Sky Arts, 11:20 PM

This documentary captures punk at the exact moment it stopped being a rumble in the underground and became a cultural detonation. Told with the rough edges intact, it’s less a tidy history lesson than a chaotic snapshot of the Sex Pistols’ early orbit—full of swagger, mischief, and the kind of combustible personalities that made the movement feel both inevitable and unsustainable.

There’s a scrappy immediacy to the storytelling, reflecting a scene built on impulse rather than strategy. The film leans into the contradictions: the DIY ethos colliding with sudden notoriety, the thrill of tearing down the old order, and the messy, often self‑inflicted fallout that followed.

Loud, unruly, and strangely poignant in hindsight, it’s a reminder of how a handful of teenagers managed to jolt British culture awake—whether it was ready or not.

The M Factor: Shredding the Silence on Menopause PBS America, 8:55 PM

This documentary tackles menopause with the clarity and compassion it has long been denied, treating it not as a private ordeal but as a major health and social issue that deserves open conversation. By centring women’s lived experiences—physical, emotional, and professional—it exposes how silence and stigma have shaped everything from medical care to workplace expectations.

The programme balances personal testimony with clear, accessible science, making space for the complexity of a transition that is too often dismissed or minimised. What emerges is a portrait of resilience and frustration, but also of possibility: a sense that honest discussion can lead to better support, better policy, and a better understanding of what half the population will go through.

An important, empathetic exploration of a subject that should never have been overlooked in the first place.

Secrets of the Sun (Parts 1 & 2) Channel 5, 9:00 PM & 10:00 PM

Dara Ó Briain brings clarity and enthusiasm to a fascinating exploration of our nearest star.

📺 Streaming Choice

The Predator of Seville (Netflix) All episodes available from Friday 27 March

A disturbing but necessary true-crime series that foregrounds victims’ voices over sensationalism. Thoughtful, measured, and quietly powerful.

Mike and Nick and Nick and Alice (Disney+) From Friday 27 March

An offbeat crime caper driven by odd-couple chemistry and escalating absurdity. Uneven, but often sharply funny.

Daredevil: Born Again – Season 2 (Disney+) Season 2 available from Wednesday 25 March

The second season of Daredevil: Born Again pushes further into the shadows, doubling down on the qualities that have always set Matt Murdock apart from the broader Marvel sprawl. This is a world of bruised knuckles, compromised ideals, and the uneasy knowledge that justice—real justice—rarely comes cleanly.

Charlie Cox remains the show’s anchor, playing Murdock with a weary conviction that makes every choice feel weighted with consequence. The series leans into that moral ambiguity, exploring what happens when a man who believes in the law keeps finding himself drawn back to the violence he’s sworn to rise above.

The action is tight and grounded, but it’s the introspection that gives the season its charge: questions of identity, faith, and the cost of trying to save a city that keeps slipping through your fingers.

A darker, more reflective corner of Marvel—still muscular, still gripping, but driven by character rather than spectacle.

The Pitt – Season 1 & Season 2 (eps 1–4) (HBO Max) Available from Thursday 26 March

Ambitious, character-driven drama that thrives on tension and shifting loyalties. Demanding but rewarding.

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EPiC: Elvis Presley in Concert

Introduction

I was fifteen when Elvis Aaron Presley died aged forty-two on August 16th 1977. Ironically, given the nature of his decline and early demise, I was coming down from my first taste of illegal drugs, a ‘Black Bomber’ Speed pill, when I returned home to my parents’ Grimsby council house in time to hear legendary ITV News reader Reggie Bosonquet drunkenly slur  the words ‘Elvis Presley is dead.’

A promotional poster for Baz Luhrmann's concert film featuring Elvis Presley, showcasing a close-up of a young Elvis with dramatic lighting and bold text announcing the film's title and release dates.

This has little to do with the review to follow, but hopefully it’s a dramatic enough opening to keep you reading.

I’d enjoyed Luhman’s 2022 Elvis biopic at the cinema, and gave it a positive review (Baz Luhmnan’s Elvis reviewed | Counter Culture), though the faults and the clearly fictionalised elements, especially the re-imagining of the the build up to the 1968 TV Special as an almost literal farce, became more annoying on my second and third viewings on disc in the privacy of my own home.

A Baz Luhman film is always very much a ‘Baz Luhman film’ in the same way that a Tim Burton film is always a ‘Tim Burton film’. You either like it or you don’t. On balance, and I went on to watch Luhman’s Australia and his remake of West Side Story after I’d seen his Elvis, I do.

Here, there are no fictional aspects. What we get is pure Elvis all the way, the man himself in rehearsal and in concert, mostly circa 1970-71 when he was at his peak as a performer, interspersed with narration by Elvis himself.

Baz’s trademark fast-cutting style is, however, very much in evidence and, with a few reservations, it works well.

The genesis of the movie was when Luhman was gathering material for his biopic and was given access to the archives at Graceland. Here, he discovered hundreds of hours of previously unseen footage. Most of it had been shot for the two concert film documentaries released during Presley’s lifetime, Elvis That’s The Way It Is from 1970 and Elvis on Tour two years later.

We do get a brief montage of the Elvis story up to this point: 1950s Elvis filmed from the waist up only on the Ed Sullivan show lest his suggestive gyrations further corrupt the youth of America, and in performance in his iconic gold lamé suit.

We also get the usual perfunctory run-through of the, mostly rightly maligned, ‘movie years’ of 1961 – 1968 (though not all of them were that bad). But aside from that, it’s early-seventies Elvis all the way, when he was clearly delighted to be back in front of a live audience, in Vegas and then on the road, before the much-told story of his decline and fall properly began.

Some of the footage unearthed by Luhman was silent, and all was in urgent need of restoration.

This was were Peter Jackson’s Weta FX company came in, the team responsible for the excellent They Shall Not Grow Old First World War centenary documentary in 2018, and for beautifying the visuals and separating, improving and synchronising the audio for the Beatles January 1969 sessions for what became the monumental near eight-hour Get Back documentary released in November 2021, and extensively reviewed by me here (A Month in the Life: Peter Jackson’s The Beatles Get Back reviewed | Counter Culture).

So, with the dream combination of peak-Elvis, Baz Luhman and team-Jackson, it seemed that not much could go wrong with EPiC.

And, spoiler alert, very little did.

Negatives

There really aren’t many of them.

With so much footage and audio available, maybe we could have got more than the hour-and-thirty-seven minutes, including credits, that we did. For his biopic, Luhman talked about his hope to put out an extended four-hour cut of the movie. I assume he decided to go for EPiC instead, and with all that rehearsal and concert material at his disposal, there seems no reason we shouldn’t get an extended version on a future Blu-ray release. Maybe not on the scale of Get Back, but I’d certainly be happy with another hour or two.

As is true of Get Back, a valid criticism is the lack of complete songs. Some nearly make it, from memory, Suspicious Minds, Polk Salad Annie, Burning Love. Nearly, but not quite, and it would have been nice to hear a few from start to finish.

Some purists of the John Lennon ‘Elvis died when he went in the army’ school of thought, will argue for the inclusion of more material from the 1950s, that that period represented the ‘real’ Elvis. But I doubt there’s much we haven’t already seen, and it should be remembered that in that relatively brief period of Elvis mania, Elvis was performing short, 25-30 minute sets before audiences of primarily screaming girls. The same is true of the Beatles during their Beatlemania touring years, 1963-66. Arguably, the only time the Beatles got to demonstrate what a tight and brilliant rock band they could have become was on the Apple rooftop on January 30th 1969, and all we got was five songs (some repeated). With Elvis, we are fortunate to have such a wealth of evidence thathereally had matured into a fabulous and assured live performer with the ability to spellbind an audience in full sixty to ninety-minute concerts.

I did find the exclusion of anything from the 1968 TV Special (Elvis hated it being referred to as the ‘Comeback’ special) strange. True, we’ve probably seen all there is to see. I have a four DVD box set that more than covers it, and it was a television show rather than a genuine concert, with stops and starts for retakes etc, in front of an invited rather than a paying audience.

But[GC1]  it would have been nice to have seen one of the many run-throughs of Baby What Do You Want Me To? Or maybe the breathtaking If I Can Dream conclusion. This was, after all, his first live performance in front of any kind of audience in seven years, and its omission left a gap in the story which, as I’ve mentioned, was not covered as well as it could have been in the biopic.

That we see nothing of his very first Vegas season in the summer of 1969 is no fault of Luhman, nor of Elvis. Though we have the fabulous audio for these shows to buy or stream, it never seems to have occurred to Elvis’s manager, Colonel Tom Parker (‘neither a Colonel nor a Tom nor a Parker’ as one wag put it), to have filmed at least some of these historic performances.

Arguably, the time period covered by the film could have concluded with the January 1973 Aloha From Hawaii concert, the biggest television audience Elvis ever played to, though Parker’s one-billion figure was almost certainly an exaggeration. Personally, I think EPiC stops at the right time. I’ve always found, despite the vast audience, Elvis’ performance at the Hawaii show to be somewhat lacklustre. I see it as ‘early decline’ rather than ‘peak’. 

My only other criticism is that while the audio for the film is fabulous, especially in the iMax screening I attended, the drums are mixed inappropriately loud for some of the songs, particularly for the ballads, most glaringly on Always On My Mind.

Apart from these minor issues, it’s positive all the way from me.

Positives

Firstly, of course, it’s Elvis Presley at the height of his powers as a live performer, showing himself to be a master of a variety of musical styles. To give a few examples, we have great contemporary pop/rock such as Suspicious Minds and Burning Love. Country songs like the Always On My Mind. Big ballads like The Wonder of You and American Trilogy. Rhythm and Blues is well represented in songs like Tiger Man and Polk Salad Annie, gospel music by How Great Thou Art, and even his rare foray into protest music with In The Ghetto.

We also get to see Elvis as one of the greatest of all interpreters of other people’s songs. From my first viewing of Elvis That’s The Way It Is, on television a couple of years before his death, there were certain songs like the Righteous Brothers You’ve Lost That Loving Feeling and Simon and Garfunkel’s Bridge Over Troubled Water where I knew the Elvis version before I knew the original, and I still prefer the Elvis versions to this day (Paul Simon praised Elvis’ version of ‘Bridge’ when he first saw him perform it at Madison Square Garden. But later, he changed his mind and got all precious about it. There are reasons that, great songwriter that he is, nobody seems to like Paul Simon.)

Anyway, both of these songs are present and correct here, and both are among the stand-out performances.

But not only does Elvis sound fabulous, he also looks fabulous. Personally, I believe sexuality to be a spectrum rather than a fixed identity. I regard myself as approximately 98.7% heterosexual. But, save perhaps for a young Elizabeth Taylor, has any human being ever looked more beautiful than Elvis did between, approximately, 1968 and 1971?

Man, that guy was hot.

The action cuts seamlessly between rehearsal footage and live concert footage, and within the same song. I have no idea of the technical aspects of how this was accomplished, or even whether the audio we are hearing comes from the concert, the rehearsal or a combination of both. But it works brilliantly. You really can’t hear the join.

Although I love the ‘in concert’ aspects, I enjoyed the rehearsal footage even more. Some criticise Elvis for the huge array of backing he assembled on stage, the gospel quartet, the Sweet Inspirations girl backing vocalists, the brass, the strings (a full orchestra in Vegas, a more scaled down ensemble on tour). Among those critics was George Harrison in the original 1995 Beatles Anthology (dropped from the 2025 updated version) who complained about ‘All those chick singers.’

I really have no problem with any of this, and have come to see 1970s live Elvis as almost a distinct musical genre in its own right though, to be fair, he did take some inspiration from the way his friend Tom Jones was wowing Vegas with a similar big band approach in the late ‘60s (less successfully, after Elvis’ death, Bob Dylan went for something similar on tour, as can be heard on his Live at the Budokan album.)

But what is often forgotten is that at the heart of Elvis monumental wall of sound was one of the tightest little rock ‘n’ roll bands you’re ever likely to hear. James Burton on lead guitar, Ronnie Tutt on drums, Jerry Scheff on bass, and Glenn D. Hardin on piano.

They were the nucleus, and in EPiC we get to see a casually dressed Elvis (well, as casual as he got) hanging out with them, rehearsing in the studio, having fun as essentially the lead singer in a great band rather than a distant and unapproachable icon in a diamond-speckled, God-like white jumpsuit.

Except that he was so much more than the lead singer. What we see here is that at this stage, though sadly this would soon change, Elvis was involved in every aspect of putting together his show, in song choices, as an arranger, and as a choreographer. Watch the band, both in the studio and on the stage. They barely take their eyes off their leader, because he is literally directing them in the moment.

The absolute highlight in a movie of highlights for me was the Little Sister/Get Back medley. Previously, a brief clip of this had been shown in the vastly superior second version of That’s The Way It Is. But here we get to see it, almost, in full, cutting rapidly between rehearsal and the stage.

This was the highlight for me because, outside of the ’68 Special, where he played Scotty Moore’s big electro-acoustic throughout the ‘sit down’ sections, we have precious little visual evidence that Elvis was a decent guitarist.

But he was. On those fabulous early Sun records, that’s Elvis acoustic you hear up front. He even played bass a couple of years later on Baby I Don’t Care.

Too many have seen only clips of him from the ‘50s or from the movies, with an unplayed guitar draped around his neck as a prop and assume, erroneously, that he couldn’t really play. He showed in ’68 that he could, and in EPiC  for the very first time, I got to see film of which I had previously seen only a photograph, of Elvis sitting on stage on a stool, in his jumpsuit, fully plugged in as the electric rhythm guitarist as well as the singer/band leader of his amazing band.

A wonderful moment, and something I really do hope to see more of in an extended cut.

As an aside, it should also be noted that Elvis was also an accomplished pianist. I presume he never played piano on stage in the period covered by the film. The only concert footage I’ve ever seen of him at the keys comes from the very last tour of his career, ailing but heroic and near-operatic as he performs Unchained Melody from the piano.

Conclusion

What more is there to say? EPiC is simply EPIC. It has finished its iMax run now, but it’s well worth seeing at an ‘ordinary’ screening, or even on your TV, when the opportunity arises. It’s a great piece of work by Luhman, and one that may even have those who are a bit ‘meh’ about, or even unaware of Elvis, reaching for the superlatives.

Anthony C Green, March 2026


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Wild London on Netflix: Rethinking Nature in the Heart of the City

A fox standing next to a London litter bin in a park setting, with grass and trees in the background.
An intrepid fox in London

David Attenborough traces the hidden life of a city too often dismissed as tamed, Wild London invites us to look again at the creatures living alongside us and the assumptions that shape what we call “nature.” In following foxes, hedgehogs and flashes of parakeet green across the capital, it becomes a study not just of wildlife, but of how perception defines the world we think we see.

Wild London is, at heart, a documentary about perception—about what we see, what we overlook, and what we choose to believe is “nature.” It’s a film that gently but insistently asks us to reconsider the boundaries of the wild, and in doing so, it becomes as much about human understanding of reality as it is about foxes, hedgehogs, or the improbable green flash of parakeets over a grey city.

The city as a living organism

London is presented not as a backdrop but as a habitat—one shaped by centuries of human intention, yet constantly reinterpreted by the animals that move through it. The foxes, with their uncanny ease in alleyways and gardens, read the city with a fluency that borders on the unsettling. They navigate our infrastructure with a kind of pragmatic intelligence, revealing how porous the line is between “our” world and theirs. Their migration from countryside to city becomes a quiet indictment of the landscapes we’ve degraded, but also a testament to their adaptability. They remind us that reality is not fixed; it is negotiated, daily, by every creature trying to survive within it.

Human intervention and the limits of our awareness

The hedgehog sequences hint at something deeper: the human desire to intervene, to repair, to atone. Volunteers carve corridors through fences, leave food out, and try to reverse the consequences of decades of ecological neglect. Yet the programme only brushes against the motivations behind these acts. What compels someone to dedicate their evenings to a creature they may never see? What stories do they tell themselves about responsibility, about stewardship, about the kind of country they want to live in? These are questions that sit at the edge of the documentary, unspoken but present, revealing how our understanding of reality is shaped not just by what we observe but by what we feel morally compelled to protect.

The parakeets and the stories we invent

The parakeets are one of the documentary’s most intriguing thread—not just because of their improbable presence, but because of the myths that surround them. Their origin story is a patchwork of rumour, folklore, and half-truths: escaped pets, film-set accidents, a rock star’s impulsive release. The programme acknowledges the mystery but doesn’t fully explore what it reveals about us. Faced with a species that defies our expectations, we fill the gaps with narrative. We invent explanations that feel satisfying, even when they’re unverifiable. In this way, the parakeets become a mirror: a reminder that our understanding of the natural world is always filtered through story, assumption, and the need to make sense of the unfamiliar.

A distinctly British lens

There’s a quiet national pride in the programme’s focus on homegrown wildlife. So much nature filmmaking chases the exotic—the lions, the tigers, the sweeping landscapes of elsewhere. Wild London resists that impulse. It insists that the fox under the streetlamp, the hedgehog rustling through a suburban garden, the parakeet perched improbably on a London plane tree, are worthy of the same attention. It reframes British wildlife not as an afterthought but as a subject with its own drama, its own beauty, its own political and ecological stakes. For viewers who care about the state of this country—its landscapes, its identity, its future—there’s something grounding, even affirming, in that.

Reality as a shared construction

What stayed in my mind after the credits is the sense that reality in a city like London is a shared construction. Humans build the structures, but animals reinterpret them. We draw boundaries, but they cross them. We tell stories about the wild being elsewhere, but the wild quietly insists on being here. The documentary hints at this philosophical undercurrent without naming it: that our understanding of the world is partial, contingent, and often shaped by what we choose not to see. The animals, simply by existing alongside us, challenge that selective vision.

A one-off that gestures toward a larger truth

As a single programme, Wild London is compelling, but it feels like the opening chapter of a much larger story. A series could have traced the human–animal relationship more deeply, explored the ecological histories that brought each species into the city, and examined how our own narratives shape what we perceive as “natural.” But even in its brevity, the documentary succeeds in unsettling the viewer just enough to look again—to notice the movement in the margins, the life unfolding in parallel, the reality that exists beyond our immediate awareness.

It leaves you with a simple but profound question: if this is what’s happening on our doorstep, what else have we failed to see?

By Pat Harrington

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Review: Wildcats: Cait ann an Cunnart — A Two‑Part Portrait of Fragility, Resolve, and the People Who Refuse to Look Away

Wildcats: Cait ann an Cunnart (Wildcats: A Cat in Danger) is one of those rare wildlife documentaries that understands its subject is not just an animal but a reckoning. It asks what it means for a species to survive centuries of human cruelty and indifference — and what it demands of the people trying to repair that damage. Across its two episodes, the series offers a portrait not only of the Scottish wildcat on the brink, but of the staff whose integrity, patience, and quiet determination form the backbone of the entire conservation effort.

Close-up of a wildcat with distinctive stripes and focused expression, resting near a piece of wood.
These beautiful creatures must be saved

Part One: The Vanishing and the People Who Stayed

The first episode is steeped in absence. The Highland glens feel haunted, the camera traps capture more wind than wildlife, and the staff speak with the careful, almost brittle optimism of people who have learned not to promise too much. Yet what emerges is not despair but resolve.

The staff are, quite simply, inspiring. Not in the glossy, performative way that conservation TV sometimes leans on, but in the grounded, procedural sense that comes from people who have chosen to stay with a problem long after the world has moved on. Their passion is not theatrical; it’s operational. It shows in the way they read a landscape, in the forensic clarity with which they discuss hybridisation, in the refusal to romanticise a species that has been pushed to the margins by human neglect.

And then, amidst the bleakness, the documentary gives us the wildcats themselves — creatures of astonishing beauty and grace. Even in captivity, their presence is magnetic: the liquid movement, the fierce intelligence in the eyes, the way their bodies seem to hold the memory of a wilder Scotland. The CCTV footage of the kittens is especially moving. Watching them take their first steps into hunting behaviour — pouncing on their mother’s tail, practising the choreography of predation through play — is a reminder that wildness is not taught but inherited. It is instinct rehearsing itself.

In a world where cruelty is ambient — where animals are persecuted, habitats fragmented, and policy decisions made with a shrug — these moments of feline vitality feel like a quiet act of defiance.

Part Two: Preparing Survivors for a World That Has Not Been Kind

The second episode shifts from elegy to action, following the reintroduction programme with a level of procedural honesty that is refreshing. Here, the documentary becomes a study in ethical preparation — a curriculum for survival.

The enclosures themselves are designed with astonishing thoughtfulness. Each one teaches a different skill: hunting, hiding, navigating complexity, responding to stimuli that mimic the wild. Nothing is accidental. Every branch, every scent trail, every vantage point is part of a deliberate pedagogy. It is not captivity; it is rehearsal.

The vet checks are filmed with the same respect. No melodrama, no anthropomorphic framing — just the quiet choreography of professionals who understand that health is not a tick-box but a precondition for freedom. The staff handle the cats with clinical precision and emotional restraint, the kind that comes from knowing that attachment is inevitable but indulgence is dangerous.

And then there are the data collars — elegant little instruments that turn each released cat into a source of truth. They map movements, risks, preferences, and the subtle negotiations each animal makes with the landscape. The documentary treats the data not as a gadget but as a covenant: if we release them, we owe them vigilance.

One of the most affecting moments comes when a wildcat steps out of the final pre-release enclosure and pauses — not in fear, but in ownership. It stretches out along a branch, long and loose and utterly at ease, as if claiming the world it is about to enter. It is a gesture of confidence, of readiness, of something older than human intervention. A reminder that these animals are not being returned to the wild; they are simply being given back what was always theirs.

Resilience Where None Was Promised

One of the most powerful threads in the series is the honesty about expected mortality. The staff are clear-eyed: releasing captive-bred animals into a landscape shaped by centuries of human hostility is always a gamble. The expectation — based on global reintroduction data — was that many would not survive their first months.

And yet, the results have been better than feared. The cats have shown a resilience that borders on defiance. They are, in the truest sense, survivors — animals whose instincts have not been extinguished by captivity, whose capacity to adapt remains astonishing. Their movements, captured by the collars, reveal not confusion but competence. Not panic, but purpose.

The documentary resists the temptation to turn this into triumphalism. Instead, it treats survival as what it is: fragile, hard-won, and deeply moving.

A Testament to Integrity in a Damaged World

What lingers after the credits is not just the beauty of the cats or the bleakness of their situation, but the integrity of the people who have chosen to stand between a species and oblivion. Their work is a counter-narrative to the cruelty that put the wildcat in danger in the first place. It is meticulous, ethically grounded, and suffused with a kind of hope that is neither naïve nor performative.

Wildcats: Cait ann an Cunnart is ultimately a documentary about responsibility — the responsibility to repair, to protect, and to act even when success is uncertain. It is a portrait of a species on the brink, yes, but also of a team whose passion is not a sentiment but a discipline.

And in a world that often rewards indifference, that discipline feels quietly revolutionary.

Editorial note: The programme commentary is in Scottish Gaelic with English subtitles (though interviews are in English). Both episodes are available on BBC Iplayer.

Reviewed by Pat Harrington

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Review: David Baddiel: Cat Man (Channel 4)

David Baddiel: Cat Man, a three‑episode Channel 4 series, set out to explore Britain’s fascination with felines — from Downing Street mascots to internet icons and the oddities of kitten yoga. The premise had real potential, but the show never quite found a consistent tone or structure. Each episode wandered across loosely connected themes, leaving the series feeling more like a scrapbook of cat‑related curiosities than a focused documentary.

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Baddiel’s presenting style — dry, ironic, slightly detached — often clashed with the warmth and curiosity the subject matter seemed to call for. Even when he brought in celebrity cat owners like Jonathan Ross and Ricky Gervais, their contributions felt more like brief cameos than meaningful explorations of why people love cats.

What made this scattershot approach more frustrating was the quality of the material the programme did stumble upon. Several segments touched on genuinely fascinating ideas but never stayed with them long enough to say anything substantial. The most striking example was the discussion of the therapeutic effect of a cat’s purr — a subject with real scientific, emotional and cultural depth — which the series mentioned almost in passing before darting off to something lighter. Moments like that hinted at a richer, more coherent documentary that remained just out of reach.

Across its three instalments, Cat Man suggested the outline of a stronger series it never quite became. With a clearer thematic focus — or a presenter more naturally aligned with the tone — Channel 4 could have delivered something genuinely insightful about the nation’s relationship with cats. Instead, it remained a light, occasionally charming, but ultimately superficial wander through the world of feline fandom.


Reviewed by Pat Harrington. Image by Kollectiv Futur

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Matthew Perry and the Ketamine Queen Reviewed

The documentary sets itself the unenviable task of reconstructing Matthew Perry’s final months—a period marked by isolation, legal sensitivities, and the shadow of addiction. Few direct witnesses were willing or able to speak, and those closest to him were constrained by confidentiality or legal risk. Against this backdrop, the production team—the podcaster and her producer—deserve credit for coaxing testimony and weaving together fragments into a coherent narrative. Their skill lies not in sensationalism but in persistence: they manage to make silence itself part of the story.

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Matthew Perry: Hollywood star who drowned after taking Ketamine

The documentary features a series of revealing interviews with people who either knew Jasveen Sangha personally or investigated her crimes. Bill Bodner, former Special Agent in Charge at the DEA’s Los Angeles office, outlines the scale of Sangha’s ketamine‑trafficking network. Tony Marquez, a long‑time friend, reflects on the shock of discovering her double life. Jash Negandhi, who knew Sangha from their university days at UC Irvine, recalls someone who gave no hint of involvement in drug dealing. The film also includes commentary from Martin Estrada, former Chief Prosecutor for the Central District of California, who explains how Sangha continued selling ketamine even after learning it had caused a previous fatal overdose.

The film treats Perry’s addiction with a delicate balance. It acknowledges the structural forces—availability of substances, permissive medical networks—while not erasing his own agency. This duality is crucial: addiction is both a disease and a set of choices, and the documentary resists the temptation to simplify. The viewer is left with the uncomfortable truth that responsibility and vulnerability coexist.

One of the most striking threads is the contrast between the so‑called “Ketamine Queen” and the medical professionals around Perry. The Queen is depicted as a figure of notoriety, facing scrutiny and stigma, while the two doctors and the personal assistant appear shielded by professional and legal protections. The disparity raises questions about who society chooses to punish and who it quietly absolves or handles with a light touch. The documentary doesn’t resolve this tension—it leaves it hanging, which is perhaps its most honest gesture.

The absence of direct witnesses could have sunk the project, but instead it becomes part of the texture. The filmmakers lean into the difficulty, showing how isolation itself is evidence of Perry’s state. Their achievement lies in turning limitation into atmosphere: the gaps in testimony become a portrait of loneliness.

This is not a definitive account—it cannot be, given the constraints—but it is a brave attempt to illuminate a story that resists illumination. The podcaster and producer succeed in making the viewer feel both the fragility of Perry’s situation and the unevenness of the systems around him. It is a documentary that asks more questions than it answers, and in doing so, it respects the complexity of its subject.

Reviewed by Pat Harrington

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Documentary review: Nudes For Sale (2020)

This documentary presented by Ellie Flynn sketches an industry in fragments, and it is those fragments—the sharp contrasts between participants—that linger. One woman is shown living in luxury, her earnings underwriting a lifestyle of apparent ease. Others, by contrast, are portrayed supplementing benefits with modest takings, their work less a career than a precarious sideline. The juxtaposition is stark, and it raises questions about what kind of mental attitude, resilience, or business acumen is required to thrive—and whether thriving itself comes at a psychological cost.

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Ellie Flynn’s investigation in Nudes For Sale reveals the fragmented, often contradictory world behind online nude‑selling. Credit: BBC.

What the film does not fully confront is the interior landscape of those involved. Success is framed in financial terms, but the emotional toll—loneliness, shifts in self-esteem, the reshaping of self-perception—remains largely unexamined. This absence is telling. To understand the industry only through income brackets is to miss the deeper story: how participation alters identity, how it reshapes relationships, and how it leaves lasting marks on those who engage in it.

Equally revealing is the divergence in how earnings are treated. Some participants approach their work as a business, investing for the future, building a sense of security. Others spend in the moment, living day to day. This split is not merely financial; it reflects different philosophies of survival and self-worth. The documentary gestures at these choices but does not interrogate them, leaving viewers to wonder whether the industry offers genuine sustainability or only fleeting gains.

Stylistically, the film is compelling but incomplete. It succeeds in showing diversity of outcomes, yet it shies away from probing the psychological depth of its subjects. The result is a portrait that is vivid but partial: a mosaic of contrasting lives, without the connective tissue of emotional resonance.

For viewers, the takeaway is clear: this is not a monolithic industry but a spectrum of experiences, shaped by attitude, circumstance, and choice. Yet the documentary’s reluctance to delve into the inner costs leaves us with unanswered questions. What does it mean to succeed here? And at what price?

Reviewed by Pat Harrington

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Review: Beatles Anthology 2025

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JULY 10, 2008 – BERLIN: the wax figures of the “Beatles” with Paul McCartney, Ringo Starr, John Lennon and George Harrison – official opening of the waxworks “Madame Tussauds Berlin”.

Introduction

The initial release of the Anthology albums and the eight-part television series shown on ITV were big events in 1995/6, even if the viewing figures for the latter steadily declined as the series progressed.

The showing of the final episode on New Year’s Eve when any Brit’ worthy of the name was down the pub or at a party was as inexplicable as the decision to release the new single Free as a Bird after most of us had already bought it on the Anthology One album, a decision that deprived them of their first number one single in a quarter of a century.

But the enterprise was still a big event, and one that, for a time, united both casual and hardcore fans. Before Anthology, the best television rendering of the Beatles journey we’d had was The Complete Beatles. That was good for its time, but here, finally were the three surviving  Beatles telling their story in their own words, together with archive footage and audio of John, as well as important contributions from significant others such as their Producer George Martin, and manager Brian Epstein, who sadly, like John, had to participate from beyond the grave, and former road manager and then Apple boss Neil Aspinall.

Through working on John demos donated by Yoko, and with a little help from Jeff Lynne and the, then, wonders of modern technology, the ‘boys’ provided us with new material in the form of the two singles, the aforementioned Free As A Bird and Real Love.

The third song they commenced work on, Now and Then, had to wait until 2023 to get its moment in the sun, and you can read my detailed review here The Last Beatles Song | Counter Culture

It was a project that had been long in the making. Aspinall had produced a rough ninety-minute first draft as far back as 1970, provisionally to be called The Long and Winding Road. Ringo’s comment at the time was that ‘It’s mostly us getting in and out of cars, and on and off planes.’

As they had only just broken up, and were wracked with business and personal differences, it was all way too soon, anyway.

But it was idea which would resurface periodically over the years. John even referred to it, still calling it The Long and Winding Road, though, in reality, neither he nor George was ever going to allow to be called after what was essentially a Paul solo composition, during his final round of interviews to publicise his and Yoko’s Double Fantasy album shortly before his tragic murder in December 1980.

Their interest in the project likely rose and fell in direct collation to the state of these differences.

George, conversely the ‘money Beatle’ as well as the ‘Spiritual Beatle,’ was finally driven to to commit to completing this unfinished business by financial concerns, following the collapse of his initially successful Handmade Films production company (Life of Brian, The Long Good Friday, Whitnall and I – not a bad resume), and some shoddy business management.

Conversely George, as well as being the ‘Spiritual Beatle’ was also the ‘Money Beatle’, just as he was, at various times, both the most and the least willing of the four to entertain the idea of a reunion.

On a personal level, my memory is of being drastically late for work through waiting for Chris Evans to play Free as a Bid, as he promised to do every five minutes or so on his Breakfast Show a day or two before its release. This was not quite the first ever radio play. That distinction had belonged to Anne Nightingale a few hours earlier, in the Radio Two ‘graveyard slot,’ but not even I was that dedicated. Or maybe I simply didn’t know that Annie would be playing it.

So, there I was, waiting for Chris to get on with it as the clock ticked ever closer to the start of my 10-8 shift.

In the end, I didn’t even bother to make up an excuse. My colleagues knew me well enough to forgive and forget.

First impressions? To be honest, I think I had an exaggerated idea of what could be done with a two-track mono tape recorded with the cassette player on top of the piano, even with a great producer like Jeff Lynne, and, presumably, the most cutting-edge technology then available to anyone, anywhere. Those ghostly John Lennon vocals took some getting used, though I came to love it, in time. The moment when George’s half-verse gives way to his cracker of a slide guitar solo is right up there as a truly great Beatles moment.

So, of course, I bought the CDs, and watched the series, and loved it, even if, as I’ve heard many fans comment, I thought the earlier episodes were better than the latter. This was largely, because, save for the ‘rooftop gig’ of January 1969, miming to Hey Jude and Revolution on the David Frost show a year earlier, and to All You Need Is Love at the worldwide One World TV broadcast a year before that, there is no live Beatles footage after the summer of ’66, and, it seemed, aside from that which became first Let It Be and then Get Back, a dearth of in-studio rehearsal and recording material.

The result of this, was a lot more talking heads in the latter episodes, and that can get wearing, even if the heads doing most of the talking are mostly the Beatles.

Still, the series was great, and when the DVD version finally came out, it came with a whole two and-a-half-hours’ worth of Extras material.

But we Beatles fans are never fully satisfied; and why should we be? So, as soon as Blu Rays became a thing, the clamour for a visual and audio upgrade began.

In addition, the release of the superb Super de Lux versions of the latter Beatles albums, Revolver to Let It Be, had shown that George Martin’s comment at the time of the original Anthology albums, to the effect that ‘That’s it, now. If we put anything else out it would have to be called ‘Scraping the Bottom of the Barrell’ because there’s nothing left in the can’, was plain wrong. Those albums had revealed that much better alternative takes of songs, or even previously unheard tracks, existed in the vaults of Abbey Road than were released on the original three-volume Anthology album.

Then, there was the little matter of Peter Jackson’s epic Get Back, which was released, again on Disney, in November 2022. The way that Jackson had taken Michael-Lyndsey-Hogg’s eighty minutes of grainy, narratively direction-less Let It Be, and made of it almost eight-hours of high-definition, sonically superb compelling drama (at least for us obsessives. Get Back is not really one for the normies) had raised the bar still higher by showing what could now be done.

My Get Back review can be read here A Month in the Life: Peter Jackson’s The Beatles Get Back reviewed | Counter Culture

So, here we are. We finally have our long-awaited Anthology upgrade. Maybe not on Blu Ray (another point I’ll return to shortly), but with Jackson again at the helm, with the sonic aspects handled by Giles Martin, whose work on those expanded album collections has been generally excellent (it must be in the genes), apart from the occasional misfire like his sacrilegious butchering of I Am the Walrus on the recent ‘Blue’ (1967-70) remix, there seemed very little that could go wrong.

So, did it?

 Positives

The short answer, is no. It’s pretty much positives all the way, for me.

Anthology 2025 is a vast improvement on the original visually. That had been made to be seen on the small cathode televisions of the time, and, watching recently the first four episodes from my DVD Box-set, it shows. The new version is very clearly made to be seen on the much bigger, digital HD screens now present in most of our homes.

Sonically, it’s also massively improved. I don’t possess a 5.1 surround system, but those who do, report that it sounds amazing.

There’s also a lot more John. Of course, he’s the only Beatle who didn’t live to take part in the project personally, but there are more audio and visual clips included than previously, so there’s more of a sense of him being involved. Obviously, a lot of care and attention has been taken in the selection of these clips, presumably at the urging of son Sean, who for the first time is listed among the producers of the series, alongside Paul, Ringo and George’s widow Olivia, rather than the now ailing ninety-three-year-old Yoko.

One disappointment among fans was when we learned, shortly before release, that we were getting an upgrade of the TV series rather than the extended DVD release.

But more is not always better, and I think that the series is much better paced than the old physical release version, where, based on my recent viewing of episodes 1-4, there was a lot of unnecessary repetition and padding. That makes it a better jumping-on point for those who are only now in the process of discovering the Beatles.

For someone like me, born in the same year as the release of Love Me Do, their first proper single, it’s hard to believe that such people exist, but they do.

And the series is still substantial enough to satisfy (more or less) us old obsessives.

It’s not a straight upgrade of what we saw on our TV screens either, and that’s another big positive.

As I’ve said, my own view of the 1995 series was that the earlier episodes were better than the latter, which was no doubt a contributory factor to those declining viewing figures. Now, my opinion has changed, with a definite preference for the latter episodes.

Leaving aside the new episode nine, which I’ll mention shortly, there is a lot more footage of Paul, George and Ringo being interviewed together while making the project than was previously the case, and that helps to fill out the latter episodes, and in a way that is interesting and enlightening.

As Ringo says at one point, ‘My Anthology would be different to Paul’s, Geoge and John’s would be different…’ I’m paraphrasing, but his basic point is that there can be no single ‘true’ story of the Beatles, and what was presented as their official history in 1995, and now, was always going to be the result of compromise between the main protagonists, which is one reason that the original took around four years to make, even once the decision to go ahead had been made.

We’ve long known that there were tensions present at those 1990s meet-ups and recording sessions, especially between Paul and George. But all three were at least self-aware enough, and accommodating enough to one another to acknowledge that there could be no single ‘correct’ version of the story, and this enabled them to move forward and get the job done as honestly as was possible.

Without watching the original 1995 series, the extended DVD cut, and the new version back-to-back, it’s impossible for me to be able to recount every change that has been made, though no doubt more than one super-fan will be painstakingly undertaking this task. But, from memory, definite changes include the appearance of John’s verse-demo for Yellow Submarine, a demo we didn’t know existed until the 2022 Revolver Super de Lux edition (previously, this had been thought to be primarily a Paul song), the replacement of Lindsey-Hogg’s Let It Be footage with clips from Jackson’s Get Back.

I also remember a Paul interview way back when he said that George’s modesty had led to the omission of a whole section on his own development as a songwriter. This is now present and correct, and the series is all the better for it.

On then to that new episode nine. What we all wanted was lots of footage of the ‘Threetless working on Free As A Bird, Real Love and Now and Then, interacting together in and out of the studio, discussing the making of the series itself, more of them jamming together acoustically inside George’s modest home, and passing around the ukulele while playing and reminiscing about India in his equally modest garden.

And we get all that. Not enough, of course, especially of the development of new material from John’s mono-cassette demos. But, actually more than I expected. None of this footage has ever been seen anywhere, not on the DVD Extras disc, nor even in the darkest depths of YouTube.

We do get a little more of the indoor acoustic jam, and Aint She Sweet, sung originally by John on the ‘B’ Side of My Bonnie, the record that originally bought their existence to the attention of Mr. Epstein, has been added to the outdoor uke’ session, as has Jimmy Reed’s Baby What Do You Want Me To Do?

Amongst the newly added interviews with the three of them together that have been included for the first time, they address the question of whether the series could have been made in, say, 1975, with a resolute ‘No’ from all three. Too many business problems and personal issues existed. As late as 1988, Paul refused to join George, Ringo and Yoko in being present to accept the band’s admission to the Rock ‘n’ Roll Hall of Fame. John’s physical absence aside, the time was right in 1995.

The knowledge that George would die a mere six years after the completion of the series is a reminder of how important it is that they got together to do it when they did.

That their assertion that their issues were now behind them and they were now the best of friends, wasn’t strictly true, because the relationship between Paul and George remained complex, is unimportant when we know that both Paul and Ringo took the opportunity to say goodbye, separately, at George’s bedside shortly before his death in 2001, and at a property secretly owned by Paul, and made available to George so that he might spend his final weeks with his family away from possible press intrusion.

That John and George’s relationship soured after 1974, and that they never did quite resolve their differences, is also unimportant. The other three clearly loved and missed him, and, although we only get to see what they wanted us to see, those that remained were at least close enough to get the series made, and even to record together again.

There is something very special about seeing Paul and George harmonising together at the mic with the ghost of John singing lead in their headphones. As up and down as their personal relationship might have been over the years, their voices blended together as perfectly in their fifties as they had in their twenties.

And, in essence, through all the insanity they shared, the good and the bad, they remained those same kids who talked guitars and Elvis on the ‘86’ bus to school.

Ringo, of course, is always just Ringo, the perfect drummer for the Beatles, and often the glue that held three giant egos together.

‘I’ve loved hanging out with you guys, again’ he says in George’s garden, and you can tell he meant it. 

Each episode concludes, before the main credits roll, with the words ‘In Loving Memory of John and George.’ This was a nice touch. I’ve so far watched the whole series through once, and Episode Nine twice. It’s more than worthy of another monthly £5.99 subscription to Disney+.

Negatives

My biggest criticism concerns the Beatles ongoing relationship with Disney. How much more impactful could the series have been had it been free-to-air on mainstream TV, as it was in 1995?

This is made all the worse by Disney’s aversion to physical media releases. A fan-led campaign, orchestrated in large part by Peter Jckson himself, pushed them to make an exception for Get Back, though even then we got only a bare-bones repeat of the Disney stream, with no Extras, let alone the fourteen-hour cut Jackson insists he has ready to go (I believe Star Wars fans forced a similar concession for The Mandalorian). But I don’t think we’ll be so lucky with the Anthology. After all, we’ve had no physical release of the cleaned-up version of Let It Be, or of the Beatles ’64 and Eight Day’s a Week both recent(ish) additions to the growing Beatles-Disney canon.

There will always be a place in this world, contrary to what some believe, for real, physical items you can hold in your hands and put on your shelves, and when it comes to a phenomenon as culturally important as the Beatles, it should be seen as of the utmost importance that physical versions of all of their material, visual and audio, are permanently available and able to be revisited without having to maintain a lifelong subscription to Disney, Spotify or any other corporate conglomerate.

Some have commented that the AI techniques used to upgrade picture quality have at times led to the Beatles themselves taking on an air of visual unreality, overly pasty on the black and white, and almost cartoonish in some of the colour footage. This latter criticism was also made regarding Get Back. I don’t really see that myself. Maybe on the black and white footage, but what we lose in terms of ‘authenticity’ is more than offset by the increase in clarity. For instance, the famous Some Other Guy footage shot at the Cavern shortly after Ringo replaced Pete, has never looked better.

Incidentally, the latest Doctor Who Collection set, Series 13, Tom Baker’s second, looks bloody awful. I bought Series 12, and that looks great, but someone has got badly carried away with the ‘AI enhancements’ with this latest release.  Fortunately, Anthology has got it about right.

The Albums

This is primarily a review of the television series but, as in 1995, Anthology 2025 is a multi-media enterprise, with the original albums, 1-3, having been remastered, and a new Anthology 4 added, released on both vinyl, CD and available to stream. So, I suppose I should say a little about these too, though my listening experience has so far been limited to the tracks that interest me most.

Fortunately, Apple relented on their original decision not to make 4 available as a standalone release for those of us who are quite happy to stick with the original versions of 1-3, and not be compelled to fork out for an expensive boxset simply for an improvement in sound quality.

But even here, there is the valid criticisms that only 13 of the tracks on 4 have not already appeared on Super de Lux versions of the latter albums. I probably will buy the last volume on CD at some point, but even though I remain committed to physical media in all things, it’s not a priority. I’m quite happy to stream on Spotify for now.

From what I’ve heard, Giles Martin has done a decent job of improving the sound quality on 1-3, but I’m not a great fan of remastering or remixing outtakes, and I don’t expect, nor want material recorded on a 2-reel tape in Paul’s front room in 1960 to sound like it was recorded yesterday in a modern recording studio, even if that should become possible at some point in the future, which it certainly isn’t yet.

There’s a charm in LoFi, and it’d be a shame if technology was to advance so much that that was lost.

As for the ‘Threetle’ tracks Now and Then remains as it was in was when it was finally released two years ago, i.e. still great, the remixed Free as a Bird is good, though I still prefer the ghostly version I made myself late for work waiting to hear for the first time thirty-years ago, and Giles has made a complete pig’s ear of Real Love.

Personally, I think the material on 4 should have been scattered through the complete set rather than presented separately, as was done recently with the CD versions of the remastered and extended Red and Blue albums. That way, the chronological nature of the project would have been maintained.

I’ll offer Take One of In My Life as the standout ‘new’ track so far. I think I actually prefer the song without George Martin’s sped-up piano solo, which has always sounded out of place to me on the finished recording. Plus, Baby You’re A Rich Man, takes 11/12 (‘Bring some cokes in, Mal; and some cannabis resin’) and All You Need Is Love, take 1.

Still no sign of Carnival of Light, the one Beatles track that, unless you have been a part of the absolute inner-sanctum, you’ve never heard (ignore the many YouTube fakes). As much as I love Revolution 9 (the most widely owned piece of Avant-Garde art in history, as someone put it), I blow hot and cold on this. Paul had wanted it on Anthology 2, and perhaps made a case for it for the new Anthology 4, which would be the logical place for it to be. But those who have heard it, say that it’s nowhere near as good nor as beautifully structured as Rev’9. So, do we really need a fourteen-minute collage of random noises to be added to the canon? Probably not, but it’s bound to come out one day. Paul usually gets his way in the end, as with the belated completion of Now and Then. A four- or five-minute edited version, just to give us an idea, would have been a sensible compromise.

But take 20 of Revolution, the best take, the version that links Revolution 1 and Revolution 9 in a single song, should definitely have been there.

It’s a great collection, but the compilation ‘1’ (not to be confused with Anthology 1), or, even better, the remastered Red and Blue are better introductions to the band for new fans. And 13 unreleased tracks is not enough to satisfy the hardcore of fandom.

Plus, the fiftieth anniversaries of both Help and Rubber Soul have been allowed to come and go unmarked. That’s what we really want: Remastered versions of the canon albums, together with whatever outtakes remain worth hearing. But Apple rarely give us what we want nowadays. Sadly, the days when the Beatles left classic singles off albums so fans didn’t have to buy the same song twice, are long gone.

Conclusion

As I’ve already indicated, we true Beatles fans will always want more, and hopefully, as with Get Back, we will get a Bu Ray set which will enable us to watch Anthology whenever we want. Better still, unlike Get Back, we will get an extended version.

But, Disney aside, I’m happy with what we’ve been given, at least as far as the television series goes. It both looks and sounds great, the edit has been done tastefully, and to paraphrase Paul’s habitual response to those who criticise the length of the White Album, ‘It’s the bloody Beatles Anthology, so shut up!’

The Beatles Anthology series is currently streaming on Disney +.

Anthony C Green, December 2025

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Culture Vulture 18th to 24th of October 2025

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From silver screen sirens to post-human futures, this week’s cultural lineup covers everything from Bette Davis’s volcanic brilliance to real-world reckonings on power, politics, and performance. As ever, Culture Vulture swoops low across the week to bring you a handpicked selection of what’s worth watching — whether it’s beloved cult, canonical classic, or new-wave curiosity. Popcorn’s optional. Curiosity isn’t. Selections and reviews are by Pat Harrington.


SATURDAY 18 OCTOBER

Now, Voyager — BBC Two, 12:30 PM — (1942)

Now, Voyager arrives like a small domestic thunderstorm: a classic studio melodrama polished until every ache shows through the gloss. Bette Davis carries the film with that fierce, weathered generosity that makes reinvention feel both perilous and inevitable.

Watching it at midday feels right — the film’s slow, patient unspooling suits a quieter part of the day, when you can let the film’s long looks and faint music settle into you. It rewards attention rather than noise, and you notice how costume and mise-en-scène track the heroine’s slow reclamation of self.

This is the kind of film that asks you to feel complicated things for other people, to understand sacrifice as something that reshapes identity rather than merely punishes it. Seen now, it still has a charge: romantic, melancholic, humane.


Dark Victory — BBC Two, 2:25 PM — (1939)

Dark Victory is another resilience story from Hollywood’s classical machinery, but it’s leaner in its melancholia. The film makes mortality legible through small gestures — letters, a patient’s posture, the measured kindness of those around her — and it refuses sentimentality by keeping its gaze steady.

This is not a melodrama to be swallowed in the dark but one to be held in the open air, where its elegiac moments can breathe. The performances are worn-in and honest, the kind that make you listen harder to ordinary dialogue.

What impacts is the film’s insistence on dignity in decline and the quiet courage of facing limits without grandstanding. It’s intimate, disciplined, and quietly devastating.


Star Trek Beyond — ITV2, 8:35 PM — (2016)

Star Trek Beyond is kinetic and unapologetically crowd-pleasing, a film that remembers how to have fun in a universe that can easily lapse into reverence. It pares back some of the franchise’s doctrinal weight in favour of speed, colour, and an amiable humanism.

The pacing is built for communal viewing, with set-piece after set-piece that reward attention but never demand deep mulling. It’s affectionate to the canon without being shackled by it, which is a hard trick for any franchise entry.

What carries it, finally, is its optimism — a belief in cooperation and curiosity that feels like a civic virtue in action, framed as spectacle rather than sermon.


The Menu — Channel 4, 9:00 PM — (2022)

The Menu is a tightly plated thriller that skewers haute cuisine with surgical precision and a devilish grin. Set on a remote island where an elite group of diners gather for an exclusive tasting menu prepared by the enigmatic Chef Slowik (Ralph Fiennes), the film unfolds like a multi-course descent into moral reckoning. What begins as a satire of foodie pretension quickly curdles into something darker, as each dish reveals not just culinary flair but psychological torment.

Fiennes delivers a masterclass in controlled menace — his chef is part cult leader, part performance artist, orchestrating a dinner that’s equal parts ritual and revenge. Opposite him, Anya Taylor-Joy plays Margot, a last-minute guest whose outsider status becomes the film’s moral compass. Her performance is sharp, reactive, and quietly defiant, grounding the film’s escalating absurdity with emotional clarity. Nicholas Hoult, as her insufferably sycophantic date, adds comic acidity to the ensemble, while Hong Chau, Judith Light, and Janet McTeer round out a cast that knows exactly how to play with tone.

The Menu doesn’t just satirise the luxury industry — it interrogates the hunger for status, the cruelty of taste, and the voyeurism baked into elite consumption. Every course is a provocation, and every reaction is part of the spectacle.

If you’re after a film that blends genre play with moral bite — one that keeps you guessing, laughing, and wincing in equal measure — The Menu serves up a feast that’s as theatrical as it is thoughtful.


Bone Tomahawk — Film4, 11:05 PM — (2015)

Bone Tomahawk is a film that reconfigures genre expectations: it begins in a laconic western register and slowly reveals a more brutal, existential core. The late slot is perfect — its measured dread benefits from the quiet and the small hours.

There’s an odd tenderness beneath the violence, an attention to character and community that makes the horror feel rooted rather than indulgent. The film asks you to stay with its characters as situations harden and choices become terrible but necessary.

It’s the sort of film that goes beyond shocks, asking uneasy questions about civilisation and the costs of anthropological curiosity. Disturbing, rigorous, and strangely humane.


SUNDAY 19 OCTOBER

The Longest Day — BBC Two, 1:00 PM — (1962)

The Longest Day unfolds like a civic memory, an ensemble epic that treats collective sacrifice with the careful dignity of an oral history given cinematic scale. Its panoramic staging resists easy sentiment and instead asks you to hold many small human reckonings inside a vast logistical machine.

Watching it in the early afternoon suits its steady, procession-like rhythm: the film never rushes; it lets strategy and chance collide in a way that makes heroism feel complicated rather than theatrical. The attention to detail — uniforms, accents, the choreography of panic — rewards viewers who relish craft as moral demonstration.

Taken now, the film works as a kind of public pedagogy, a reminder of the slow, procedural courage that great events require; it’s both exhibition and elegy, grand in form but humane in its insistence on the individual faces within the operation.


River of No Return — Film4, 2:55 PM — Broadcast 1954

River of No Return is a western that keeps surprising you with tender, stubborn humanism beneath its genre trappings. The river itself acts as protagonist at times, a living, indifferent force that exposes character and reorders priorities with weathered clarity.

An afternoon showing gives the film an odd intimacy: the light makes the landscape both beautiful and treacherous, and the quieter moments — a look across the water, a reluctant tenderness — read less as plot devices and more as moral reckonings. Performances are all muscle and restraint, giving the film an unmannered honesty.

It’s the kind of picture that makes you feel the outsize stakes of small decisions; romance and risk are braided tightly, and the result is surprisingly moving without ever losing a sense of toughness.


Lord Mervyn King Remembers The Age of Uncertainty — BBC Four, 10:00 PM

This is a reflective hour of economic memoir, the kind of programme that asks you to sit with expertise rather than spectacle. Lord King’s recollections carry the authority of someone who has watched policy and markets bend under pressure, and the film is wise enough to let those memories complicate received narratives.

Late-evening viewing suits its tone: it’s the kind of broadcast you want when you’ve got room to think. The programme balances the personal and the technical, making policy debates accessible without flattening them into slogan.

For anyone interested in how public life is steered — the moral trade-offs, the moments of risk — this is sober, illuminating television that privileges nuance over headline-grabbing certainty.


The Age of Uncertainty: The Profits and Promise of Classical Capitalism — BBC Four, 10:15 PM

This instalment interrogates a creed with the patience of a good seminar: folklore, figures, and institutions are taken apart and put back together with an eye for consequence rather than caricature. It feels like intellectual theatre, at once forensic and quietly passionate.

At this hour it functions as late-night stimulation for the curious: archival moments and expert testimony are edited to make argument brisk without betraying complexity. The programme’s strength is its willingness to show that economic ideas have moral lives and social fallout.

If you care about the long shadows cast by abstract theories on ordinary life, this is exactly the sort of programme that sharpens, rather than comforts, your understanding.


Amy Winehouse Live at Shepherd’s Bush Empire — Sky Arts, 9:00 PM

This concert film catches the performer in the electric, precarious moment where brilliance and vulnerability co-exist on the same stage. The close-up moments — a half-smile, a dragged breath — make the performance feel both triumphant and fragile.

Early evening is a generous slot: the energy of a live set functions as a bridge between the day’s mundanity and the night’s reflection. The footage doesn’t mythologise; it lets the music and the immediacy of the performance do the talking.

For viewers who love the textures of live music — the audience’s roar, the small improvisations that reveal an artist’s craft — this is engrossing and bittersweet viewing.


Amy — Sky Arts, 10:15 PM — (2015)

Amy is forensic and humane in equal measure: a documentary that resists sensationalism by concentrating on the small domestic traces of a life in public. It accumulates detail — voice notes, home footage, interviews — until the scale of loss becomes heartbreakingly specific.

The later slot is fitting; the film asks for solitude and attention, and rewards it with a careful unpicking of fame’s machinery. It is unsparing but compassionate, refusing easy villains while indicting systems that commodify vulnerability.

This is the kind of documentary that stays with you because it insists on the human interior beneath headlines, turning celebrity narrative into cautionary civic history.


Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (1 of 10) — ITV1, 10:20 PM

The premiere episode stakes a claim for optimism in the franchise while reminding us that exploration is as much moral as it is scientific. It balances procedural curiosity with character moments that let the show’s idealism feel lived-in rather than preachy.

At this hour the episode plays like a compact evening drama — brisk, thoughtful, and designed to start conversations. The production values are high, but what matters is the show’s refusal to let spectacle eclipse questions of responsibility and community.

It’s an encouraging return to a version of science fiction that foregrounds companionship and ethical puzzlement as engines of plot rather than mere visual spectacle.


Star Trek: Strange New Worlds (2 of 10) — ITV1, 11:20 PM

The second instalment deepens the tonal promise of the first: character dynamics loosen slightly, allowing for quieter stakes and a sense that the series will trade in ongoing moral puzzles as much as episodic thrills. There’s room for small, human jokes alongside larger ethical dilemmas.

Late-night viewing suits the episode’s subtler beats: when spectacle recedes, the show’s thoughtful writing and the actors’ chemistry become more visible, and the universe feels broader because the drama is careful with detail.

This episode confirms the series’ potential to be both fleet-footed and reflective, a show that can satisfy genre appetite while keeping an eye on the emotional costs of exploration.


Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy — BBC Two, 10:45 PM — (2011)

Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy is a study in cool pressure: a spy drama that privileges mood and method over action beats, asking you to read silences and inflections as intently as you would a confession. It’s interior, meticulous, and quietly brutal in its moral arithmetic.

The late slot is ideal: the film’s patient tempo and layered puzzle demand solitude and concentration, and you get more from it when the world is quieter. The cast works like a measured orchestra, each small gesture telling you more than any explication could.

What endures is the film’s melancholic sense that systems corrupt quietly and that truths, when they emerge, do not restore so much as reconfigure the debts we must carry.


The Age of Uncertainty: The Manners and Morals of High Capitalism — BBC Four, 11:10 PM

This concluding instalment takes a wide-angle view of how elite norms circulate and harden into structures. It’s an episode that pairs archival detail with contemporary critique, showing how manners can be policy and morals can be institutionalised.

In the small hours it reads as an invitation to think — not to rage — about the longue durée of ideas. The programme’s patient assembly of evidence is persuasive without being triumphant, preferring careful argument to polemic.

For anyone tracing the lineaments of modern economic life, it offers measured insight and leaves you with sharper questions about who benefits from the status quo.


MONDAY 20 OCTOBER

Dispatches: Will AI Take My Job? — Channel 4, 8:00 PM

The programme cuts through the usual anxiety around automation with a clear, humane curiosity; it is less a paranoia piece and more a careful audit of what work asks of us. It frames the question in everyday terms — skillsets, routine tasks, managerial choices — and keeps returning to the lived consequences for real people rather than lurid futurism.

Presenters and interviewees are given room to speak plainly, and the editing favours moments of human specificity over technocratic shorthand. That restraint makes the programme feel generous: it acknowledges loss and reinvention as simultaneous possibilities and resists the simple narrative that technology equals inevitability.

What lingers is the programme’s insistence that policy and culture matter as much as algorithms. It’s useful television because it treats audiences like civic actors, not passive consumers of headlines, and leaves you thinking about what infrastructure and politics are needed so people don’t simply become collateral in a productivity story.


Hot Fuzz — ITV4, 9:00 PM — (2007)

Hot Fuzz wears its affection for genre like a badge and then gleefully subverts it; the film is a love letter to action movies filtered through a distinctly British sensibility. Its humour is sharp and often tender, and the central performances find an emotional core beneath the parody, which is why the jokes land without ever feeling gratuitous.

As an evening watch it functions brilliantly: crowd-pleasing set pieces punctuate quieter comic beats, and the film’s structural confidence means you can settle into it and enjoy both the craft and the absurdity. The formal precision — framing, montage, soundtrack — does a lot of the heavy lifting, letting the character dynamics breathe.

Ultimately Hot Fuzz rewards you with a kind of moral amusement: it laughs at violence while refusing to be cynical about community. It’s funny, smart, and, beneath the explosions and faux-gravitas, quietly affectionate about the small towns and people it riffs upon.


The Lost Letters of Mary, Queen of Scots — BBC Two, 9:00 PM

This is the kind of archival programme that makes the past feel alive in the most domestic sense: letters are not relics but conversation partners, and the documentary treats them as such. It privileges texture — ink, paper, marginal notes — and through that tactility reconstructs intimacy and political manoeuvre in equal measure.

The film’s strength is its patient staging: historians and curators are allowed to think aloud, and the camera lingers on the small things that tell larger stories. That approach resists easy mythologising and instead offers a more nuanced portrait of power, gender, and communication in a fraught historical moment.

It’s a careful unpicking of how private correspondence shaped public fate, and how the traces left behind can reframe the stories we thought we knew. It’s thoughtful, modest, and unexpectedly moving.


Arena: Bette Davis – The Benevolent Volcano — BBC Four, 10:00 PM

This Arena profile treats a star’s ferocity as a public emotion as much as a private trait, and it does so with an editor’s patience and a critic’s appetite for complexity. Bette Davis emerges here as a force that remade roles and expectations, and the programme is wise enough to show the toll alongside the triumphs.

It blends archival footage, critical commentary, and a tone that balances affection with interrogation; the result is a portrait that doesn’t flatten Davis into legend but insists on her contradictions. The piece is cine-literate without being elitist, making the argument that Davis’s career matters to how we imagine female ambition on-screen.

Late-night viewing suits the subject: the profile invites reflection rather than celebration, and you come away with renewed appreciation for a performer who made vulnerability and ferocity feel like two sides of the same artistry.


Manhunter — BBC Two, 11:00 PM — (1986)

Manhunter carries itself with a cool, clinical elegance that makes it one of those crime films that feels more interested in states of mind than procedural tick-boxing. It is a study of obsession and method, an attempt to map empathy and pathology without sentimentalising either.

Its electronica-inflected soundscape and stylised visuals give it a dreamlike unease, which the late slot amplifies: the film’s quiet dread and aesthetic precision are best appreciated when the world outside has gone still. Performances are focused and contained, and the director’s restraint makes the film’s violence more unsettling because it arrives without flourish.

What remains is a film that trusts the intelligence of the viewer — it asks you to follow the contours of a disturbed mind while holding a mirror up to the observers, suggesting that the act of watching itself can be a form of complicity. It’s elegant, unnerving, and quietly persistent.


TUESDAY 21 OCTOBER

Storyville: Sanatorium — BBC Four, 10:00 PM

Storyville: Sanatorium — BBC Four, 10:00 PM

Sanatorium is a quietly mesmerising documentary that turns a crumbling health resort in Odessa into a prism for Soviet memory, architectural decay, and the fragile rituals of care. Once a celebrated retreat for workers and party elites, the sanatorium now stands as a half-functioning relic — part medical facility, part social theatre, part ghost of utopia.

The film doesn’t rush to explain; instead, it observes. Patients shuffle through corridors, nurses perform routines with weary grace, and the building itself — all peeling paint and faded grandeur — becomes a character in its own right. The camera lingers on details: a hand resting on a balustrade, a cracked mosaic, a moment of laughter in a therapy room. These fragments build a portrait of a place where time has layered itself unevenly.

What makes Sanatorium so affecting is its refusal to romanticise or condemn. It treats the resort as a living archive — of Soviet ideals, of post-Soviet survival, of bodies trying to heal in a system that no longer quite knows what it is. It’s a film about endurance, both institutional and human, and it leaves you with a quiet ache for the spaces we inherit and the meanings we try to preserve within them.

In My Own Words: Frederick Forsyth — BBC One, 10:40 PM

This is an oddly intimate appraisal of a public figure whose spare prose has always disguised a more complicated interior life. Forsyth’s account, given space to breathe, becomes less the triumphalist memoir you might expect and more an exercise in professional stubbornness — a catalogue of choices, compromises and unlikely gambles that shaped a career in popular geopolitics.

The programme balances archival evidence and contemporary reflection with a critic’s scepticism and a friend’s generosity; it doesn’t flatten controversy but it refuses to reduce a life to scandal. There’s a pleasurable straightforwardness to the way the narrative is constructed: anecdote followed by context, with each claim measured rather than boasted about.

This film invites quiet attention, a readiness to follow the logic of reportage and craft rather than the spectacle of celebrity. It’s not a hagiography; it’s a study in how talent and temperament meet a peculiar historical moment.

Mr and Mrs 55 — Channel 4, 3:25 AM — Broadcast 2025 (1955)

Guru Dutt’s Mr. & Mrs. ’55 is a sparkling romantic comedy that dances between satire and sentiment, using the framework of a marriage of convenience to explore gender politics, modernity, and the uneasy inheritance of post-independence India. Madhubala plays Anita Verma, a westernised heiress whose misandrist aunt arranges a sham marriage to secure her inheritance — only for Anita to fall, inconveniently and irrevocably, for the cartoonist she’s meant to discard.

The film’s charm lies in its tonal agility: it’s breezy without being trivial, and its humour — often delivered through Johnny Walker’s comic timing and Dutt’s own understated performance — is laced with social critique. The screenplay, penned by Abrar Alvi, balances farce with feeling, and the cinematography by V.K. Murthy gives even domestic scenes a quiet elegance. It’s a film that rewards unhurried viewing and invites reflection beneath the laughter.

Seen today, Mr. & Mrs. ’55 remains a cultural touchstone — not just for its wit and star power, but for the way it stages the tension between tradition and autonomy, romance and reform. It’s a film that understands love as both personal and political, and its legacy endures because it treats both with grace and curiosity


WEDNESDAY 22 OCTOBER

The Hunting Party: You and Alibi — 9:00 PM

The Hunting Party trims the true-crime itch into a procedural that cares about method as much as outcome; it is a programme pitched at the forensic pleasures of viewers who like their mysteries ordered and their suspicions tested. The episode frames the investigation around technique and testimony, privileging the small, corroborated detail over breathless speculation.

Its evening slot makes it feel like sober appointment television: you watch to assemble facts rather than to be swept along by sensationalism, and that measured pace allows character and context to emerge in the spaces between headlines. The editing is economical, the interviews unshowy, and the cumulative effect is persuasive rather than performative.

What stays with you is the programme’s civic temper — a reminder that criminal narratives are not only about perpetrators but about institutions, neighbours and the habits of attention that let truth surface. It’s the kind of viewing that leaves you more thoughtful about evidence than anxious for drama.


Bullet Train — Film4, 9:00 PM — (2022)

Bullet Train is a bright, bruising piece of genre plumbing: an action film that revels in choreography and characterful violence, its humour sharpened by a taste for the absurd. It’s maximal without being heedless, a film that knows how to make chaos feel like architecture rather than accident.

Watching it at night suits its adrenaline; the set-pieces land hardest when your attention is uncluttered and you can enjoy the precision of timing, the choreography of bodies and camera, and the slyness of a script that rewards familiarity with genre tropes. Performances lean into the cartoonish but find small human notes that stop the film from dissolving into mere mayhem.

At its best the film feels like a carnival with a moral spine — loud, playful, but oddly affectionate about the characters it sends careering through the rails. It’s spectacle with a wink, tuned for communal enjoyment rather than solitary contemplation.


Point Break — BBC One, 12:00 AM — (1991)

Point Break is a midnight adrenaline rush wrapped in existential longing — a film that uses the grammar of action to ask deeper questions about identity, loyalty, and the seductive pull of freedom. Directed by Kathryn Bigelow with a painter’s eye for motion and myth, it follows rookie FBI agent Johnny Utah (Keanu Reeves) as he infiltrates a gang of bank-robbing surfers led by the charismatic Bodhi (Patrick Swayze), whose philosophy of living on the edge is both intoxicating and quietly tragic.

Reeves plays Utah with a mix of earnestness and latent conflict — a man torn between duty and the allure of a life unbound. Swayze, meanwhile, delivers one of his most iconic performances: Bodhi is not just a thrill-seeker but a spiritual provocateur, a man who sees surfing as communion and crime as rebellion against a hollow system. Their chemistry is electric, not just in the chase scenes but in the quieter moments where ideology and intimacy blur.

🪂 The film’s set-pieces — skydives, surf breaks, foot chases — are choreographed with reverence, not just for spectacle but for ritual. Bigelow’s direction elevates these sequences into rites of passage, where movement becomes metaphor and risk becomes revelation. The cinematography captures bodies in motion with a kind of liturgical grace, making the film feel like a hymn to physicality and transgression.

What endures is the film’s emotional undertow: beneath the testosterone and explosions lies a story about yearning — for connection, for transcendence, for something more than the roles we’re assigned. Point Break doesn’t just thrill; it mourns. It’s a film that understands that the pursuit of freedom often comes at the cost of belonging, and that the most dangerous thing isn’t the wave or the fall — it’s the moment you realise you’ve gone too far to come back.


THURSDAY 23 OCTOBER

The Remarkable Miss North — PBS America, 6:05 PM

This documentary is a quiet triumph of archival storytelling, foregrounding a life that shaped civic and cultural landscapes without ever demanding the spotlight. Miss North’s legacy is traced through letters, interviews, and institutional memory, and the programme wisely lets those fragments speak for themselves.

Early evening viewing suits its tone: it’s reflective without being sombre, and the pacing allows viewers to absorb the emotional and historical texture of a life lived in service. The narration is restrained, and the visuals — photographs, documents, landscapes — are given space to breathe.

What stays with you is the programme’s generosity: it treats its subject not as a curiosity but as a figure of consequence, and in doing so, it invites viewers to reconsider the quiet architecture of change. It’s a portrait of influence that feels earned and deeply human.


The Bells of St Trinian’s — Great TV, 9:00 PM — Broadcast 1954

This classic British comedy remains a riot of anarchic charm, its schoolgirls more revolutionary than rebellious, and its satire sharper than its slapstick. The film’s gleeful disregard for authority is matched by its affection for chaos, and the result is a kind of comic utopia where mischief is a moral stance.

In the evening slot, it plays like a tonic: brisk, witty, and full of visual gags that still land. The performances are pitched perfectly — knowing, theatrical, and just the right side of absurd — and the film’s pacing keeps the energy high without ever feeling rushed.

What endures is its spirit: a celebration of unruly intelligence and collective defiance, wrapped in a school uniform and delivered with a wink. It’s not just funny — it’s liberating.


Life After People — Sky History, 9:00 PM

This speculative documentary imagines a world without humans, and it does so with a mix of scientific rigour and poetic melancholy. The programme’s strength lies in its ability to make decay beautiful — rust, collapse, and overgrowth become metaphors for time and resilience.

As a primetime broadcast, it offers both spectacle and reflection: the visuals are striking, but the narration invites deeper thought about legacy, infrastructure, and the fragility of permanence. It’s not apocalyptic; it’s contemplative, asking what remains when memory and maintenance disappear.

It’s the kind of programme that leaves you looking differently at buildings, systems, and the quiet labour that keeps civilisation upright. Thoughtful, eerie, and oddly moving.


The Dark Knight Rises — ITV1, 10:50 PM — Broadcast 2012

Christopher Nolan’s trilogy finale is operatic in scale and ambition, a film that trades the intimacy of earlier entries for mythic grandeur and civic allegory. It’s a story about broken systems and stubborn hope, and it stages those themes with muscular precision and emotional weight.

Late-night viewing suits its density: the film demands attention, and its layered narrative — revolution, redemption, sacrifice — benefits from the quiet of the hour. The performances are committed, the score relentless, and the visuals often breathtaking in their scale.

What lingers is the film’s moral architecture: it’s not just about heroes and villains, but about the structures that shape them. It’s a blockbuster with a conscience, and it earns its gravitas.


Saint Maud — Film4, 1:15 AM — (2019)

Saint Maud is a psychological horror that whispers rather than screams, its dread built from silence, devotion, and the slow unraveling of certainty. The film’s power lies in its restraint — every gesture, every flicker of light, feels charged with spiritual and emotional consequence.

In the small hours, it’s devastating: the quiet amplifies the film’s unease, and the viewer is drawn into Maud’s world with a kind of helpless intimacy. The performance at its centre is extraordinary — brittle, luminous, and terrifying in its sincerity.

This is horror as moral inquiry, a film that asks what happens when faith becomes obsession and care becomes control. It’s haunting, precise, and unforgettable.


FRIDAY 24 OCTOBER

The Wicked Lady — Talking Pictures, 2:45 PM — (1945)

The Wicked Lady is a gloriously unruly period piece, full of corsets, candlelight, and criminal mischief. Margaret Lockwood’s performance is all sly glances and moral ambiguity, and the film delights in letting its heroine misbehave with style. It’s not just melodrama — it’s a proto-feminist romp in disguise.

The afternoon slot suits its theatricality: you can enjoy the film’s heightened emotions and lavish costumes without needing the hush of midnight. The dialogue crackles, and the plot twists with the kind of gleeful excess that makes you forgive its improbabilities.

What endures is its refusal to moralise. The film lets its central character be wicked without apology, and in doing so, it offers a kind of liberation — not from consequence, but from the need to be liked.


Unreported World: Sex, Power, Money – South Africa’s Slave Queens — Channel 4, 7:30 PM

This episode of Unreported World examines South Africa’s controversial “slay queen” phenomenon, following young women who monetise dating culture through social media and relationships with wealthier benefactors. The film moves between intimate first‑person testimony, on‑camera interviews and street‑level reporting to show how aspiration, survival and status collide in Johannesburg’s digital scene. Viewers see how carefully curated feeds and staged luxury blur into transactions that can range from entrepreneurial hustles to exploitative dependencies, and how the language of romance, gift and investment can mask power imbalances and criminal risk.

The reporting is both attentive and unsentimental, allowing contributors to speak in their own voices while probing the wider forces that shape their choices. Close interviews reveal the ambitions and compromises that animate many of the participants’ decisions; filmed interactions with followers and benefactors expose the performative economy that sustains this subculture; and on‑the‑ground reporting situates those individual stories within high unemployment, gendered labour markets and a booming influencer economy. The filmmakers are careful with access, repeatedly privileging consent and context over sensationalism, and they frame personal testimony alongside structural analysis so viewers can see the difference between individual agency and systemic pressure.

Ultimately the piece leaves the viewer unsettled and better informed, not with easy moral judgments but with a clearer sense of how inequality is lived in private transactions and public displays. The documentary operates as a form of witness: it documents a phenomenon that provokes admiration, debate and alarm, and it stresses the need for responsible reporting that illuminates the social and economic arrangements behind the spectacle


‘Allo ‘Allo: 40 Years of Laughs — Channel 5, 10:00 PM

This retrospective is a warm, slightly chaotic celebration of one of Britain’s most enduring sitcoms, which imagines a farcical, sometimes surreal version of life under occupation — playing on the dynamic between a small band of French resisters and the bumbling local collaborators and occupiers, including Nazi officers. The show’s premise turns a brutal historical context into a stage for slapstick, petty schemes and running gags, and that very premise now reads strange: it’s odd, and revealing, that so many viewers once delighted in a comedy built around Nazis and the French Resistance. The retrospective doesn’t shy away from that dissonance.

Interviews and archival clips make clear why the series appealed — its cast sell absurd situations with warmth and comic precision, and the rhythms of repetition and character-based silliness create a peculiar kind of national comfort. There’s also a slightly risqué edge to some of the humour: double entendres, suggestive situations and cheeky staging that would today feel bolder than the show’s broad surface suggests. The programme treats those moments with affectionate curiosity rather than simple excuse-making.

Framed through nostalgia, the film invites viewers to reckon with both affection and awkwardness: the laughter the show produced is part of a shared cultural inheritance, but so too is the question of what it means that audiences found mirth in a setting shaped by violence and occupation. The retrospective suggests that remembering can be both consoling and corrective, offering a chance to enjoy the performances while also asking why certain subjects were, and sometimes still are, fair game for comedy. This retrospective is a warm, slightly chaotic celebration of one of Britain’s most enduring sitcoms. It treats the show’s absurdity with affection, and the interviews and clips remind you that farce, when done well, is a kind of cultural glue — silly, yes, but also strangely comforting.

At 10 PM, it functions as a nostalgic wind-down: the jokes are familiar, the faces beloved, and the tone forgiving. The programme doesn’t shy away from the show’s datedness, but it frames it as part of a broader conversation about comedy’s evolution.

It’s a reminder that laughter, even when lowbrow, can be a shared inheritance — and that sometimes, the best way to understand a country is through the jokes it tells about itself.


X — Film4, 11:20 PM — (2022)

X is a horror film that plays with genre memory: it’s self-aware, stylish, and unafraid to be both grotesque and oddly tender. The setup — a film crew making an adult movie in rural Texas — becomes a vehicle for exploring voyeurism, repression, and the violence that simmers beneath surfaces.

Late-night viewing amplifies its dread: the film’s slow build and sudden shocks are best experienced when the world outside is quiet. The cinematography is lush, the performances committed, and the pacing deliberate enough to let unease settle in.

What makes X stand out is its emotional intelligence — it doesn’t just scare, it mourns. Beneath the blood is a meditation on ageing, desire, and the stories we tell to feel alive.


Bros — Channel 4, 12:10 AM — (2022)

Bros foregrounds a groundbreaking theme with the ease of a classic rom-com and the urgency of something wholly new. The plot moves briskly from awkward first encounters to quietly devastating truths, each scene calibrated to reveal how messy, hopeful connection really is. Performances are uniformly excellent; the leads generate an effortless chemistry that makes their highs sweeter and their missteps genuinely affecting. The screenplay pairs sharp satire with heartfelt sincerity, updating romantic-comedy conventions with wit, bite, and cultural specificity. The film’s rhythm and tone feel unmistakably queer, not merely in subject but in voice and pacing. Watch it late and alone and its emotional beats hit harder; watch it aloud and its humour lands like an intimate conversation. Funny, smart, and quietly radical, Bros earns every moment of its sentiment by refusing easy answers about vulnerability and pride.


Shadow in the Cloud — BBC Two, 12:30 AM — (2020)

Shadow in the Cloud unfolds aboard a World War II B-17 flying over the Pacific, where warrant officer Maude Garrett arrives with a mysterious top‑secret package and finds herself battling both mechanical breakdowns and a far stranger menace. The plot moves rapidly from cramped cockpit politics and casual misogyny to high‑altitude dogfights and claustrophobic monster encounters, each escalation exposing the bomber as a pressure cooker of fear, superstition, and sudden solidarity. Pulp adventure collides with wartime bureaucracy: routine inspection procedures and rank‑driven suspicion are interrupted by pure, pulpy survivalism, and the film steadily pushes its central dilemma from disbelief to a desperate, combustible clarity.

Chloë Grace Moretz anchors the piece with a fierce, physically committed performance that keeps the film honest amid growing absurdity. She gives Maude a quicksilver blend of competence, sarcasm, and quietly accumulating vulnerability, selling both the character’s tactical resourcefulness and the emotional toll of being routinely underestimated. The supporting cast supplies effective counterpoints: skeptical officers whose condescension becomes a plot engine, nervous gunners whose fear humanises the stakes, and a pilot whose tentative trust opens crucial emotional space. The chemistry between Moretz and the ensemble is less romantic than functional—an evolving, fraught camaraderie that makes the action feel consequential.

Roseanne Liang directs with an appetite for pulp that never tips into parody, staging tight, kinetic set pieces that feel immediate and dangerously fun. Practical effects, selective CGI, and forceful sound design render the creature sequences viscerally tense, while the camera often privileges Maude’s point of view, turning narrow bomber corridors into a labyrinth of threat and possibility. Beneath the mayhem the film reads as a feminist allegory: Maude’s literal fight against a monster doubles as a confrontation with institutional dismissal and sexist assumptions. The script refuses sermonising, instead marrying absurd bravado and dark humour to a surprisingly sincere emotional core. Noisy, occasionally ridiculous, and frequently thrilling, Shadow in the Cloud rewards viewers who surrender to its momentum and reveals something oddly moving beneath the chaos about belief, agency, and the monsters people carry with them.


Starter for 10 — BBC One, 12:35 AM — (2006)

Starter for 10 is a coming-of-age film that treats knowledge as both aspiration and armour. Set in the 1980s, it follows a working-class student navigating university life, love, and the peculiar pressures of quiz culture. It’s funny, tender, and quietly political.

The late slot suits its introspection: the film’s emotional beats — embarrassment, longing, self-discovery — feel more resonant when the day is done. The performances are warm, and the soundtrack adds texture without nostalgia overload.

It’s a film that understands that intellect doesn’t protect you from heartbreak, and that growing up often means learning when to buzz in and when to stay silent.


🎬 STREAMING PICKS

Harlan Coben’s Lazarus — Prime Video, from Wednesday

Lazarus begins in 1998 with the murder of Sutton Lazarus, a trauma that fractures her family and casts a long shadow over the decades that follow. Her siblings, Joel and Jenna Lazarus, are left to navigate the aftermath — Joel as a former detective haunted by visions, Jenna as a journalist determined to uncover the truth. When their father, Dr. Jonathan Lazarus, dies by suicide in the present day, Joel returns home, triggering a chain of events that reopens old wounds and exposes new dangers.

The series blends psychological thriller with supernatural undertones, using memory, grief, and family loyalty as its emotional scaffolding. Sam Claflin and Alexandra Roach anchor the drama with performances that feel lived-in and quietly volatile. The pacing is deliberate, with flashbacks and present-day revelations interwoven to build tension without sacrificing character depth.

What makes Lazarus compelling is its emotional intelligence: it’s not just about solving a mystery, but about reckoning with the past and the stories families tell to survive it. Coben’s trademark twists are present, but they’re grounded in a deeper inquiry into guilt, resilience, and the fragile architecture of truth. It’s a haunting, humane thriller that earns its weight.

Nobody Wants This, Season 2 — Netflix, from Thursday

Season 2 of Nobody Wants This doubles down on the emotional messiness that made its first run so quietly addictive. Kristen Bell and Adam Brody return as Joanne and Noah, a couple whose interfaith romance is now less about falling in love and more about staying there — through compromise, chaos, and the slow erosion of certainty.

The writing is sharp, funny, and emotionally literate. Leighton Meester’s arrival as Joanne’s high school nemesis adds a layer of social satire, while Seth Rogen’s guest turn brings warmth and mischief. The show’s strength lies in its refusal to tidy things up: relationships are flawed, gestures misfire, and love is shown as a practice, not a prize.

This season feels like a love letter to grown-up romance — the kind that’s less about grand declarations and more about showing up, listening, and surviving the awkward bits. It’s a rom-com that respects its audience’s intelligence and emotional history, and it’s all the better for it.

A House of Dynamite — Netflix, from Friday

Kathryn Bigelow’s A House of Dynamite is a real-time political thriller that imagines the final 18 minutes before a nuclear missile hits Chicago. It’s tense, procedural, and terrifyingly plausible — a film that asks what happens when one person must decide the fate of millions, with incomplete information and no time to spare.

The narrative unfolds in three overlapping segments, each from a different perspective — a White House watch officer (Rebecca Ferguson), a junior advisor (Gabriel Basso), and the President himself (Idris Elba). This structure is technically impressive, but emotionally uneven: the first act is riveting, the second intriguing, and the third slightly diluted by repetition.

Still, the film’s moral urgency is undeniable. It’s less about spectacle than about fragility — of systems, of leadership, of human judgment under pressure. Bigelow doesn’t offer easy answers, but she does pose the right questions: who do we trust with power, and what happens when the clock runs out?

Eden — Prime Video, from Friday

Ron Howard’s Eden is a cautionary tale disguised as a period drama, tracing the doomed utopian experiment of European settlers on a remote Galápagos island in 1929. The cast — Jude Law, Ana de Armas, Vanessa Kirby, Sydney Sweeney — brings star power, but the film’s real focus is on the slow collapse of idealism under pressure.

Visually, Eden is stunning: the island is both paradise and prison, and the cinematography captures that duality with painterly precision. But the narrative drags in places, weighed down by overambition and a reluctance to commit to any one emotional thread. The ensemble is strong, but the script doesn’t always give them room to breathe.

What remains is a story about the limits of escape — how even the most beautiful visions can curdle when confronted with ego, scarcity, and the human need for control. It’s not a perfect film, but it’s a thoughtful one, and its melancholy stays with you.

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