20/05/26 – Counter Culture – Midweek Song List (150)

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Welcome to Issue 150 of the Midweek Song List — a small landmark, and a reminder of how broad the musical world becomes when you let instinct, memory and cultural history guide the choices. This week’s list ranges from New Wave to Bluegrass, from Glam’s theatrical swagger to Punk’s stripped‑back honesty. Blondie, Modern Lovers, Social Distortion and The Who all make an appearance, alongside a few surprises.

As regular readers know, we’ve been marking the centenary of the 1926 UK General Strike, highlighting original and cover versions of pro‑union songs. Today’s choice is a strong one: a modern cover of Worker’s Song, first recorded by the Dropkick Murphys on their 2003 album Blackout. It remains one of the most direct, plain‑spoken working‑class anthems of the last generation.

Our recent forays into Glam Rock have sparked interest, so this week we revisit the genre with Wizzard’s Ball Park Incident. Roy Wood — already a veteran from The Move and co‑founder of ELO — embraced Glam with absolute commitment. The hair, the makeup, the theatricality: it’s all there. Ball Park Incident captures the sheer exuberance of the movement.

The “blast from the past” slot goes to Sad Café’s Everyday Hurts (1979), a track that manages to be both laid‑back and emotionally piercing. It’s one of those songs that lingers long after it ends. And yes — we were genuinely surprised to discover the band is still active. Their website is worth a look: https://www.sadcafe.co.uk

As this is our 150th issue, we’re allowing ourselves a brief pause. If all goes to plan, the Midweek Song List will return on Wednesday 6th June.

We’ll end with a question. The artist known as Anonymous Ulster is steadily building a reputation for thoughtful, positive portrayals of his nation and its people. Are there others — based in the British Isles — who you feel are doing similar cultural work?


This Week’s Tracks — with brief notes

Anonymous Ulster – Rednecks And Hillbillys

A sharp, good‑humoured portrait of rural identity, delivered with the clarity and confidence that has become Anonymous Ulster’s signature.

PP Arnold – The First Cut Is The Deepest

Originally written by Cat Stevens, PP Arnold’s 1967 version is arguably the definitive one — a soul‑infused reading that helped cement her status as one of the great voices of the era.

Blondie – Maria

Released in 1999, Maria marked Blondie’s triumphant comeback after a 17‑year gap. A perfect slice of late‑90s power‑pop with Debbie Harry in commanding form.

Emmylou Harris – Bad Moon Rising

A beautifully restrained cover of the Creedence Clearwater Revival classic. Harris brings a country‑folk stillness to a song usually driven by urgency.

Modern Lovers – Roadrunner

Jonathan Richman’s proto‑punk hymn to driving, youth and the American night. Recorded in the early 70s, it became a foundational influence on Punk and Indie alike.

Oak Hill Road – Worker’s Song

A contemporary, roots‑inflected take on the Dropkick Murphys’ modern labour anthem — a reminder that class struggle remains a living, breathing subject.

Sad Café – Everyday Hurts

A 1979 soft‑rock classic that blends smooth production with genuine emotional weight. One of the band’s biggest hits and still quietly devastating.

Social Distortion – Born To Kill

From their 1992 album Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell, this track captures Social Distortion’s trademark blend of punk grit and rockabilly swagger.

The Tennessee Bluegrass Band – Tall Weeds and Rust

A modern Bluegrass outfit with deep respect for tradition. This track showcases tight harmonies, crisp instrumentation and a sense of place that feels lived‑in.

The Who – I Can’t Explain

The Who’s 1965 debut single — a sharp, nervy burst of Mod‑era energy that hinted at the explosive creativity to come.

Lainey Wilson – Can’t Sit Still

A contemporary country track with Wilson’s trademark blend of swagger, groove and Southern storytelling.

Wizzard – Ball Park Incident

A 1972 Glam Rock gem. Roy Wood’s eccentric brilliance is on full display — big hooks, big harmonies, big attitude.


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The Man in the High Castle Season 3: A Study of Totalitarian Control

A world rebuilt from ashes, and the people crushed beneath the weight of its new myths

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Season 3 of The Man in the High Castle is where the show stops merely imagining an alternate history and begins interrogating the machinery that sustains one. It’s a season obsessed with erasure — cultural, personal, historical — and with the terrible quiet that follows when a regime decides that the past is an inconvenience rather than a foundation. The Reich’s “Year Zero” programme, lifted chillingly from Pol Pot’s Khmer Rouge, becomes the ideological spine of the season: a promise to wipe the slate clean, to bulldoze memory itself, and to force a population to live inside a story written by its conquerors.

The show understands that such projects are never abstract. They seep into homes, marriages, friendships. They demand loyalty not just to the state but to the fictions the state insists upon. And Season 3 is at its strongest when it shows how that fiction corrodes the people trying to survive inside it.

Year Zero: the art of unmaking a world

The Reich’s plan to inaugurate a new age by obliterating the old is not just a plot device — it’s the season’s central metaphor. The replacement of the Statue of Liberty with a Nazi colossus is the most obvious symbol, a moment staged with operatic cruelty. But the deeper violence is quieter: the rewriting of textbooks, the cleansing of archives, the insistence that the world before the Reich was a mistake.

This is where the season becomes genuinely unsettling. It shows how totalitarianism doesn’t simply dominate the present; it colonises the past and mortgages the future. It demands that people forget who they were so they can be remade into who the regime needs them to be. And in that forced forgetting, families begin to fracture. Parents and children no longer share the same memories, the same moral vocabulary, the same sense of what is real.

Season 3 is, in many ways, a study of that fracture.

The Smiths: loyalty as a form of self‑harm

John Smith’s ascent into the highest echelons of Nazi society is presented with a kind of suffocating glamour — the immaculate uniforms, the banquets, the whispered conspiracies. But beneath the surface lies a family imploding under the weight of its own obedience.

Helen Smith, still reeling from Thomas’s death, becomes the emotional centre of this collapse. Her grief is not permitted to exist in a society that treats sacrifice as virtue and mourning as weakness. She is forced to perform loyalty even as her world shrinks to a single, unbearable absence. The season’s most painful moments come from watching her try to protect what remains of her family while knowing, deep down, that the regime she serves is the very thing destroying it.

Season 3 makes clear that totalitarianism doesn’t just demand compliance — it demands complicity. And the Smiths, more than any other characters, show the cost of that bargain.

The LGBTQ+ storyline: visibility as danger

Your notes rightly highlight one of the season’s most resonant threads: the vulnerability of queer characters in a society that treats difference as treason. The relationship between Thelma Harris and Nicole Dörmer is handled with a kind of tragic inevitability. Both women occupy privileged spaces — media, propaganda, the curated world of elite culture — yet their status offers no real protection.

The crackdown on queer spaces, culminating in the raid on the lesbian club, is one of the season’s most harrowing sequences. It’s not just the violence of the act; it’s the message behind it. Even those who help manufacture the Reich’s illusions are disposable if they fail to embody its ideals. Thelma’s storyline becomes a study in how isolation is engineered — how a regime convinces people that their private selves are liabilities.

This is where Season 3 feels most contemporary. It understands that authoritarianism always begins by policing the margins, and that the people who believe themselves safe are often the first to fall.

Juliana, Tagomi, and the widening mystery

While the Reich tightens its grip, Juliana Crain moves in the opposite direction — toward uncertainty, toward possibility, toward the multiverse that the films hint at. Her alliance with Tagomi remains one of the show’s most humane relationships, built on mutual respect and a shared sense that the world is larger than the Reich or the Empire can comprehend.

Their storyline provides the season’s philosophical counterweight. If the Reich is obsessed with narrowing reality to a single narrative, Juliana and Tagomi are drawn to the idea that reality is plural, unstable, and resistant to control. The films become artefacts of hope — proof that other worlds exist, and that this one is not inevitable.

Joe Blake: the prodigal son returns

Joe’s return from Berlin is framed as a diplomatic mission, but it quickly becomes clear that he is being used as a pawn in a much larger game. His reunion with Juliana is brief, charged, and ultimately tragic. Joe is a character torn between identities, and Season 3 finally forces him to confront the fact that he cannot inhabit all of them at once.

His arc is a reminder that the Reich devours its own. Loyalty is never enough; purity is always demanded.

A season of tightening screws

By the time the new Nazi programme is unveiled — a project with implications that stretch far beyond geopolitics — the season has made its point with devastating clarity. Totalitarianism is not sustained by brute force alone. It is sustained by stories: the ones people are told, the ones they are allowed to remember, and the ones they are forbidden to imagine.

Season 3 is the show’s most methodical and thematically coherent chapter. It’s a season about the violence of forgetting, the danger of conformity, and the fragile, stubborn persistence of identity in a world determined to erase it.

It leaves you with the uneasy sense that the greatest threat is not the regime’s power, but its ability to make people believe that no other world is possible.

By Pat Harrington

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Culture Vulture 23rd–29th May 2026

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Welcome to Culture Vulture, Counter Culture’s weekly wander through television, cinema and streaming from an alternative standpoint. We’ve picked out the most interesting things on this week’s screens — not the noisiest, just the ones worth your time. Stories stick with us in all sorts of ways — in what we remember, what we value, and what unsettles us.

This week carries a curious emotional rhythm. There is glamour and melancholy in equal measure. Music dominates one end of the schedule, from Queen’s operatic ambition to BBC Four’s superb late-night jazz session, while drama and documentary return repeatedly to questions of reputation, reinvention and the stories built around public lives. Marilyn Monroe, Shirley MacLaine, Cher and John Lennon all appear, each reframed through the lens of memory and myth.

Three highlights stand out. 🌟 My Favourite Cake brings warmth and quiet rebellion to modern Iranian cinema. 🌟 Dear England continues its examination of football and national psychology with rare intelligence. And 🌟 Jazz Night on BBC Four promises a rich late-night celebration of musical brilliance and cultural memory.

Selection and commentary is by Pat Harrington. Longer reviews of selected titles may also be available on the Counter Culture website.

Saturday 23rd May 2026

Funny Face (1957) BBC Two, 10:35am

Some films endure for their influence, others simply because people adore them. Funny Face belongs firmly to the second category. Stanley Donen’s musical is light on its feet and unashamedly romantic, but beneath the elegance sits something rather more interesting than a simple fashion fairytale. Audrey Hepburn’s Jo Stockton begins as an intellectual working in a Greenwich Village bookshop before being swept into the world of Paris fashion by Fred Astaire’s photographer Dick Avery.

The premise is knowingly fanciful. Nobody mistakes Funny Face for realism. Yet part of its pleasure comes from how openly artificial it is. Paris here is less a city than a state of mind. Cafés, boulevards and couture salons exist in a carefully arranged dreamscape where beauty is heightened and coincidence seems entirely reasonable.

Audrey Hepburn remains the film’s gravitational centre. There is always intelligence in her performances, even when the material threatens to reduce her to elegance alone. Jo is not merely decorative. She resists. She questions. She remains slightly amused by the absurd machinery surrounding her. Hepburn understood that charm is most effective when mixed with wit.

Fred Astaire, meanwhile, brings experience and ease. By this stage his dancing possessed a kind of deceptive simplicity. He never appeared to be showing off. He glided. That lightness suits Funny Face perfectly. The partnership between Astaire and Hepburn should not work on paper, yet somehow it does.

The musical numbers retain their power to delight. Bonjour Paris and Think Pink remain deliciously stylised creations, but perhaps the most memorable moments are quieter. Hepburn dancing in a smoky Parisian cellar carries an energy that feels spontaneous rather than choreographed, a brief eruption of freedom amid the orchestrated glamour.

What lingers, though, is the film’s gentle tension between thought and image. Jo is drawn towards philosophy and seriousness while the fashion world insists on surfaces. The film does not entirely resolve that argument. Perhaps that is why it still feels alive. Beneath the satin and photography lies a small debate about authenticity that modern culture, obsessed with presentation and self-curation, has hardly settled.

Queen Night Sky Arts, from 6:00pm

Sky Arts devotes the evening to Queen, beginning with Queen and I at the Opera and continuing through Queen Live at the Rainbow (7:00pm), Queen Greatest Video Hits 1 (8:45pm), Queen Greatest Video Hits 2 (10:00pm) and concluding with Queen: From Rags to Rhapsody (11:40pm). Queen’s journey from ambitious outsiders to global institution remains one of popular music’s great stories — part theatre, part rebellion and entirely their own.

My Favourite Cake (2024) 🌟BBC Four, 9:00pm

Some films arrive carrying noise and expectation. Others enter quietly and ask only for patience. My Favourite Cake belongs to the second category. This Iranian drama follows Mahin, an elderly widow who decides, against social convention and emotional caution alike, to reclaim companionship and pleasure. It is a modest story on the surface, but modesty should never be mistaken for insignificance.

The film understands solitude with unusual precision. Loneliness here is not melodramatic. It exists in routines, silences and rooms that feel slightly too large for one person. Mahin’s life has settled into habit, and habit has become a kind of invisible prison.

What gives the film its power is its refusal to sentimentalise ageing. Cinema often treats older characters as repositories of wisdom or comedy. My Favourite Cake grants Mahin something rarer — desire, contradiction and emotional agency. She is neither saint nor symbol.

The performances carry remarkable delicacy. There is no grandstanding, no theatrical pleading for audience sympathy. Instead, the actors allow emotion to emerge through hesitation and small gestures. A conversation, a glance, a shared meal — these become charged with meaning.

The social atmosphere surrounding the story is impossible to ignore. Without delivering speeches or slogans, the film reveals lives shaped by rules and expectations that limit intimacy and spontaneity. Yet the film resists despair. Its quiet rebellion lies precisely in refusing resignation.

Visually, the directors favour restraint. Domestic interiors and ordinary settings become spaces of emotional revelation rather than decorative backdrops. The camera observes patiently, giving scenes room to breathe.

What remains afterwards is tenderness. Not sentimental tenderness, but something more mature and harder won. My Favourite Cake reminds us that emotional hunger does not retire with age and that companionship remains a human need rather than a youthful luxury. It is a gentle film, though not a weak one.

Cher at the BBC / Cher Meets Rylan BBC Two, from 9:00pm

Cher has always understood reinvention better than most performers. These programmes offer archive celebration and present-day conversation, reminding us that longevity in entertainment rarely comes through caution. Cher survived fashions by refusing to become trapped by them.

Sunday 24th May 2026

Some Like It Hot (1959) BBC Two, 2:15pm

Billy Wilder’s comedy has the dangerous quality shared by truly great entertainments: it looks effortless. Jack Lemmon and Tony Curtis play musicians fleeing gangsters by disguising themselves as women and joining an all-female band led by Marilyn Monroe’s Sugar Kane. The premise is absurd, but Wilder treats absurdity with such confidence that disbelief becomes irrelevant.

The film moves with astonishing precision. Wilder and co-writer I.A.L. Diamond constructed dialogue like clockwork. Jokes arrive exactly when needed and never overstay their welcome. Yet timing alone does not explain why the film continues to charm.

Jack Lemmon gives perhaps the most joyous performance of his career. His transformation from reluctant impostor to gleeful participant in the deception carries a comic abandon that still feels fresh. Lemmon’s genius lay in allowing panic and delight to coexist.

Tony Curtis provides an ideal counterbalance, smoother and more calculating, though just as vulnerable beneath the swagger. Together they form one of cinema’s great comic pairings.

And then there is Marilyn Monroe. Too often discussed as symbol before performer, Monroe here reminds us how skilled she was. Sugar Kane is funny, wistful and emotionally exposed. Monroe gives her softness without reducing her to fragility.

The film’s treatment of gender and identity feels surprisingly modern. Wilder never turns disguise into cruelty. Instead, masquerade becomes liberation, however temporary. Characters discover aspects of themselves precisely through performance.

By the time that famous closing line arrives — one of the greatest endings in film history — Some Like It Hot has become more than a gangster comedy. It is a celebration of human absurdity and tolerance wrapped in impeccable comic machinery.

Monday 25th May 2026Bank Holiday Monday

High Noon (1952) 5Action, 1:55pm

Westerns often concern themselves with myth. The frontier, the lone rider, the moral certainty supposedly forged beneath endless skies. High Noon dismantles those assumptions with remarkable economy. Fred Zinnemann’s film unfolds almost in real time as Marshal Will Kane, played with weary authority by Gary Cooper, waits for the arrival of a vengeful outlaw while the town he once protected quietly abandons him.

The film’s structure remains startlingly effective. There is little spectacle and no appetite for romantic distraction. Instead, tension grows through clocks, empty streets and conversations that reveal fear disguised as pragmatism. Kane moves from house to house seeking support and discovers that loyalty evaporates when danger becomes personal.

Gary Cooper’s performance is central to the film’s enduring power. His Kane is no swaggering gunslinger intoxicated by violence. He is ageing, tired and uncertain, yet propelled by an inner obligation he cannot comfortably abandon. Cooper plays him as a man trapped not only by circumstance but by his own conscience.

Much has been written about the film’s political dimension, and rightly so. Screenwriter Carl Foreman was working under the shadow of anti-communist blacklisting, and the atmosphere of cowardice and compromise carries unmistakable contemporary resonance. Communities under pressure, the temptation to stay silent, the fear of standing apart — these concerns extend well beyond the western genre.

The supporting cast deepen that moral landscape. Grace Kelly’s pacifist bride represents one response to violence, while others cloak self-interest in respectable language. Nobody is entirely villainous, which makes their retreat all the more uncomfortable to watch.

Visually, High Noon strips the western of romantic excess. Streets appear exposed rather than heroic. Zinnemann’s direction resists grandeur, grounding the story in dust, heat and social unease. Even the famous ballad, Do Not Forsake Me, Oh My Darlin’, feels less celebratory than mournful.

The result is a western that continues to unsettle because it asks an awkward question that societies rarely enjoy confronting: what happens when principle becomes inconvenient? More than seventy years later, High Noon remains lean, tense and morally provocative.

Groundhog Day (1993) 🌟Film4, 9:00pm

Some comedies make us laugh and fade into affectionate memory. Others linger because they smuggle larger questions into apparently playful premises. Groundhog Day belongs firmly to the latter group. Harold Ramis’s film follows Bill Murray’s cynical weatherman Phil Connors, trapped in an endlessly repeating day in the small town of Punxsutawney.

The brilliance of the premise lies in its deceptive simplicity. What initially appears to be comic inconvenience gradually becomes existential inquiry. Phil wakes each morning to Sonny and Cher’s I Got You Babe, condemned to repetition without explanation or escape.

Bill Murray’s performance is the film’s great balancing act. He had already perfected the sardonic persona by this stage, but Groundhog Day allows him to move beyond irony. Phil begins as arrogant and casually contemptuous, a man protected by superiority and emotional detachment. Murray never softens these traits too quickly, which makes the character’s eventual transformation feel earned rather than sentimental.

The screenplay, by Ramis and Danny Rubin, understands that immortality without purpose becomes torment. Phil experiments with pleasure, manipulation and recklessness before recognising that consequence-free existence offers surprisingly little fulfilment. The film’s comedy emerges not merely from repetition but from spiritual frustration.

There is also a distinctly philosophical dimension beneath the humour. Critics and theologians alike have interpreted the film through religious and ethical traditions — Buddhist cycles, moral rebirth, even secular humanism. Remarkably, the film supports these readings without becoming didactic.

And then there is the town itself. Punxsutawney could easily have become caricature, yet the film treats it with affection. The supposedly dull environment that Phil initially despises gradually reveals unexpected richness. People he dismissed as tedious become individuals worthy of attention.

What makes Groundhog Day endure is its refusal to offer easy revelation. Personal growth here is slow and repetitive, marked by failure as much as insight. That honesty gives the comedy unusual depth. Beneath its fantasy mechanism lies a quietly radical suggestion: happiness may depend less upon escape than upon learning how to inhabit the ordinary with greater generosity.

Starship Troopers (1997) Legend, 9:00pm

Few films have travelled a stranger critical journey than Paul Verhoeven’s Starship Troopers. On release it was frequently dismissed as loud science-fiction spectacle, accused of glorifying precisely the militarism it portrayed. Time, however, has been kind to Verhoeven’s savage sense of irony.

Adapted loosely from Robert Heinlein’s novel, the film follows attractive young recruits fighting an interstellar war against giant alien insects. On the surface, it resembles exuberant pulp entertainment. Battles are chaotic, uniforms immaculate and heroics plentiful.

Yet Verhoeven, who grew up in Nazi-occupied Holland, rarely approached authority without suspicion. The film’s stylised newsreels, patriotic slogans and choreographed certainty deliberately echo propaganda aesthetics. Citizenship, service and sacrifice become commodities sold through spectacle.

The cast contribute to that satire by embracing sincerity rather than parody. Casper Van Dien and Denise Richards inhabit their roles with straight-faced conviction, allowing the absurdity of the surrounding ideology to speak for itself.

Visually, the film remains impressive. Its effects retain energy and scale, while Verhoeven stages combat not as triumphant adventure but as industrial slaughter. Bodies are expendable, rhetoric plentiful.

What unsettles is how familiar some of the film now feels. Its media manipulation and emotional simplifications appear less exaggerated than they once did. Verhoeven understood how societies can package conflict as entertainment.

That combination of excitement and critique explains why Starship Troopers continues to attract reassessment. It is both thrilling and suspicious of thrill itself — a blockbuster with teeth.

M*A*S*H* (1970) Great TV, 9:00pm

Before the long-running television series softened the material into something gentler, Robert Altman’s MASH* arrived carrying sharper edges. Set during the Korean War but unmistakably shaped by the Vietnam era, the film follows military surgeons using irreverence and chaos as defence mechanisms against institutional absurdity and human suffering.

Altman’s direction refuses conventional order. Dialogue overlaps, scenes spill into one another and authority appears permanently destabilised. Rather than heroic wartime drama, the film presents organised confusion.

Donald Sutherland and Elliott Gould lead with sly intelligence, their doctors mocking bureaucracy while remaining grimly competent at their work. Their humour is frequently juvenile and occasionally uncomfortable, yet Altman refuses to tidy their contradictions.

The operating theatre sequences provide a sobering counterpoint. Blood and injury intrude abruptly upon comedy, reminding audiences that humour here functions partly as survival strategy.

The film’s anti-authoritarian spirit resonated powerfully in 1970 and still retains force today. Institutions promising order often appear ridiculous under scrutiny, and MASH* understands that mockery can become a form of resistance.

Not every aspect has aged gracefully. Some gender politics now feel jarring, and viewers may debate whether satire excuses certain excesses. Yet perhaps that friction forms part of the film’s historical honesty.

What remains undeniable is Altman’s influence. MASH* helped redefine American cinema, opening space for looser storytelling and more sceptical visions of power.

Dear England BBC One, 9:00pm – Episode 2 of 4

James Graham’s drama continues its thoughtful exploration of leadership, masculinity and national expectation surrounding England football. Less interested in sporting triumph than psychological burden, Dear England treats football as a stage upon which wider anxieties are performed.

Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret (2023) BBC Two, 10:00pm

Judy Blume adaptations have long been approached with caution, perhaps because her writing occupies a space rarely treated with honesty — the emotional turbulence of adolescence. Kelly Fremon Craig’s adaptation understands that legacy and handles it with admirable sensitivity.

The film follows Margaret, caught between childhood and adolescence while negotiating religion, friendship and bodily change. These experiences are familiar to millions, yet cinema often approaches them with embarrassment or exaggeration.

Abby Ryder Fortson gives a wonderfully natural performance. Margaret feels recognisably awkward and curious rather than manufactured for sentiment. Rachel McAdams, meanwhile, brings warmth and complexity to Margaret’s mother.

What distinguishes the film is its refusal to patronise young experience. Embarrassment, longing and uncertainty are treated seriously without becoming melodramatic.

The religious dimension adds further richness. Margaret’s search for identity extends beyond adolescence into questions of belonging and inherited belief.

Visually and emotionally, the film favours intimacy over spectacle. Domestic spaces feel lived-in and relationships properly complicated.

Gentle without being slight, Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret succeeds because it remembers what adulthood often forgets: growing up feels enormous when you are living through it.

Murder of the Essex Boys: Blood and Betrayal Channel 4, 10:00pm & 11:00pm

Channel 4 revisits one of Britain’s most notorious criminal cases in this two-part documentary examining gangland violence, contested narratives and the enduring fascination surrounding the Essex murders.

Tuesday 26th May 2026

Who Do You Think You Are? BBC One, 9:00pm – featuring Zoe Ball

The genealogy favourite returns as Zoe Ball traces family roots and forgotten histories, continuing a format that connects personal stories with wider social memory.

The Unstoppable Shirley MacLaine Sky Arts, 9:00pm

A portrait of one of Hollywood’s most distinctive performers, whose career embraced musical theatre, drama, comedy and unapologetic individuality.

World War II with Tom Hanks Sky History, 9:00pm

History revisited through testimony, archive and contemporary interpretation.

Prey (2022) Film4, 9:00pm (2022)

Franchises often suffer from exhaustion. The machinery grows louder while imagination grows smaller, until sequels begin to resemble contractual obligations rather than creative ventures. That is partly why Prey arrived as such an agreeable surprise. Instead of attempting to outdo its predecessors through sheer volume, director Dan Trachtenberg stripped the Predator formula back to essentials and rediscovered the tension that made the original memorable.

The film relocates the action to eighteenth-century North America and follows Naru, a young Comanche hunter determined to prove herself within a culture whose expectations do not always accommodate her ambitions. It is a simple premise, but simplicity can be liberating. The film understands that suspense depends less upon complexity than clarity.

Amber Midthunder gives a performance that anchors the entire enterprise. Naru is resourceful without becoming implausibly invincible and vulnerable without being reduced to helplessness. Midthunder plays her with intelligence and controlled determination, avoiding the kind of empty heroics that often flatten contemporary action cinema.

The setting matters enormously. Forests, rivers and open terrain are not decorative backdrops but active elements shaping the drama. The landscape feels inhabited and historically grounded, lending the story texture rarely found in franchise filmmaking. There is genuine pleasure in watching a film that allows environment and atmosphere to carry dramatic weight.

The action sequences are staged with admirable restraint. Trachtenberg avoids frantic editing and allows combat to unfold spatially, making violence legible rather than chaotic. The predator itself remains threatening because the film resists overexposure. Suspense survives when mystery survives.

There is also an intriguing thematic undercurrent surrounding survival and perception. Naru succeeds not through brute force but observation and adaptability. The film quietly questions assumptions about strength and authority without turning character development into a lecture.

What ultimately distinguishes Prey is its confidence in fundamentals. Character, setting and suspense take precedence over mythology and spectacle. For a long-running series, that feels almost radical. Prey may not reinvent science fiction, but it does something increasingly rare — it remembers how to tell a lean, satisfying story.

Reframed: Marilyn Monroe BBC Four, from 10:00pm
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Marilyn Monroe has spent decades imprisoned inside her own mythology. This multi-part study attempts to look beyond the familiar iconography and reconsider the woman, performer and cultural phenomenon concealed beneath the image.

Wednesday 27th May 2026

Richard Madeley Inside the World’s Mega Prisons Channel 5, 9:00pm

Richard Madeley is granted rare access to one of the world’s largest and most tightly controlled prison complexes, a place built on the premise that overwhelming scale and absolute order can succeed where conventional systems have failed. What he finds is less a “facility” than a sealed world with its own rhythms, rules and tensions—an environment designed to contain the most dangerous offenders under a regime that prizes control above all else.

The programme follows Madeley as he moves through the layers of security and routine that define life inside. His calm, almost conversational style sits against a backdrop of stark conditions: vast cell blocks, relentless surveillance, and a daily existence stripped down to the bare mechanics of containment. The documentary doesn’t sensationalise, but it doesn’t soften anything either. It lets the place speak for itself.

What emerges is a portrait of a system built to be unyielding. Rehabilitation is not the headline here; the focus is on security, deterrence and the political logic that produced a prison on this scale. Madeley asks the obvious questions—about effectiveness, about humanity, about what such an institution says about the society that relies on it—but the answers are rarely straightforward. The result is a quietly unsettling hour of television, not because it shouts, but because it shows you a world most people will never see and leaves you to sit with the implications.

Murder on the Victorian Railway BBC Four, 9:00pm

History and true crime intersect in this reconstruction of one of Victorian Britain’s most notorious railway murders, a reminder that fascination with criminal spectacle is hardly a modern invention.

East Is East (1999) Film4, 9:00pm

There are films that wear their politics loudly and others that smuggle serious ideas through humour and domestic observation. East Is East belongs firmly to the second category. Damien O’Donnell’s adaptation of Ayub Khan-Din’s play examines family life within a British-Pakistani household in Salford during the early 1970s, balancing comedy and conflict with remarkable assurance.

At the centre stands George Khan, played magnificently by Om Puri. George is authoritarian, proud and often infuriating, determined to preserve cultural traditions while raising children increasingly shaped by British society. Lesser films would flatten him into caricature or villainy. East Is East refuses such simplicity.

Om Puri’s performance is extraordinary precisely because it embraces contradiction. George can be frightening and stubborn, yet also vulnerable and painfully human. Puri allows us to see a man struggling against forces he neither fully understands nor knows how to control.

Around him, the younger cast create a vivid sense of sibling life — teasing, quarrelling and forging identities in the uneasy space between parental expectation and personal desire. Their humour feels authentic rather than scripted for effect.

The film’s comedy is one of its great strengths. Domestic arguments, awkward courtship and generational misunderstandings provide genuine laughter. Yet the humour never conceals the emotional stakes. Behind the jokes lie questions about belonging, assimilation and the cost of divided identity.

The early 1970s setting matters too. Britain here appears restless and unsettled, wrestling with immigration, class and social change. The film never delivers political speeches, but politics inhabits the household nonetheless.

What makes East Is East endure is its generosity. Nobody emerges entirely right or entirely wrong. Families rarely operate according to ideological purity. They are messier, more contradictory and more emotionally entangled than public debates allow. Funny, bruising and compassionate, East Is East remains one of British cinema’s most perceptive portraits of cultural negotiation.

Dark Waters (2020) BBC Two, 11:30pm

American cinema has produced a distinguished tradition of investigative dramas exposing corporate and institutional wrongdoing, and Todd Haynes’s Dark Waters belongs honourably within that lineage. Based on true events, it follows lawyer Robert Bilott as he uncovers environmental contamination linked to chemical giant DuPont.

Mark Ruffalo gives a performance built upon persistence rather than charisma. Bilott is not presented as cinematic crusader or rhetorical genius. He appears cautious, often uncomfortable and increasingly burdened by the scale of what he uncovers. Ruffalo wisely avoids glamour.

The film’s strength lies in patience. Modern thrillers frequently confuse urgency with speed, but Dark Waters understands that investigation is usually painstaking work involving paperwork, persistence and frustration. Haynes embraces that procedural reality.

Anne Hathaway and Tim Robbins provide strong support, though the film’s emotional centre remains Bilott’s slow recognition of institutional indifference. The enemy here is not melodramatic evil but bureaucracy insulated by wealth and influence.

Haynes directs with unusual restraint. Offices, meeting rooms and industrial landscapes appear drained of glamour, reflecting a world where environmental catastrophe hides behind routine administration.

There is, inevitably, political resonance. Dark Waters speaks not only about pollution but about systems capable of dispersing responsibility until accountability becomes elusive. That theme feels painfully contemporary.

The result is compelling precisely because it resists sensationalism. Quietly angry and morally serious, Dark Waters reminds us that public health battles are often fought far from headlines and that persistence can sometimes become its own form of courage.

Thursday 28th May 2026

Local Hero (1983) Film4, 4:30pm

Few British films possess the gentle confidence of Bill Forsyth’s Local Hero. On paper, the story sounds almost slight. An American oil executive arrives in a Scottish coastal village intending to purchase the land for industrial development, only to encounter resistance, eccentricity and unexpected attachment. Yet Forsyth transforms this modest premise into something quietly profound.

The film benefits enormously from Peter Riegert’s understated central performance. His Mac is initially efficient and emotionally detached, a corporate emissary accustomed to viewing landscapes in transactional terms. Riegert wisely avoids broad transformation. Change arrives gradually.

Around him, the village becomes one of cinema’s great communities — humorous, eccentric and stubbornly individual without collapsing into caricature. Forsyth observes people with affection rather than sentimentality.

The Scottish landscape exerts its own power. Sweeping coastlines and changing skies are not presented merely as picturesque scenery but as emotional terrain. The land itself acquires value beyond economics.

Mark Knopfler’s score deserves special mention. Melancholy and lyrical, it drifts through the film like memory. Few soundtracks have fused so naturally with atmosphere.

Beneath the humour lies an understated meditation on modernity and belonging. Development promises prosperity, yet the film quietly asks what may be lost when value becomes purely financial.

The ending remains one of British cinema’s most affecting conclusions, marked not by dramatic confrontation but by longing and absence. Local Hero leaves viewers with that rare sensation of having visited somewhere emotionally real.

Classic Movies: The Story of Mulholland Drive Sky Arts, 8:00pm

Episode four of this documentary strand examines the making and afterlife of David Lynch’s modern classic.

A Life in 10 Pictures BBC Two, 9:00pm – Episode 1 of 4

Lives explored through defining photographs and the stories surrounding them.

Mulholland Drive (2001) Sky Arts, 9:00pm

David Lynch has always divided audiences between those eager to solve his work and those willing simply to inhabit it. Mulholland Drive rewards the second approach. What began life as an abandoned television pilot became one of the century’s most mesmerising cinematic puzzles.

Naomi Watts delivers a performance of astonishing elasticity, shifting between innocence, ambition and despair with extraordinary precision. Laura Harring complements her beautifully, her mysterious amnesiac radiating glamour and unease.

Hollywood itself becomes Lynch’s dreamscape. Beneath the palm trees and auditions lies a world shaped by fantasy, compromise and fractured identity. Lynch approaches Los Angeles not realistically but psychologically.

The film’s structure refuses easy explanation. Dreams bleed into reality, identities blur and narrative certainty collapses. Some viewers resist this. Others surrender and discover something hypnotic.

Lynch’s command of mood remains unrivalled. Sound design, lighting and rhythm generate unease long before anything overtly threatening occurs. Few directors understand dread so intuitively.

There are echoes of classic noir throughout — doomed desire, mystery and performance — yet Mulholland Drive transforms those influences into something more elusive and contemporary.

Its lasting fascination lies precisely in ambiguity. Rather than offering tidy meaning, the film invites participation. Like memory itself, it remains unstable, haunting and impossible to entirely pin down.

One to One: John and Yoko Sky Documentaries, 9:00pm

A documentary revisiting the partnership, activism and cultural influence of John Lennon and Yoko Ono during a turbulent period of public and private life.

Friday 29th May 2026

Charade (1963) Film4, 2:50pm

If Funny Face offered Audrey Hepburn wrapped in musical sophistication, Charade presents her in altogether more mischievous territory. Directed by Stanley Donen and co-starring Cary Grant, the film mixes romance, mystery and comic suspense with effortless style.

Hepburn plays Regina Lampert, suddenly entangled in murder, missing money and uncertain loyalties after her husband’s death. Cary Grant circles the narrative with his customary elegance, though part of the pleasure comes from never entirely trusting him.

Donen stages the intrigue with remarkable lightness. Suspense never overwhelms wit and comedy never dissolves tension. The tone remains beautifully balanced.

Paris again provides glamorous backdrop, though here the city carries danger alongside romance. Cafés and streets feel seductive but uncertain.

The chemistry between Hepburn and Grant remains irresistible. Their exchanges sparkle with flirtation and comic timing.

Often described as “the best Hitchcock film Hitchcock never made,” Charade earns the comparison while retaining its own personality — playful, stylish and endlessly watchable.

Erin Brockovich (2000) Film4, 9:00pm

There are films built around extraordinary people and films built around systems. Steven Soderbergh’s Erin Brockovich manages to be both. Based on a true story, it follows an unemployed single mother who stumbles into legal work and gradually uncovers environmental contamination linked to corporate negligence. The material could easily have collapsed into worthy melodrama or courtroom cliché. Instead, the film finds energy in personality and moral persistence.

Julia Roberts gives what remains one of her defining performances. Erin is introduced wearing confidence like armour — outspoken, abrasive and unwilling to perform respectability for those who have already dismissed her. Roberts understands that the character’s strength lies not in saintliness but in refusal. Erin is frequently impatient, sometimes reckless and entirely uninterested in becoming palatable.

The film wisely avoids presenting intelligence in narrow terms. Erin possesses no legal training and lacks institutional authority, yet she notices details others ignore and connects with people usually overlooked by professional structures. Her emotional directness becomes investigative skill rather than weakness.

Soderbergh directs with characteristic clarity. Offices, homes and desert landscapes are observed without glamour, grounding the drama in recognisable social realities. The contamination story matters precisely because it emerges from ordinary lives rather than abstract headlines.

Albert Finney provides superb support as Erin’s reluctant employer, their relationship developing through mutual irritation into hard-earned respect. The supporting cast deepen the sense of community affected by the scandal, reminding viewers that environmental catastrophe is ultimately lived through bodies and families.

The film also speaks to broader questions of class and credibility. Institutions often decide who deserves to be heard according to education, status and appearance. Erin repeatedly encounters condescension rooted in precisely those assumptions.

What makes Erin Brockovich endure is its combination of entertainment and anger. Soderbergh never sacrifices momentum for message, yet the outrage remains unmistakable. This is populist filmmaking in the best sense — accessible, emotionally engaging and morally alert.

Love, Simon (2018) ITV2, 9:05pm

Teen films often struggle with sincerity. Fearful of sentimentality, they retreat into irony or exaggerated cool. Love, Simon chooses a different route. Greg Berlanti’s adaptation of Becky Albertalli’s novel embraces emotional openness without embarrassment, following Simon Spier, a closeted teenager navigating friendship, family and first love.

Nick Robinson gives Simon an appealing mixture of confidence and uncertainty. He is not presented as tragic outsider or heroic symbol but as recognisably ordinary — bright, funny and anxious about what honesty might cost him. That ordinariness matters. Representation is sometimes discussed in abstract political terms, yet films such as Love, Simon demonstrate its emotional significance more quietly.

The supporting cast contribute warmth and texture. Jennifer Garner and Josh Duhamel avoid sitcom parenting stereotypes, creating a family environment marked by affection and imperfection rather than idealisation. Simon’s friendships feel equally lived-in, shaped by loyalty and misunderstanding in believable proportions.

The film’s high-school setting occasionally edges towards polished fantasy, and viewers accustomed to rougher coming-of-age dramas may find its tone almost disarmingly gentle. Yet gentleness should not be mistaken for triviality. Berlanti understands that adolescence can feel emotionally catastrophic even when external stakes appear modest.

There is humour throughout, particularly in Simon’s attempts to protect his secret while maintaining ordinary teenage life. The screenplay allows awkwardness and comedy to coexist with genuine emotional vulnerability.

What elevates Love, Simon beyond formula is its refusal to frame identity solely through suffering. Simon’s journey involves fear and loneliness, certainly, but also desire, excitement and hope. That tonal balance gives the film its generous spirit.

By the conclusion, Love, Simon feels less like cultural milestone than something perhaps more valuable — an affectionate, emotionally intelligent story about growing into honesty.

🌟 Jazz Night – BBC Four, from 9:05pm
Miles Davis: Birth of the Cool (9:05pm)
Alan Yentob Remembers Ella Fitzgerald (11:00pm)
Ella Fitzgerald: The Other Show (11:05pm)
Cleo Laine at the BBC (11:45pm)
Jazz 625 (12:45am)

BBC Four’s themed music nights have become one of British television’s quiet cultural treasures, and this jazz evening looks particularly rich. Beginning with Miles Davis: Birth of the Cool, the schedule moves through tribute, archive and performance to create something closer to a curated late-night session than ordinary broadcasting.

Miles Davis alone would justify attention. Few musicians reshaped their art form with such restless determination. From bebop through modal jazz and electric experimentation, Davis treated reinvention not as career strategy but artistic necessity.

The Ella Fitzgerald programming provides emotional contrast. Fitzgerald’s technical brilliance sometimes obscured the warmth and emotional intelligence of her singing, and Yentob’s tribute alongside The Other Show promises to revisit both performer and person.

Cleo Laine at the BBC reminds viewers that Britain produced jazz voices of remarkable distinction too, while Jazz 625 carries welcome archival pleasure. There is something comforting about encountering jazz at midnight on BBC Four, preserved not as museum artefact but living conversation.

In an era when cultural television is frequently squeezed by economics and ratings anxiety, evenings like this feel quietly defiant. Long may they continue.

Love & Mercy (2014) BBC Two, 11:00pm

Music biopics often follow predictable rhythms. Early promise, excess, collapse and redemption arranged with mechanical inevitability. Bill Pohlad’s Love & Mercy avoids that trap by refusing linear simplicity and approaching Brian Wilson’s life through fractured emotional memory.

The decision to divide Wilson between two actors proves inspired. Paul Dano portrays the young Beach Boys genius during the creation of Pet Sounds, while John Cusack inhabits Wilson later in life, vulnerable and constrained beneath the influence of manipulative therapist Eugene Landy. Rather than competing, the performances illuminate different emotional states.

Paul Dano is extraordinary. He captures not merely Wilson’s fragility but his obsessive musical imagination, conveying the exhilaration and exhaustion of creative brilliance. Studio sessions become psychological landscapes where sound and feeling merge.

John Cusack takes greater risks, resisting imitation in favour of emotional truth. His Wilson appears withdrawn and uncertain, trapped within systems of control disguised as care. Cusack allows pain and gentleness to coexist without sentimentality.

The film’s treatment of music deserves special praise. Rather than using songs simply as nostalgic reward, Pohlad explores composition itself — the painstaking search for sound, harmony and emotional expression. Recording studios become sites of invention and vulnerability.

Paul Giamatti’s Landy is chilling precisely because he avoids theatrical villainy. Control here emerges gradually, rationalised as protection and expertise. The film understands how dependency and exploitation can become entangled.

What remains afterwards is not scandal or tragedy but admiration for artistic persistence. Love & Mercy recognises Brian Wilson as neither saint nor casualty but complicated creator. Among music biopics, it stands as one of the most humane and formally inventive.

Radio Choice

Desert Island Discs Radio 4, Sunday 10:00am – featuring Emily Watson

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I’ve loved this programme from the very first bars of its opening music. That familiar theme drops you straight into a different headspace—an invitation to settle in and listen as someone unpacks the story of their life through the records that shaped them. The structure is deceptively simple: eight pieces of music, a book, a luxury item, and the castaway’s journey through memory, influence and experience. But within that framework, people reveal far more than they realise.

What keeps me coming back is how much I learn about others just by listening. Music loosens people; it lets them talk about childhood, ambition, heartbreak, triumph—often without ever naming those things directly. I’m always curious to hear where my tastes overlap with theirs, and just as interested in the moments where they pull me somewhere new. A single track can open a door into a world I’d never have explored on my own.

And then there’s the pleasure of the choices at the end: the book they’d take to the island, the luxury item they can’t live without. Those details are often as revealing as the music—tiny windows into what someone values when everything else is stripped away.

The archive is a treasure in its own right. Decades of voices, eras, sensibilities, and shifting cultural landscapes, all preserved and waiting to be rediscovered. I trawl through it happily, dipping into old episodes, following threads, revisiting favourites. It’s one of the few programmes that rewards curiosity and patience, and it never fails to teach me something—about others, and quietly, about myself.

TikTok: The Working Week in Five Days Radio 4, Monday–Friday, 1:45pm

This timely series explores changing attitudes to labour, productivity and modern working life, asking whether inherited ideas about the working week continue to make sense in an age shaped by technology and shifting social expectations.

Podcast Choice

How Did We Get Here? Israel and the Palestinians BBC Sounds

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The BBC turns to one of the world’s most enduring and emotionally charged conflicts in this historical and political podcast examining the Israeli–Palestinian question. Rather than treating events as isolated headlines, the series attempts to trace deeper roots and competing narratives.

Whatever one’s perspective, context matters, and the podcast’s value lies in encouraging precisely that wider view.

My Mate Bought a Toaster

There is something gloriously nosy about the premise behind My Mate Bought a Toaster. Guests discuss their online purchase histories and, through shopping habits and accidental revelations, unexpectedly reveal versions of themselves.

Part comedy and part social anthropology, it appeals to anyone fascinated by the small clues people leave behind.

And if, like me, you occasionally study supermarket baskets and quietly construct biographies from groceries, this one may prove particularly entertaining.

Streaming Choice

BBC iPlayer

The Invisibles — Series 2

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The second series of The Invisibles returns to the Devon coast with its familiar blend of seaside melancholy and criminal nostalgia. Anthony Head and Warren Clarke slip back into the roles of retired thieves who can’t quite outrun the shadows they once commanded.
This run leans further into the ache of ageing — men confronting irrelevance, loyalty, and the seductive pull of one last job. The humour remains dry, but the emotional undertow is stronger.
Available from Friday 29 May, it’s a reminder that the past rarely stays buried, especially for those who once lived outside the law.

Living

Oliver Hermanus’s Living (2022) remains one of the most humane British films of the decade. Bill Nighy gives a career‑best performance as a civil servant quietly confronting mortality, in Kazuo Ishiguro’s adaptation of Kurosawa’s Ikiru.
Post‑war London is rendered in soft greys and moral clarity — a world where bureaucracy both shields and suffocates.
Available until Monday, it’s a study in grace, purpose, and the fragile dignity of small acts.


Discovery+

The Many Lives of Benjamin Kyle

This four‑part documentary revisits the baffling real case of a man found unconscious behind a Georgia Burger King in 2004 with no memory of who he was.
Through interviews, forensic work, and years of dead ends, the series follows his long search for identity — a journey that eventually revealed “Benjamin Kyle” to be William Powell.
All four episodes are available from 30 May, a haunting exploration of memory, anonymity, and the precarious architecture of selfhood.


Prime Video

Spider‑Noir

Nicolas Cage returns to voice the trench‑coated vigilante in this animated spin‑off from the Spider‑Verse universe, set in a stylised 1930s New York of chiaroscuro alleys and moral ambiguity.
The eight‑episode run leans into pulp narration, jazz‑era grit, and Cage’s sardonic delivery, which anchors the noir tone beautifully.
Available from Wednesday 27 May, it’s a moody, monochrome antidote to superhero gloss.

The Long Walk

Based on Stephen King’s dystopian novel, The Long Walk imagines a near‑future contest where teenage boys must keep walking until only one survives.
The adaptation preserves the book’s existential dread — a parable of endurance, spectacle, and state cruelty.
Available now, it’s stark, hypnotic viewing that turns motion itself into punishment.


Apple TV+

Star City

Star City is an alternate‑history drama set inside the Soviet Union’s secret cosmonaut training centre outside Moscow, expanding the world established in For All Mankind. The series follows engineers, cosmonauts and the ever‑watchful security services as they navigate the pressures of ideology, secrecy and ambition within the USSR’s side of the space race. It blends Cold War tension with the personal stakes of those working behind closed doors, showing how loyalty, science and survival intersect in a system built on both aspiration and control.
The series balances Cold War paranoia with human ambition, showing how ideology, science, and personal sacrifice collided in the race to orbit.
The first two episodes are available from Friday 29 May, promising a blend of historical precision and cosmic yearning.


Netflix

Nemesis

Nemesis is a taut British thriller about a former intelligence officer pulled back into a web of betrayal after a botched operation.
Its clipped tone and procedural focus give the drama a cold, metallic edge, with moral corrosion seeping through every exchange.
Available now, it’s espionage stripped of glamour — all consequence, no catharsis.

Rob Peace

Adapted from Jeff Hobbs’s biography, Rob Peace tells the true story of a brilliant Yale scholar whose double life in Newark’s drug trade led to tragedy.
Chiwetel Ejiofor directs with empathy, avoiding sensationalism in favour of systemic critique and human complexity.
Available now, it’s a portrait of promise undone by inequality and circumstance.

Maxxine

The third film in Ti West’s X trilogy, Maxxine follows Mia Goth’s survivor into 1980s Los Angeles, chasing fame while haunted by the violence that shaped her.
It’s both slasher and satire — a neon‑drenched study of ambition, exploitation, and the Hollywood dream machine at its most predatory.
Available from 21 May, it closes the trilogy with a mix of horror, irony, and defiant self‑invention.

Love Lies Bleeding

Kristen Stewart stars in Rose Glass’s neo‑noir romance set in the desert world of bodybuilding, obsession, and criminal temptation.
The film’s muscular style and queer intensity recall Bound and Body Heat, all sweat, longing, and danger.
Available until 31 May, it’s a feverish, intoxicating descent into desire and control.


Disney+

The Testament of Ann Lee

This docudrama traces the life of Ann Lee, founder of the Shakers, whose radical vision of equality and celibacy shaped an American religious movement.
Mixing archival material with lyrical reenactment, it captures the tension between spiritual purity, communal discipline, and the cost of conviction.
Available now, it’s a contemplative look at faith as rebellion.

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Short story: And Then

A person in tattered clothing stands in front of a wrecked airplane amid smoke and flames, creating a dramatic and desolate scene.

I watched the planes fly overhead. Where were they taking the people? I knew many friends that had received their notification to go to the various aerodromes. Then they’d disappeared. As I watched a huge craft rumble through the sky, I wondered if any of my friends were aboard.

The day was bright but cold. I’d left my wife and three daughters behind in the cottage we’d rented for the week. It smelt musty, old, the scent of stale smoke in the stonework. I loved it. We’d make a fire that night. The farmer had left us plenty of wood. My wife and daughters had stayed behind to make food and watch a film and generally get settled in. I wished one of them had come with me but I stepped out alone. My small haversack bumping against my back as I’d headed down the stonewall-flanked lane. Waving goodbye, I breathed in the fresh mountain air.


Before too long the weather changed. The air gathered in mist and then fog. As I dropped down into the valley, I could hardly see my hands as I plunged them into the fog, wanting to swish it all away and see again. The air felt colder with the sun’s warmth blanketed tight.


What was I to do? At least I wasn’t up on a mountaintop traversing an arête. As I thought this, I was suddenly aware of a sound gathering volume, seemingly coming closer. Where and what was it? This sound seemed to shake the very earth I stood on. It became deafening. I imagined a huge giant stomping over the land – but I could see nothing. My curiosity and mild fear became utter dread as the noise shook my brain. Whatever it was it was getting a whole lot closer. It was coming from the sky. Was it a plane? There were no flight paths over where we were, maybe a military plane? The sound seemed to tear the very fabric of the fog and its volume increased relentlessly. It felt like the end of the world. In an intuitive act I threw myself to the ground landing on my haversack. The lane was gritty with small stones. I rolled onto my front and blocked my ears. And then. Whatever it was, it must have dived and ploughed straight into a
wood. I could hear the sounds of trees being ripped apart, unearthed. And then. Nothing. Utter silence for the briefest of moments.


Getting up on my feet I tried desperately to see what had happened. I heard cries penetrating the cloth-like air. Some shrieks. I walked like a blind man, holding my hands before me and soon I was pitched forwards as I hit a low wall. What was I thinking? What did I expect to be able to do? I had no phone with me. The only thing that connected me to the world had been the path I was on. I should have stayed on that and… Curiously, it felt like the whole area was oblivious to what I had heard. Instinct drove me on. Feeling the mossy top of the wall, I managed to straddle it and then lift my back leg over. The air smelt of smoke and fuel which added to its density. There were more cries and moans in the distance. Except for me there was no distance. Damn that fog!


The first sense of that devastating reality hit me – almost literally. A part of the plane wreckage tripped me up and I fell towards the ground. Flapping my hands, I managed to control my descent to an extent. In the distance I could hear the wailing of sirens. With some difficulty I once again got to my feet and I had the sense that the fog was being dispersed and driven out by the smoke coming from the crashed plane. There were more guttural cries of pain as I made tiny steps over the uneven ground. And then. Bang! I was out cold.

I came round slowly, piecing together fragmented thoughts. I felt trapped. Panicking, I wondered if I was paralysed. I couldn’t feel my legs, or my arms. The air in front of my eyes was black. I opened and shut my eyelids in rapid succession but nothing changed. How long had I been like that, staring into nothing, unable to move. In the end I let my struggle subside and drifted into an unsettling sleep.


In this sleep I could once again move freely. I was in a town, the houses were be-jewelled: rubies and sapphires, diamonds and amethysts shone in their prim brickwork. A river wound its way between two rows of thatched-rooved cottages. But there was no-one about. Looking in through windows I only saw empty rooms. It was as if the houses were waiting to be filled. Walking down what I took to be the high street I felt both lonely and invigorated. Although it felt odd, I was also content being there. And then.

‘Name?’
I was back in my dark, paralysed state.
‘Name?’
‘Jim,’ I answer innocently.
‘Surname?’
I had to think a moment, ‘Holden,’ I say.
‘James Holden,’ a voice says but not to me.
‘No record,’ answers another voice.
‘Lost in the wreckage?’
‘No record at all.’
I could feel some tension.
‘He was in the wreckage?’
‘Yes.’
‘The capsule has been found?’
‘Yes.’
‘Well, we’ll see. It’s going to be difficult explaining this. Either he should or shouldn’t have been on the plane. I think it’s best if we say nothing and then get him on the next flight.’
‘Very well.’
‘Yes, okay, but what do you think? It’s going to be risky.’
‘He must have been on the plane. The fog was thick. God only knows why it was flying so low.’
‘Perhaps it mistook the fog for smoke,’ the voice jokes.
‘Shall I make preparations?’
‘Yes, indeed. If we’ve made a mistake there’ll be no end to it. Might even lose our jobs. Would you want that?’
‘Of course not. I understand. I’ll do what’s necessary. Just wish I could find some record.’
‘No-one checks, why would they? Too late.’
‘One question,’ the second voice says, ‘what happens to the dead bodies?’
And then.

I felt a piercing of the skin on my arm – I think. That might sound odd but it was hard to tell. It was hard to tell because I was so disorientated. I felt like I was in a packet of sticky glue. Or I had been swathed in bandages soaked in glue. Either way, the sensations of my body were muffled. I had a sense of where my head was and that was about it. I could have been a body assembled by Picasso.
Next thing I was aware of was the sensation of movement. Heavy movement. I didn’t feel light – not at all. All the time I was remembering the sound of the plane splitting the coarse blanket of fog and then the animalistic cries of pain. The desperate calls for help. The town my mind had transported itself to and then the dislocated voices. What was happening to me? Was I a prisoner? Was I a patient? Was I awake even?
And then.

‘Name?’
‘Holden, James.’
‘Flight?’
‘HA. – DE.5.’
‘Crashed plane?’
‘Yes.’
‘Any news on that?’
‘Investigators are going through the wreckage.’
‘Crew?’
‘All dead.’
‘Any news on them?’
‘They’re going through clearing.’
‘Very well. Open him up, give him a jab, full dose. Then onto the plane. DE. 27.’
‘So many flights,’ the voice says wistfully.
‘Of course.’
‘I hope…’ the voice begins…
‘There is no hope,’ the other voice says. ‘Nor should there be. We are what we are. Do your job diligently. You’ll find out one day.’
‘Sir,’ the voice responds.

I came too. Immediately aware I was restrained in my seat. I looked to my left and right. Every seat was full and the occupant of every seat was restrained in the same manner. My head could not turn very far in each direction. I could see seats in front of me and I sensed seats behind. My legs were restrained too.
‘Welcome aboard,’ a voice says from the ether. ‘This flight will take an eternity.’ I feel as if the voice is joking. ‘We trust you enjoy your flight. Take off will be in five minutes.’
‘Where are we going?’ I say to the man on my right.
He laughs. ‘You don’t know?’
‘I don’t. Where?’
He turns away, so I ask the lady to my left. ‘Do you know where this flight goes to?’
‘Haven’t you been screened?’ she asks.
‘No. I haven’t.’
‘Have you been in a coma or something?’
‘Maybe,’ I say. ‘I don’t know why I’m here.’
The woman laughs. The man to my right says, ‘Well not for good behaviour, that’s for sure.’ The woman laughs at this too.
‘We’ve got a joker,’ says a man from behind.
‘Tell him to shut the fuck up,’ another man says, this time from in front. ‘I want to sleep this one last time.’
‘Does anyone know?’ I ask desperately.
‘We all know and so do you,’ says the man from behind.
‘I don’t,’ I say.
‘He’s been in a coma,’ the woman explains.
‘Well, I’m not sure…’
‘He’ll find out soon enough,’ a younger woman says. ‘Leave him be.’
‘You must be on the wrong flight with a comment like that.’
‘Nah, imagine his reaction when he does find out?’ They laugh.

Nobody spoke with me from then on. We passed through thunder and lightning. The plane rocked. Rain soaked its carcass. Occasionally it dropped without warning and we felt our stomachs get left behind. Some were being sick. There had been no cabin crew. I kept my eyes focused on the seat in front. It was all I could do to concentrate my mind and keep myself from going insane. When I eventually looked down, I could see what looked like water seeping under my shoes. They were not my shoes but light cotton moccasin type footwear. When did my shoes change to them?


‘Going down,’ a voice says. The captain?
‘If you’d like to look from your windows on the right,’ a female voice says. We all tried to turn our heads and look. There was a huge and vast hole in the ground we could see below. The light of flames and a further dim light on the horizon made sure we could see. This vision put the fear of God into me.
Instinctively I say, ‘I shouldn’t be here, I shouldn’t be here…’
And then.
‘Welcome to Hell,’ the voice says. ‘Welcome to eternity,’ it laughs. ‘It’s all you deserve,’ it says cryptically.
‘Hell?’ I say in alarm.
‘Hell yes,’ the man jokes to my right.
‘Get used to it,’ the woman says to my left.
‘But, there really must be some mistake,’ I say. Everyone laughs and then they all break into some incoherent but raucous song. I squeeze my eyes tight and once again hear the roar of a plane’s engine.
‘Dear God,’ I say, ‘help me!’
And then.

By Tim Bragg

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Smiling Rot in Normal (2026): Wheatley’s Fable of Decline & Corruption

Bob Odenkirk plays Ulysses, a former Chicago police officer who arrives in Normal, Minnesota to serve as interim sheriff after the previous one dies under murky circumstances. As the Financial Times Weekend (16-17 May 2026) says: “The name Normal is the first gag of many”. The town he inherits is already hollowed out: shuttered shops, a shrinking population, and a civic culture worn thin by years of economic erosion.

He meets the expected gallery of eccentrics — the leery mayor, the flirty barmaid, the little old lady who runs the haberdashery, the frenetic sheriff’s department — all sketched with the breezy shorthand Wheatley favours. But as Ulysses digs deeper, he uncovers a criminal conspiracy involving weapons trafficking, corrupt officials, and a violent gang with Yakuza ties.

The plot is wildly unrealistic — a chain of coincidences and conveniently timed revelations, as well as consequences implausibly avoided — but the film isn’t built for plausibility. It’s built for impact.

The Mayor — Henry Winkler’s smiling rot, and the logic of complicity

If Normal has a single character who embodies the town’s moral collapse, it’s Mayor Kibner, played with unnerving geniality by Henry Winkler. The magazine review calls his role a “miss,” but that undersells what Wheatley is doing. Kibner isn’t a villain in the theatrical sense. He’s something more familiar — the small‑town politician who has learned to survive by compromising his ideals.

His justifications are the most chilling part of his character. He doesn’t see himself as corrupt; he sees himself as pragmatic. In his mind, the town is dying anyway — the factories gone, the tax base evaporated, the young people leaving — so why not make accommodations with the forces that still have money and muscle?

His logic is the logic of slow collapse:

  • If the system no longer works, you improvise.
  • If the law can’t protect the town, you find someone who can.
  • If the people are scared, you give them the illusion of order.

Every compromise becomes a “necessary evil.” Every concession is framed as stewardship. That’s what makes him dangerous. He rationalises. He persuades himself — and tries to persuade others — that bending the rules is the only way to keep the town afloat.

Winkler plays him with a salesman’s warmth — the handshake, the reassuring smile, the tone of a man who wants you to believe he’s doing his best. But behind that affability is a hollowed‑out sense of responsibility. He’s not leading the town; he’s managing its decline, smoothing over the cracks, and telling himself that survival justifies everything.

In a film full of gunfire, Kibner is the quietest form of violence: the violence of corruption, of a leader who stops believing in the very idea of public duty. He is the most interesting character in the film.

Complicity — when a whole town looks away

One of the film’s sharper, if underdeveloped, ideas is how the vast majority of the townsfolk become complicit in the corruption that’s consuming them. Not through grand conspiracies, but through the small, familiar mechanisms of decline:

  • People look away because they’re tired.
  • Businesses cooperate because they need the money.
  • Civic leaders bend because they’ve lost faith in the institutions they’re meant to defend.
  • And most strikingly, law enforcement fractures — some officers quietly aiding the criminal network, others simply refusing to intervene.

This isn’t the melodramatic “town gone bad” of old Westerns. It’s something more recognisable: a community worn down by economic erosion, fear, and the slow normalisation of wrongdoing. Collapse isn’t sudden; it’s cumulative.

A film built for set‑pieces

Let’s be honest: Normal is structured like a chain of violent dioramas. Every ten minutes, another meticulously engineered action sequence erupts. The magazine review singles out the “nasty brawl in a hardware store,” and it’s true — Wheatley stages it with bruising precision.

Cars flip, walls splinter, bullets stitch the air. The choreography is muscular and relentless.

But the rhythm becomes narcotic. The violence stops shocking and starts numbing. You drift through it as if it were weather — something that simply happens, without moral weight.

Even the script’s attempts at levity — including the much‑mocked “physics, bitch” line — land with a thud, a reminder that the film’s tonal ambitions exceed its writing.

What does this violence do to the mind?

This is the film’s unintended question. When brutality is constant, stylised, and unmoored from consequence, the viewer adapts. The mind slides into a state where bodies falling become part of the scenery. It’s not the gore that unsettles — it’s the ease with which you absorb it.

The film wants to warn us about societal collapse, but its real message is about desensitisation: how quickly the extraordinary becomes ordinary when packaged as entertainment.

The decline of American towns — the film’s accidental truth

Where Normal brushes against something real is in its landscapes. The shuttered main street, the empty factories, the sense of a place abandoned long before the first gunshot — these images carry more weight than any monologue.

This is the quiet violence the film never quite confronts: the slow hollowing‑out of American towns, the economic erosion that leaves communities brittle and combustible. In those moments, you glimpse the film it could have been — a meditation on civic decay rather than a catalogue of ballistic choreography.

But the camera never lingers. There’s always another firefight waiting.

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Culture Vulture: 16th–22nd May 2026

There’s a strong undercurrent running through this week’s selections: institutions under pressure, myths being dismantled, and the uneasy relationship between image and reality. Whether it’s the collapsing morality of Brighton Rock, the paranoia of The Teachers’ Lounge, the media manipulations of Berlusconi and Elon Musk, or Marilyn Monroe trapped within the machinery of celebrity, much of this week’s viewing circles around people caught inside systems larger than themselves. Even the lighter selections carry that tension beneath the surface. Mean Girls understands social hierarchy as ruthlessly as any political thriller, while Rivals turns 1980s television into a battlefield of ego, money and performance.

Three highlights stand out this week. 🌟 Apocalypse Now remains one of cinema’s greatest visions of imperial madness, still overwhelming nearly fifty years on. 🌟 The Teachers’ Lounge is one of the sharpest recent dramas about institutional panic and surveillance culture. 🌟 BBC Four’s Dylan night offers a fascinating meditation on artistic reinvention, obsession and mythmaking around one of popular music’s most elusive figures.

As ever, Culture Vulture tries to look beyond simple entertainment value. This week’s programmes and films repeatedly ask who controls narratives, who benefits from power, and how individuals navigate systems built around spectacle, authority and manipulation. Fortunately, they also happen to be exceptionally entertaining.

Saturday 16th May 2026

🌟 The Teachers’ Lounge (2023) – BBC Four, 9pm and available on BBC iPlayer

This tense German drama turns an ordinary secondary school into a miniature surveillance state. When a series of thefts leads to accusations among staff and pupils, idealistic teacher Carla Nowak finds herself trapped inside a spiralling culture of suspicion, institutional self-protection and moral panic. What begins as a seemingly minor disciplinary issue gradually escalates into something far more unsettling.

Director İlker Çatak understands how quickly modern institutions can become consumed by process rather than justice. The school’s language of fairness and safeguarding masks deeper anxieties around authority, reputation and control, while social media and digital communication intensify every misunderstanding. Leonie Benesch gives a superb performance as a teacher attempting to remain principled while the structures around her quietly collapse.

What makes The Teachers’ Lounge so effective is its refusal to offer easy villains. Almost everyone believes they are acting reasonably, yet the collective result becomes increasingly oppressive and irrational. Sharp, claustrophobic and deeply contemporary, it is one of the most perceptive films about institutional anxiety in recent years.

Brighton Rock (1947) – Talking Pictures, 1.40pm

Few British crime films capture moral decay as vividly as Brighton Rock. Adapted from Brighton Rock by Graham Greene, the film turns the seaside resort into a landscape of spiritual corruption and post-war unease. Richard Attenborough delivers a chilling performance as Pinkie Brown, a teenage gangster whose cruelty seems inseparable from his terror of the world around him.

The Brighton depicted here feels haunted by decline, its cheap entertainments masking something darker beneath the surface. Decades later, the film still feels unsettling precisely because it refuses easy redemption or comforting morality.

Heaven Knows, Mr. Allison (1957) – Film4, 2.55pm

Deborah Kerr and Robert Mitchum bring remarkable emotional subtlety to this wartime drama about isolation, repression and companionship. Director John Huston allows silence and atmosphere to do much of the work, creating a sense of emotional tension that lingers throughout.

The film quietly reflects the anxieties of the 1950s: duty, faith, masculinity and the difficulty of emotional honesty. Beneath the tropical setting lies a surprisingly mature meditation on loneliness and sacrifice.

Mandate for Murder: Britain’s Struggle in Palestine – PBS America, 10.15pm

This documentary examines the final years of the British Mandate in Palestine, exploring how imperial policy, insurgency and diplomatic failure combined to shape a conflict whose consequences still reverberate globally today.

Dense but highly absorbing, it offers valuable historical context for understanding a region still trapped within unresolved tensions from that era.

Upgrade (2018) – Legend, 11.15pm

Leigh Whannell’s brutal techno-thriller feels increasingly plausible with every passing year. Set in a near future dominated by surveillance capitalism and invasive technology, Upgrade follows a paralysed mechanic implanted with an experimental AI system after a violent attack leaves his wife dead.

The film’s ending remains one of the bleakest mainstream science-fiction finales of recent years — a chilling warning about autonomy, algorithms and technological dependency.

The Last Duel (2021) – Channel 4, 11.20pm

Ridley Scott returns to medieval Europe with a film examining violence, masculinity and power through sharply contemporary eyes. Jodie Comer gives the film its moral centre in a story less about spectacle than institutional injustice.

Far from being merely historical drama, the film becomes a study of credibility, entitlement and systems protecting themselves.

Sunday 17th May 2026

Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1953) – BBC Two, 2.30pm

Marilyn Monroe and Jane Russell radiate charisma in one of Hollywood’s most joyous musicals. Beneath the glamour sits a surprisingly sharp satire about money, romance and survival within post-war America.

The film’s refusal to punish female ambition remains refreshingly modern.

Mean Girls (2004) – ITV2, 7.05pm

Tina Fey’s Mean Girls arrives in 2004 looking like a bubblegum teen comedy, all pink plastics and cafeteria cartography, but beneath the gloss it’s doing something far more sly. Fey treats the American high school not as a backdrop but as a fully functioning micro‑state — a place where power is negotiated through appearance, language, and the ever‑shifting borders of adolescent allegiance. The film understands that the real curriculum isn’t maths or English but the daily study of how to survive socially without losing your sense of self.

What gives it its staying power is the precision of its observation. Every corridor becomes a diplomatic zone. Every lunch table a fragile coalition. Every outfit a communiqué. And into this world walks Cady Heron, a girl raised outside the system who must learn its rules at speed. Her journey — from naïve outsider to calculating insider and back again — is less a plot than a case study in how identity is shaped, warped and sometimes obliterated by the need to belong.

Long before Instagram, TikTok or the relentless metrics of modern teenage life, Mean Girls grasped the exhausting labour of self‑surveillance. The way young people monitor themselves with the vigilance of border guards. The way a single misstep can feel like a geopolitical crisis. Watching it now, you realise Fey wasn’t just writing jokes; she was diagnosing a culture on the brink of becoming permanently performative.

And yet the film never loses its lightness. It’s funny, quotable, brisk — but threaded with a melancholy awareness of how fragile teenage identities really are. Beneath the bright colours and the comic timing lies a portrait of a generation rehearsing adulthood under fluorescent lights, trying on personas like costumes, hoping one of them might fit.

It remains, two decades on, one of the sharpest dissections of adolescent politics ever smuggled into a mainstream comedy. A film that saw the future coming and, with a raised eyebrow, warned us what it would feel like to live inside it.

The Cage – Episode 4 of 5 – BBC One, 9pm, full series available on BBC iPlayer

This gripping thriller continues to build tension around surveillance, secrecy and institutional distrust. The show’s atmosphere of quiet paranoia increasingly feels rooted in contemporary anxieties about systems designed more to contain than protect.

Brother (2022) – BBC Two, 10.50pm

Based on David Chariandy’s acclaimed novel, Brother is a deeply moving exploration of grief, race and masculinity within Toronto’s Caribbean community. Director Clement Virgo handles the material with enormous sensitivity.

Quietly devastating, it lingers long after the credits.

Mosul (2022) – Great Action, 1.30am

In Mosul, the war is not a backdrop but a suffocating atmosphere—grit, dust, and exhaustion pressed into every frame. The film rejects the clean lines of heroism and instead inhabits the chaos of a city pulverised by ideology and survival instinct. Streets are reduced to rubble, loyalties to reflex. What remains is the human impulse to endure, even when meaning has collapsed.

The Iraqi fighters here are not symbols but men hollowed by repetition—each skirmish another act of attrition rather than triumph. Director Matthew Michael Carnahan captures the rhythm of fatigue: the way violence becomes procedural, stripped of rhetoric, leaving only the weary mechanics of staying alive. The camera moves like a participant, not an observer, its urgency mirroring the moral claustrophobia of a world where every choice corrodes.

By the end, Mosul feels less like a war film than a study in entropy. Ideology dissolves, leaving behind the stubborn persistence of humanity amid ruin—a portrait of courage that refuses to flatter itself.

Monday 18th May 2026

Our Tiny Islands – More4, 9pm

This quietly beautiful documentary visits the Scottish island of Iona, where sheep farmer Joanne balances agricultural life with the fragile realities of island survival.

At a time when television often chases noise and conflict, Our Tiny Islands offers something slower and more reflective.

The Cage – BBC One, 9pm, full series on BBC iPlayer

The latest episode deepens the show’s atmosphere of institutional paranoia, pushing its characters further into moral uncertainty.

Lucy Worsley Investigates: The American Revolution – BBC Two, 9pm, available

Lucy Worsley explores the myths, contradictions and contested narratives surrounding the American Revolution.

Timely viewing at a moment when democratic ideals and national identity are once again fiercely contested.

Thailand: The Dark Side of Paradise – BBC Three, 9pm, 9.45pm and 10.30pm

This documentary strand explores the criminal underworlds and hidden economies operating beneath Thailand’s tourist image, examining how escapism, organised crime and inequality collide.

There is a strong undercurrent of melancholy beneath the beaches and nightlife.

Destroyer (2018) – BBC Two, 11.45pm

Nicole Kidman gives one of her boldest performances in this bleak neo-noir about trauma, guilt and institutional corruption.

Difficult, uncompromising and deeply atmospheric.

Tuesday 19th May 2026

Corinthians: We Were the Champions – BBC Four, 10pm, available on BBC iPlayer

This is the story of a team history almost forgot — the Manchester Corinthians Ladies FC, founded in 1949 and forged in defiance of the FA’s long, punitive ban on women’s football. The documentary gathers ten surviving players, now in their seventies, eighties and nineties, and lets them speak with the clarity of people who lived through something both exhilarating and quietly outrageous: a period when women were told, officially and repeatedly, that the sport they loved was not for them.

What emerges is not a tale of plucky novelty but of solidarity under constraint. These women built their own infrastructure when the governing body refused them pitches, recognition or even basic legitimacy. They toured the world, played to vast crowds abroad, and won tournaments that the FA pretended didn’t exist. The film treats these achievements not as curiosities but as acts of cultural resistance — small, determined rebellions against a system that tried to erase them.

There’s a tenderness to the way the documentary listens. The players recall the thrill of travel, the camaraderie of long coach journeys, the pride of representing a country that refused to acknowledge them. But threaded through the anecdotes is a sharper truth: that their success forced the FA, decades later, into a rare moment of contrition. The apology lands like a delayed recognition of what they always knew — that they were champions long before anyone bothered to write it down.

More than a sports documentary, it becomes a study of perseverance, collective dignity and the politics of being told “no” and playing on anyway. A portrait of women who refused to wait for permission, and in doing so changed the landscape of the game for everyone who followed.

Belmarsh: Serial Killers and High Security – Channel 5, 11.05pm and 12.05am

This two-part documentary enters Britain’s most notorious high-security prison, examining violent offenders alongside the institutional systems built to contain them.

The programme raises uncomfortable questions about punishment, spectacle and society’s fascination with true crime.

Small Town Big Riot – BBC Three, 11.20pm and 12.20am

BBC Three revisits the 2023 riots in Kirkby, Merseyside, before turning to local opposition surrounding a planned asylum centre.

Rather than simplifying events into slogans, the documentary explores mistrust, economic pressure and fractured community identity in modern Britain.

Berlusconi: Condemned to Win – Part 3 – BBC Four, 11.30pm, also available on BBC iPlayer

This fascinating documentary examines how Silvio Berlusconi fused celebrity culture, media ownership and populist politics long before such tactics became globally familiar.

Watching it now often feels less like history than prophecy.

The Krays (1990) – BBC One, 11.45pm

Peter Medak’s portrait of the Kray twins remains one of Britain’s most psychologically interesting gangster films — less interested in swagger than emotional dependency and social claustrophobia.

Wednesday 20th May 2026

The Future with Hannah Fry – BBC Two, 7.30pm, available on BBC iPlayer

Hannah Fry returns with another accessible exploration of science, technology and rapidly changing modern life.

At a moment when AI and automation dominate public debate, the programme offers useful reflection rather than panic.

Green Book (2018) – BBC Three, 9pmGreen Book (2018) — BBC Three — 9pm

Green Book is at its most compelling when it stops trying to solve America and simply lets its two leads inhabit the uneasy space between them. Mahershala Ali and Viggo Mortensen give the film its emotional ballast: Ali with his contained, almost architectural precision; Mortensen with a looser, more instinctive physicality. Together they create a dynamic that feels lived‑in rather than schematic — two men negotiating the boundaries of class, race and masculinity in a country that insists those boundaries are fixed.

Set against the backdrop of a segregated America, the road trip becomes a kind of moving pressure chamber. Each town, each bar, each immaculate Southern mansion exposes a different facet of the racial order: its absurdities, its cruelties, its rituals of humiliation. The film doesn’t always confront these structures with the sharpness they deserve, but it does understand how racism shapes the smallest interactions — the glances, the silences, the rules that are never spoken aloud because everyone already knows them.

What keeps the film interesting today is precisely this tension. It wants reconciliation, warmth, the possibility of mutual recognition. But it can’t entirely escape the shadows cast by the world it depicts. The friendship that develops between Don Shirley and Tony Lip is touching, yes, but it is also freighted with the asymmetries of the era: who gets to move freely, who gets to speak plainly, who gets to be fully themselves without consequence.

Viewed now, Green Book feels like a film caught between two impulses — the desire to soothe and the need to acknowledge. It doesn’t resolve that contradiction, but in its better moments it lets the audience sit with it. And in the performances of Ali and Mortensen, you sense the deeper story beneath the surface: two men travelling through a country that is still deciding who counts, and on what terms.

Marilyn and the Mob – Channel 4, 10pm and 11pm

This two-part documentary explores the long-rumoured connections between Marilyn Monroe, organised crime and Hollywood power structures.

At its best, the programme becomes less about conspiracy and more about exploitation, celebrity and institutional manipulation.

Thursday 21st May 2026

Marilyn Monroe Night – BBC Four, from 8pm

BBC Four devotes the evening to Marilyn Monroe, beginning with Eva Marilyn (1987), in which photographer Eve Arnold reflects on her encounters with Monroe beyond the studio image.

The evening also includes Gentlemen Prefer Blondes (1953), a programme on Jane Russell, and How to Marry a Millionaire (1953).

Taken together, the evening becomes less nostalgia than a meditation on celebrity, femininity and the machinery of fame.

Shadow of a Doubt (1943) – Film4, 2.25pm

Often cited by Alfred Hitchcock as one of his personal favourites, this superb thriller transforms small-town America into a landscape of hidden menace and creeping paranoia.

The Elon Musk Show: The Next Chapter – BBC Two, 9pm

This follow-up documentary examines the increasingly chaotic and politically divisive public life of Elon Musk.

The programme asks increasingly urgent questions about private wealth, technology and democratic accountability.

Friday 22nd May 2026

🌟 Apocalypse Now (1979) – Film4, 9pm

Francis Ford Coppola’s Apocalypse Now remains one of cinema’s great, disorienting plunges into the abyss — a film that doesn’t so much depict war as inhale it, choke on it, and exhale something feverish and unsteady. Loosely tracing the bones of Heart of Darkness, it follows Captain Willard upriver on a mission that becomes less a military assignment than a descent through layers of moral erosion. Each stop along the river feels like a different stage of psychic collapse, a place where the usual coordinates — duty, sanity, purpose — have slipped out of reach.

What still astonishes, nearly fifty years on, is the film’s hallucinatory density. Coppola shoots Vietnam as a landscape where reality buckles under the weight of spectacle: helicopters choreographed to Wagner, flares blooming like poisonous flowers, the jungle vibrating with menace. It’s war as theatre, war as ritual, war as a kind of collective madness in which everyone is performing a version of themselves they no longer recognise.

Willard’s journey towards Colonel Kurtz becomes a study in contagion — how violence seeps into the bloodstream, how the line between hunter and hunted dissolves. By the time we reach Kurtz’s compound, the film has shed any pretence of conventional narrative. What’s left is a confrontation with the darkest corners of human capability, delivered in whispers, shadows and the oppressive heat of a world where morality has evaporated.

The scale is operatic, the mood narcotic, the effect overwhelming. Even now, the film feels less like something you watch than something you endure — a fever dream that drags you into its undertow and leaves you blinking, unsettled, unsure where the nightmare ends and the world resumes.

🌟 Dylan Night – BBC Four, from 9pm

Close-up portrait of an older man with curly hair, wearing a black leather jacket and a bolo tie. He has a serious expression and is looking directly at the camera.
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BBC Four celebrates Bob Dylan with Sings DylanSings Dylan 2Shadow Kingdom and the fascinating documentary Tangled Up with Dylan: The Ballad of A.J. Weberman.

Together they become an exploration not simply of Dylan’s music, but of obsession, mythology and artistic reinvention itself.

And Now for Something Completely Different (1971) – BBC Two, 11pm

Before Monty Python became a national institution — the sort of comedy outfit wheeled out for anniversaries, retrospectives and reverent documentaries — they were something far stranger and more volatile. This early film, a stitched‑together anthology of their best sketches, captures them in their anarchic prime: gleefully dismantling authority, respectability and the very idea that comedy should obey the rules of narrative, logic or even basic continuity.

What’s striking, watching it now, is how alive it still feels. The humour doesn’t build; it detonates. Sketches begin in one register and end in another entirely. Punchlines are abandoned mid‑stride. Characters wander in from other sketches as if lost. It’s comedy as controlled demolition, performed by a troupe who understood that the quickest way to expose the absurdity of British life was simply to tilt it a few degrees and let the madness spill out.

The unpredictability is the point. By refusing normal structures — setups, payoffs, tidy resolutions — the Pythons created a form that mirrored the chaos they were mocking. Bureaucracy, class, patriotism, masculinity, the BBC itself: everything is fair game, and everything collapses under the weight of its own pomposity.

Half a century on, the film remains a reminder of how radical they once were. Before the merchandise, the nostalgia and the canonisation, there was this: a group of very clever people breaking comedy open just to see what new shapes it could make.

Streaming Choice

Untold: Liverpool’s Miracle of Istanbul – Available from Tuesday 19th May on Netflix

The 2005 Champions League final has been replayed so often it risks feeling like folklore rather than fact — a story polished by repetition, its edges smoothed by nostalgia. What this Untold documentary does is return to the rawness of the night itself, stripping away the myth to reveal the sheer improbability of what Liverpool achieved in Istanbul. It treats the match not as a highlight reel but as a collective emotional event: a moment when belief, identity and sheer stubborn refusal to accept defeat collided in a way that still feels faintly unreal.

The film understands that football at this level is never just football. It’s memory, inheritance, a kind of secular faith. The first half is presented almost as a study in despair — 3–0 down to an AC Milan side of almost absurd quality, the gulf between the teams looking unbridgeable. And then comes the shift: the surge of noise, the recalibration of hope, the sense that something irrational and magnificent is beginning to stir. The documentary captures that momentum with real care, showing how a team can be transformed not just tactically but spiritually.

What makes it compelling is the way it listens to the people who lived it — players, supporters, commentators — each carrying their own version of the night. For some, it’s a story of resilience; for others, of destiny; for many, a reminder of why football matters at all. The match becomes a vessel for something larger: the idea that identity is shaped not only by triumph but by the moments when triumph seemed impossible.

Nearly twenty years on, the Miracle of Istanbul remains one of sport’s great narrative ruptures — a night when logic failed and belief took over. This documentary honours that strangeness. It shows how a single match can become a communal memory, retold and re‑felt across generations, and why Liverpool supporters still speak of it with a kind of reverent disbelief.

Inspector Ricciardi – Series 3 available from Friday 22nd May on Channel 4 Streaming

One of television’s most atmospheric European crime dramas returns with more melancholy, mystery and political unease in 1930s Naples.

Inside Thailand’s British Drug Gangs: Untold – Available from Tuesday 19th May on Channel 4 Streaming

This unsettling documentary examines British criminal networks operating within Thailand’s tourist economy.

Kylie – All three episodes available from Wednesday on Netflix

A surprisingly reflective documentary series exploring Kylie Minogue’s career, resilience and ability to survive shifting pop landscapes.

I Saw the TV Glow – Available now on Netflix

Jane Schoenbrun’s haunting cult film explores identity, media obsession and emotional alienation through the lens of late-night television and adolescent loneliness.

Rivals – Season 2 available now on Disney+ UK

Jilly Cooper’s gloriously excessive world of media rivalry, sex and ambition returns with even more ego, manipulation and silk-shirted chaos.

Radio Picks

60 Years of Hurt – Radio 4, Saturday 10am

A sharply observed, six‑part excavation of England’s longest‑running national complex. Presented by David Baddiel, the series traces how decades of footballing disappointment — the near‑misses, the penalty traumas, the tournaments that slipped away — have seeped into the country’s sense of itself. What begins as sporting failure becomes cultural inheritance.

Across the six weeks, Baddiel brings in voices who’ve lived it from the inside and the outside: Dear England playwright James Graham, and former England stalwarts Stuart Pearce and David Seaman, among others. Their perspectives give the programme its mix of humour, melancholy and quiet revelation — a portrait of modern Britain told through the ache of what might have been.

Funny, rueful, and unexpectedly tender about the stories a nation builds around its own heartbreak.

Tarot and the Art of Creativity – Radio 4, Sunday 7.15pm

This thoughtful feature explores the relationship between tarot, symbolism and artistic inspiration. Rather than treating tarot as mere superstition, the programme examines it as metaphor, storytelling and creative provocation.

In an increasingly data-driven culture, there is something quietly refreshing about a programme willing to explore ambiguity and imagination.

Podcast Picks

The Story of Money with Gillian Tett and Robin Wigglesworth

What Gillian Tett and Robin Wigglesworth do so well in The Story of Money is peel back the surface of finance — the headlines, the market jitters, the jargon — and reveal the hidden architecture underneath. They speak with the clarity of people who have spent years watching how money actually behaves in the real world: not as an abstract economic force, but as a system of beliefs, habits, hierarchies and power structures that shape almost every aspect of modern life.

There’s a conversational ease to the way they explain things. You never feel lectured; you feel invited in. Tett draws on her anthropological instincts, showing how financial systems evolve like cultures, with rituals, taboos and unspoken rules. Wigglesworth brings the long view — the sweep of history, the way ideas about value and risk mutate across centuries. Together they make the complex feel graspable without ever flattening it.

What emerges is a portrait of money as something far stranger and more human than we usually admit. It’s a story of trust and illusion, of institutions built on collective belief, of crises that expose the fragility of systems we assume are solid. And in their hands, these ideas become not just intellectually engaging but quietly revealing about how power operates today — who benefits, who carries the risk, and who gets written out of the narrative.

It’s the kind of programme that leaves you seeing the world differently: the headlines, the markets, the political arguments, even the way we talk about debt and value. Tett and Wigglesworth don’t just explain finance; they illuminate the psychology and politics that sit beneath it, reminding you that money is never just money. It’s a story we’re all living inside, whether we realise it or not.

Gangster Presents: The Story of Ronnie Biggs

A fascinating exploration of Ronnie Biggs, celebrity criminality and Britain’s complicated fascination with outlaw mythology.

Everyday Positivity with Kate Cocker

Everyday Positivity with Kate Cocker

Everyday Positivity has become one of those rare fixtures in my day — a small, steadying voice that slips into the morning and quietly resets the emotional weather. I listen to Kate Cocker every single day, and over time I’ve realised how much I’ve absorbed from the little nuggets she drops almost casually, as if she’s chatting across a kitchen table rather than broadcasting to thousands.

What makes her so effective is the tone: calm, conversational, never preachy. She doesn’t arrive with grand theories or the glossy language of self‑help. Instead, she offers practical reflections on anxiety, stress and the low‑level emotional static that modern life generates. Her Pillars of Positivity have become a kind of internal toolkit — simple, repeatable habits that help you reorient yourself when the day starts to tilt. And her thoughts on gratitude are delivered with such gentle clarity that they feel less like advice and more like reminders of things you already knew but had somehow misplaced.

There’s something disarmingly human about the way she speaks. She acknowledges the messiness of real life — the wobbling confidence, the overthinking, the days when you feel slightly out of step with yourself — and then offers a way to navigate it without judgement. It’s not therapy, not philosophy, not performance. It’s companionship with good advice.

What the podcast ultimately provides is a rhythm: a moment of pause, a breath, a recalibration. And in a world that rarely grants us any of those, Kate Cocker’s voice becomes a small act of daily repair — a reminder that steadiness can be practised, and that positivity, when done properly, is less about cheerfulness than about choosing how to meet the day.

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Songlist Special: Songs That Captured the Spirit of The Old Grey Whistle Test

A wander back through the smoke‑hazed studio lights of The Old Grey Whistle Test — the BBC’s great cathedral of musical seriousness. No gimmicks, no pyrotechnics, no forced smiles. Just musicianship, mood, and the quiet confidence of artists who knew that a single well‑placed note could say more than a stadium’s worth of lasers.

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This week’s list gathers songs that embody the OGWT ethos: unvarnished, emotionally literate, and played with the kind of conviction that doesn’t need gloss to land its punch. These are tracks that reward close listening — songs built from grain, grit, melancholy, and the occasional flash of eccentric brilliance. The sort of music that feels like it’s happening in the room with you.


THE SONGS


The Pogues – Dirty Old Town

A song that feels like it was designed for the OGWT’s stripped‑back stage: no gloss, no pretence, just the raw grain of lived experience. MacGowan’s voice — cracked, human, defiant — turns the industrial melancholy of Ewan MacColl’s lyric into something both intimate and communal. It’s reportage set to melody, a reminder that folk‑punk at its best is a witness statement.


Al Stewart – Year of the Cat

Elegant, literate, and quietly cinematic. Stewart writes like a novelist who happens to have a guitar within reach. The arrangement unfurls like a long exhale — saxophone, piano, and narrative all blooming in slow, confident arcs. OGWT always made room for musicians who treated songwriting as storytelling, and this track remains one of the great examples.


Blondie – (I’m Always Touched by Your) Presence, Dear

Before the iconography, before the stadiums, Blondie were a tight, clever New York band with a gift for melody and emotional precision. Debbie Harry’s cool, crystalline delivery gives the song its telepathic shimmer — intimate, stylish, and effortlessly poised. Exactly the kind of performance OGWT would have lingered on.


Focus – Hocus Pocus

A joyous, unhinged burst of virtuosity. Yodelling, shredding, flute runs, rhythmic acrobatics — all colliding in a way that only Focus could make coherent. OGWT had a soft spot for the eccentric and the technically fearless, and this track remains a reminder that musicianship can be both serious and absurd at the same time.


Dr Feelgood – Roxette

Pub‑rock stripped to the bone: tight, sweaty, and utterly committed. Wilko Johnson’s staccato guitar style — all attack, no indulgence — is the kind of performance OGWT treated as a craft demonstration. A masterclass in economy, intent, and the power of leaving space.


The Bangles – Walk Like an Egyptian

A pop song with sly intelligence beneath the surface. The harmonies, the rhythmic snap, the sense of playful detachment — all of it delivered with a precision that belies the song’s breezy exterior. OGWT always appreciated pop that was built like architecture, and this track is a perfect example.


Gary Numan – Are ‘Friends’ Electric?

Minimalist, icy, and epoch‑shifting. Numan’s stillness-as-theatre performance style was exactly the kind of boundary‑pushing OGWT championed. The track remains a landmark in British electronic music — alienation rendered as architecture and pulse, with a kind of emotional distance that becomes its own form of intimacy.


Ultravox – Hiroshima Mon Amour

European, atmospheric, and steeped in cinematic melancholy. OGWT gravitated toward bands who treated the stage as a place for mood rather than spectacle, and this track — all cold‑wave textures and emotional restraint — feels like it was made for that dimly lit studio.


Madness – Time

Behind the humour and the ska‑pop bounce, Madness always had a deep melodic intelligence. Time shows their reflective side — wistful, observational, quietly affecting. OGWT would have leaned into the musicianship rather than the caricature, letting the song’s emotional clarity speak for itself.


Janis Ian – At Seventeen

One of the great confessional songs of the 20th century. Ian’s delivery — vulnerable but unflinching — embodies the OGWT tradition of spotlighting artists who could silence a room with a single line. It still feels like a private admission whispered into the dark, decades later.


Nils Lofgren – Goin’ Back

A musician’s musician: precise, soulful, technically immaculate without ever losing emotional clarity. OGWT often showcased players like Lofgren — artists whose craft spoke louder than any hype machine. This track is a beautifully phrased homage to memory, return, and the quiet ache of looking back.


By Pat Harrington

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13/05/26 – Counter Culture – Midweek Song List

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GLAM ROCK HAS BEEN getting a bit of a re‑evaluation lately, and rightly so. We’ve already spotlighted T. Rex’s ‘Ride A White Swan’ and ‘Hot Love’—two records that didn’t just chart well, but changed the temperature of British pop. They were the spark that lit the fuse.

This week we turn to another band who helped define the era: The Sweet, a group who combined bubblegum pop, heavy riffs, and a theatricality that pushed at the edges of what the Establishment thought acceptable. Steve Priest, in particular, delighted in winding up the moral guardians of the day. Their 1973 hit ‘The Ballroom Blitz’ is pure adrenaline—born from a real incident in which the band were bottled offstage in Scotland. They turned chaos into art, as glam bands so often did.

We’ve also been marking the centenary of the 1926 UK General Strike, and last time featured Billy Bragg’s take on ‘Which Side Are You On?’—a song originally written by Florence Reece during the brutal 1931 Harlan County coal wars. Bragg connected the American struggle to the UK miners’ strike of 1984–85, showing how these battles echo across generations.

Since then we’ve come across Natalie Merchant’s version. Merchant—best known from 10,000 Maniacs—approaches the song with a slow‑burn intensity. It starts almost as a whisper and builds into something resolute and defiant. It’s a reminder that protest songs don’t need to shout to hit hard.

There’s also something for the Bowie devotees. ‘Sorrow’, released in 1973, comes from Bowie’s Pin Ups album—a collection of covers paying tribute to the bands he loved as a teenager. The song itself began life with The McCoys in 1965 before being picked up by The Merseys. Bowie’s version is the definitive one: a lush, soulful vocal with that unmistakable sax weaving through it. Glam Rock may have been his aesthetic at the time, but this track shows how deep his musical vocabulary already was.

If you want to explore Bowie further, we’ve gathered reviews of his work here:
https://countercultureuk.com/?s=david+bowie

And as always, we end with a question. The final track this week is U2’s ‘With Or Without You’. Without looking it up, which album did it originally appear on?


THIS WEEK’S TRACKLIST

David Bowie – ‘Sorrow’

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5nTmPFtJS4c
Bowie takes a mid‑60s pop tune and transforms it into a smoky, melancholic masterclass. The arrangement is deceptively simple, but the vocal phrasing is pure Bowie—elegant, yearning, and unmistakably his.

Emma Bunton – ‘What Took You So Long’

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yX1Df_sjdzY
A bright, early‑2000s slice of pop with a Motown‑tinged bounce. Bunton leans into a warm, melodic vocal that shows why she was always the most quietly versatile of the Spice Girls.

Johnny Cash & Joe Strummer – ‘Redemption Song’

https://youtu.be/C7nFi2Lbq24?si=sUVuzEqIyl-SDwpG
Two giants of music—country and punk—meeting on common ground. Their version of Marley’s classic is stripped back, raw, and deeply human. A late‑career highlight for both men.

Dave Edmunds – ‘Girls Talk’

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7uEXJNS1llg
Written by Elvis Costello, Edmunds’ version is punchier and more polished. A perfect example of the late‑70s moment when pub rock, new wave, and power pop all overlapped.

Eurythmics – ‘Here Comes The Rain Again’ (Live)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ko8Ec7ojahU
Annie Lennox at her most commanding. The song blends synth melancholy with orchestral drama, and in live form it becomes even more atmospheric.

Led Zeppelin – ‘Immigrant Song’

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8XO9RAkURQw...
A thunderous two‑minute blast inspired by the band’s tour of Iceland. Robert Plant’s Viking‑war‑cry vocal and Jimmy Page’s relentless riffing make it one of rock’s most recognisable openers.

Natalie Merchant – ‘Which Side Are You On?’

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HcaPvCLue7g...
Merchant’s interpretation honours the song’s roots while giving it a haunting, contemporary edge. A reminder that the labour struggles of the past are never as distant as we think.

The Sabrejets – ‘Lightnin’’

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cU6x4oFDt0g...
Belfast rockabilly with bite. The Sabrejets channel the spirit of 1950s rebel music but with a modern ferocity that keeps it from ever feeling nostalgic.

The Smashing Pumpkins – ‘Tonight, Tonight’

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NOG3eus4ZSo
A sweeping, orchestral anthem from the Mellon Collie era. The strings elevate it into something cinematic, while Billy Corgan’s vocal gives it emotional weight.

The Sweet – ‘The Ballroom Blitz’

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7lTwA5xMeTM...
A glam classic born from real‑life mayhem. The Sweet turn a hostile gig into a high‑energy, tongue‑in‑cheek celebration of rock‑and‑roll chaos.

The Tourists – ‘So Good to Be Back Home Again’

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWaFcZGp-2c...
Before Eurythmics, Annie Lennox and Dave Stewart were part of The Tourists. This track is pure new‑wave sunshine—jangly guitars, bright harmonies, and a melody that sticks.

U2 – ‘With Or Without You’

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GXL2nYTNvyc
One of U2’s defining songs. Built around the then‑new Infinite Guitar, it’s a slow, atmospheric build that captures longing, tension, and release.

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Review: The Assassination of Margaret Thatcher

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The play is set in 1983, the year before the real attempt to assassinate Margaret Thatcher with the IRA’s Brighton bomb.

The plot is simple enough. Caroline, a middle aged divorced, childless black woman living in an upstairs flat in plush Windsor, lets Brendan, a young twenty-something male with a Liverpool accent into her home because she believes him to be the plumber she’d been expecting to fix her boiler. He is carrying a bag that she assumes contains his tools.

It soon emerges the bag in fact contains a rifle, and her flat had been selected because her window provides the ideal vantage point from which to shoot Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher as she leaves an engagement visiting a hospital across the road. Brendan was to await three rings of Caroline’s telephone as a signal that Thatcher was leaving the hospital, at which point he would ready himself in position to fire.

Format

The play is a two-hander between 0’ Neil as Brendan and Reynolds’ as Caroline, with them also briefly taking on some minor parts towards the end.

The stage is arranged as a studio flat, simple but nice, and suitably vintage, with a kitchen area, a small table with two chairs, a double bed, and a bathroom/toilet behind a door.

Act One features a near-continuous dialogue between the two characters, with much witty dialogue. Through this we learn all we need to know about their respective lives.

At one point, Brendan does briefly tie Caroline’s hands to prevent her escape while he uses the toilet. He also threatens to gag her and makes it clear that he prepared to use violence against her if necessary, and does use some mild violence when she tries to thwart his plan by hiding the magazine from his gun in the sugar bowl.

But it’s always clear that he doesn’t really want to do this and, although he responds to her raising the possibility of him hitting one of the nurses or doctors by mistake as they shake hands with Thatcher as merely ‘collateral damage,’ he obviously doesn’t want this to happen either. His target is Thatcher, and nobody else.

Both Brendan and Caroline are, in different ways, both very sympathetically written and portrayed.

Themes

Brendan’s motivations are revealed through his dialogue with Caroline. Though the organisation he is working for is never named, he speaks passionately of the IRA Hunger Strikers, rattling off their names when Caroline insists that, besides Bobby Sands, nobody even remembers them. But mass unemployment, which then stood at three million in the UK, and the lack of a future for young people like himself and his nine-year-old nephew are also revealed as primary motivations. The previous years Falklands War is also referenced, the sinking of the Belgrano as it was sailing away from British forces, and the sinking of HMS Sheffield in response by the Argentinians.

A sub-theme is of how the relationship between a captor and a hostage can develop into a bond. Understandably, Caroline is at first terrified at finding she has invited an armed would-be assassin into her home. But as the play develops, this bond between the two quickly grows. She takes an interest in his life, making it very clear that she is no lover of the Prime Minister herself.

The casting of a black woman as Caroline is in itself interesting, undercutting Brendan’s inverted snobbery against the sort of people who live in leafy Windsor, far away from the problems of both working class Liverpool and the ‘Troubles’ in Ireland. Brendan expresses no racism towards Caroline, but he is clearly surprised that she is able to identify a poem he quotes to her as being by Yates (which cues up a good line from Caroline about Yates believing in fairies, and thus, ‘not the ideal person to take political instruction from’). It would have been easy choice to have the character of Caroline be the sort of upper class or upper middle-class woman we imagine lives in Windsor. Making her black added an extra dimension to the story, which I assume is also the case in Mantel’s original source material.

Although she attempts to dissuade Brendan from his chosen path through verbal persuasion, as well as the physical attempt by hiding his magazine, it’s also clear that she is increasingly excited by suddenly finding herself at the centre of a potentially historic moment. When Brendan tells her that, when the time comes she can wait in the bathroom until it’s all over, she responds with, ‘No, I want to see it! I’m not missing this,’ which received probably the biggest of many laughs from the near packed theatre audience.

Another theme that is present is the question of whether individual acts of violence, no matter how justified or heroic, ever really change anything. ‘So, you kill her, they put in Willie Whitelaw or ‘On Your Bike’, and everything carries on as before.’

Tonal Shift

Brendan was resigned to his mission being a suicide mission. He had no plans to escape, and fully expected to be shot dead as soon as he exited the building after the deed had been done. But he shows openness to Caroline’s suggestion that the possibility of escape may exist through leaving her flat and entering an adjoining flat via two doors linked by a passageway, although she has never personally made this journey.

As the two leave the flat, the play takes a surrealistic turn that closes Act One and continues through most of the shorter Act Two.

Here we see the two actors play out, in increasingly rapid succession, each one punctuated by several effigies of Thatcher crashing to the floor of the stage from above, various alternative scenarios. These include, Brendan really missing his shot and hitting a surgeon rather than the Prime Minister, Brendan indeed being shot dead as he leaves the flat after a successful assassination, Brendan being visited in prison by his uncomprehending nine-year-old nephew, who has been established as the one person Brendan truly loves.  In another universe, a grown-up version of the nephew poses proudly for tourists by a Bobby Sands-style mural for his martyred uncle (it might have been better if we’d seen this mural, but this is a minor criticism).  In yet another possible world, Caroline has become something of a celebrity in the aftermath of the event, expressing her surprise at being interviewed by David Frost, and also finding herself being condemned as a ‘terrorist’ herself for her refusal to condemn Brendan. I thought there was an implied criticism of the recent proscription of a certain pro-Palestinian organisation here, especially as Caroline chants ‘Fight this law!’ at the audience.

This sudden tonal shift from the almost homely scene in the flat was disconcerting, making for feelings of shock and unease among the audience, or so it seemed to me, but it was very effective.

Finally, this bombardment of the senses is resolved and we end up back in Caroline’s flat, as the phone rings three times and the shot is fired.

Conclusion

This is a very political play, but one which offers no easy answers or moral certainties.

I won’t give away the ending, of whether or not Brendan is successful or not in his mission. I’ll simply finish by saying that this was a great play, superbly written and directed, gripping, humorous and thought provoking. Full compliments to all concerned, especially to our two actors.

After they had taken their well-deserved standing ovation, O’ Neil spoke briefly but movingly about how seeing a play a play at this theatre as a young working class kid twenty-years ago had first raised in him the possibility of, and desire to become an actor. The Everyman is a superb venue and theatre company, and has been the starting point for many great Liverpool actors, including Julie Walters, Bill Nighy, Pete Poselthwaite, Stephen Graham, Alison Steadman, David Morrissey and Ken Campbell with his legendary Science Fiction Theatre in the early 1960s (a topic which deserves its own article).

Long may it continue.

Anthony C Green, May, 2026

The play continues at the Everyman until May 23rd, and will hopefully soon be touring across the country.

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Sunny Afternoon: A Powerful Look at The Kinks’ Legacy

A dramatic scene from the musical 'Sunny Afternoon' featuring two characters in an intimate pose, with a backdrop displaying positive reviews and the title of the show.

The Edinburgh Playhouse cast grasp this completely. Danny Horn, as Ray Davies, gives a performance that feels lived‑in rather than imitated. His Ray is a man permanently negotiating with himself — the ambition, the self‑doubt, the instinct to retreat, the compulsion to create. Horn plays him with a kind of wounded intelligence, a songwriter who sees too much and feels even more. It’s a portrayal that understands the cost of being the one who writes the songs.

Oliver Hoare, as Dave Davies, is the opposite kind of energy: wild, impulsive, chaotic, charming, and occasionally unbearable — exactly as Dave should be. Hoare doesn’t soften the edges. He shows the danger and the delight of a man who lived louder than the world around him. When the two brothers clash, it feels real because it is real; the musical doesn’t pretend the band were a harmonious unit. The Kinks were brilliant because they were combustible, and this production honours that.

Harry Curley, as bassist Pete Quaife, brings a quiet, grounding presence — the conscience of the band, the one who sees the fractures forming before anyone else admits they’re there. Zakarie Stokes, as drummer Mick Avory, is the heartbeat of the show. His extended drum solo — a burst of working‑class fury and exhilaration — is one of those rare theatrical moments where the audience stops being polite and simply reacts. It’s sweat, noise, craft, and catharsis.

There’s a particular electricity when a musical arrives in Edinburgh and actually earns its ovations rather than coasting on nostalgia. Sunny Afternoon does exactly that. It’s a show built on songs everyone thinks they know, yet this production understands something essential: The Kinks’ story was never a tidy pop fairytale. It was conflict, class tension, family strain, exploitation, brilliance, and the uneasy business of becoming a national myth while still barely holding yourself together.

The musical also gives space to the people who shaped Ray’s emotional world. Lisa Wright, as Rasa Davies, plays her with warmth and understated strength. She becomes the show’s moral centre — the person who loves Ray but cannot save him from himself. Their scenes carry the ache of a marriage strained by fame, insecurity and the impossible demands placed on women in the orbit of genius. Ray’s parents, played with humour and honesty by Deryn Edwards and Ben Caplan, embody the post‑war working‑class world The Kinks emerged from — a world of ration books, hard graft and dreams that didn’t always fit the available space.

What the musical doesn’t fully tackle — and what hangs over the story whether acknowledged or not — is Ray’s long struggle with self‑destructive behaviour. The real Ray Davies has spoken openly about breakdowns, depression and periods of spiralling instability. The show mainly sidesteps this, understandably for a mainstream musical, but the omission leaves a faint outline. You sense the shadows in Horn’s performance — the fragility, the volatility — even if the script avoids complethly exploring them.

The ensemble deserve enormous credit. They slip between roles — managers, journalists, industry sharks, football fans, bureaucrats — with precision and wit. At one point they tear around the theatre draped in Union flags, celebrating England’s 1966 World Cup victory, which coincided with The Kinks’ rise. It’s chaotic, funny and pointed: a reminder of how national pride, pop culture and political identity became entangled in the 60s. The Scots audience were fairly forgiving here and singing Sunny Afternoon!

The songs, of course, are the spine of the show, but they’re never treated as museum pieces. “Dead End Street” becomes a piece of social realism — a portrait of poor housing, low wages and blocked mobility that punctures the swinging‑sixties fantasy. “Mr Pleasant” is performed with a wicked music‑hall grin, skewering middle‑class hypocrisy with the kind of satire British theatre used to excel at. And “Days”, often chosen for funerals, is delivered with a tenderness that silences the Playhouse. It’s a moment of stillness in a show full of noise and energy — a reminder of how deeply The Kinks’ music has embedded itself in the emotional lives of ordinary people.

The musical doesn’t shy away from the darker forces that shaped the band: the American Federation of Musicians ban, which kept them out of the US for four years; the legal battles with predatory early management; the sense of being outsiders in an industry built to exploit them. Ray’s line about learning more about law than music gets a laugh, but it’s a bitter one.

And then, of course, there’s “Lola.”
The moment the opening chords hit, the Playhouse transformed. People who had been politely tapping their feet were suddenly on their feet, dancing, singing, laughing — the entire theatre lifted into a shared moment of joy. It wasn’t kitsch. It was communal release. A reminder that pop music, at its best, dissolves boundaries and invites everyone into the same joyful, messy human space.

Sunny Afternoon, in this Edinburgh production, becomes more than a jukebox musical. It becomes a meditation on memory, class, family, exploitation and the strange business of becoming a legend. It celebrates The Kinks, yes — but it also interrogates the myths around them. It understands that the band were never just chroniclers of their era. They were critics of it.

And in a world still wrestling with class, identity and the stories we tell about ourselves, that feels more relevant than ever.

Reviewed by Pat Harrington

The next tour stops for Sunny Afternoon:

InTverness – Eden Court, Tue 12 May – Sat 16 May 2026,
Liverpool – Empire Theatre, Tue 19 May – Sat 23 May 2026,
Cardiff – Wales Millennium Centre, Tue 26 May – Sat 30 May 2026

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