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Tonight's TV
Sunday, October 23rd, 2005 11:38 pmJericho, eh? Two episodes in and I have to say that I am quite enjoying it. I have no idea if 1950s London was anything like that, but it feels right.
Robert Lindsay has come a long way since Wolfie Smith, and is well on his way in the succession for Britain's best loved (TV) actor in due course. That position is of course currently held, from all accounts, by David Jason, who inherited it from the late John Thaw. What it must be, to be a National Treasure-in-Waiting. Of course, with the death, a couple of years back, of the Queen Mum, there's less competition than there used to be. Still, aged a youthful 51, Robert Lindsay has plenty of time to grow into the role.
I am impressed by the amount of smoking that goes on in Jericho. I know it's accurate for the period, but it's a sign of how things have moved on, that the smoking is actually noticeable - actually, it's in your face. I'm sure that people smoked all the time in the TV programmes of the 50s, 60s and probably the early 70s, and no-one remarked upon it because that's what people did. And to be honest, I haven't really noticed people not smoking in programmes over the past thirty years or so. There has just been a gradual shift, I suppose, but it is funny how it now stands out so starkly.
The other funny thing is the difference in procedures etc as portrayed for the 1950s. You sit and watch and cringe, thinking that's harassment, or where's the lawyer, or search warrant etc. Didn't need them in those days. Need a confession? Couple of burly PCs in a closed cell with the suspect, no problem.
And yet, somehow, they're still the good guys.
I hope that by the end of next week's episode, I'll have worked out how to keep all the information in my head so that I am in with a reasonable chance of working out whodunnit at least a few minutes before Jericho himself.
Robert Lindsay has come a long way since Wolfie Smith, and is well on his way in the succession for Britain's best loved (TV) actor in due course. That position is of course currently held, from all accounts, by David Jason, who inherited it from the late John Thaw. What it must be, to be a National Treasure-in-Waiting. Of course, with the death, a couple of years back, of the Queen Mum, there's less competition than there used to be. Still, aged a youthful 51, Robert Lindsay has plenty of time to grow into the role.
I am impressed by the amount of smoking that goes on in Jericho. I know it's accurate for the period, but it's a sign of how things have moved on, that the smoking is actually noticeable - actually, it's in your face. I'm sure that people smoked all the time in the TV programmes of the 50s, 60s and probably the early 70s, and no-one remarked upon it because that's what people did. And to be honest, I haven't really noticed people not smoking in programmes over the past thirty years or so. There has just been a gradual shift, I suppose, but it is funny how it now stands out so starkly.
The other funny thing is the difference in procedures etc as portrayed for the 1950s. You sit and watch and cringe, thinking that's harassment, or where's the lawyer, or search warrant etc. Didn't need them in those days. Need a confession? Couple of burly PCs in a closed cell with the suspect, no problem.
And yet, somehow, they're still the good guys.
I hope that by the end of next week's episode, I'll have worked out how to keep all the information in my head so that I am in with a reasonable chance of working out whodunnit at least a few minutes before Jericho himself.
