![]() ![]() ![]() Quiet girls spoke of having their confidence boosted by the carnal compliments of online strangers, women of having private photos and videos disseminated by their partners without their knowledge or consent. And clinics are busy dealing with sexually transmitted infections as a result. So although it can be a force for good, more often it facilitates the exploitation of the vulnerable by the strong and of the naive by the knowing. The internet, alas, is just like life, only more so. It was presented by 22-year-old Nathalie Emmanuel, who had a nice line in appalled but diplomatic questioning, and the answer seems to be: plenty. Too little information was not a complaint that could be levelled at Websex: What's the Harm? (BBC3), an investigation into how the internet is affecting young people's sexual activity. But this may well be simply the above-average ignorance talking. I could have done with more narration overlaying and underlining what we were seeing – there was so clearly such knowledge and expertise at work in the construction that I wanted to hear as well as see more of it. Who, after all, could not listen for ever to John Mills describe being directed by David Lean or Lean talk about directing Alec Guinness or the writers of the 60s BBC teatime serial adaptations on the perils of live broadcasts. The footage was absorbing, not just of the films themselves but of the masters of the various arts behind them. This was stuffed to the gills with archive footage of more than a century's worth of the novels' translations to screen and examined whether there is, as director Sergei Eisenstein once contended, an essentially filmic quality to the man's work that makes him such a lure to writers, directors and actors. It's so, so good.Īs if that were not enough fun for one evening, Arena followed it up with a wonderful documentary, Dickens on Film (BBC4), written by Michael Eaton. Rhys made you feel every throb of his suffering, from the beaten-down ambition in his breast to his bloody great boner for Rosa.Īll the pieces are now in play, murder has been done and the rest unfolds tomorrow night. Rory Kinnear as the Reverend Crisparkle did nothing but make goodness interesting, which of course is everything.īut the dark, brooding heart of the story was Matthew Rhys as John Jasper – choirmaster of Cloisterham's cathedral, uncle of Edwin and leader of a life as regular as the rhythm of his metronome, save for the visits to the opium den and the helplessly lust-filled, hopelessly frustrated passion for his nephew's fiancee. Sacha Dhawan and Amber Rose Revah, playing twins Neville and Helena Landless, shone as the clear-eyed strangers seeing everything except Neville's coming nightmare. Tamzin Merchant as his luminously beautiful but otherwise entirely unfortunate betrothed, Rosa Bud, was just as good – young and spirited but vulnerable still, so you felt the less melodramatic dangers she faced, hemmed in by unsuitable suitors on all sides, almost more acutely than Drood's. ![]() ![]() Freddie Fox played the insufferable gilded youth Edwin Drood to such perfection that the eponymous mystery first promised to be why no one had offed the little shit long before now. ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |