Hello everybody, and welcome to my TV reviews. In this blog-type weekly thing, I will look at the highlights and lowlights of my TV week. Anyway, nowadays television seems to be obsessed with working class binge drinkers. You have constant streams of Booze Britain on Bravo and it's brother channels Bravo 2 and FTN, both of which have about as much appeal as an oil slick in a nature reserve. It's now decided to sneak onto terrestrial, somehow, in The Seven Sins of England, on Channel 4 at 10pm on the 8th of May.
Directed by Joseph Bullman, the programme looked at the current national evils that the Ruling Asses want to curb, the infamous anti-social behaviour. When I took a look at it in my TV guide, I assumed it to be a moan by some rent-a-rant Z-list celebrity or social commentator who would normally frequent the opening of an envelope. It's true, the Disunited Kingdom is the moaning capital of the Earth. Watch Watchdog. Instead, we got something completely different.
A man appearing to be able to drink the entire supply of a reservoir, and whose hangovers are probably as painful as Gillian McKeith's singing, delivering a buch of quotes by seventeenth century commentators? Inspired. Although, one does wonder at how, while he knocks back enough shots to fill a Damien Hirst fishtank, he manages to deliver the quotes so impeccably.
A young woman, walking around a shopping centre (I refuse to say the word 'mall'), talking about consumerism. As she talks about her historical soundbites, she manages to pull on a bikini, make light small talk with a shop assistant and promenade along with shopping bags. Admittedly, the bikini suited her.
How did they pull it off?
Turns out they decided to get these 'recorded as unrehearsed' superstars in front of a drama coach at RADA. However, it did really look like alcohol the man was knocking back. How did he keep a straight face?
Bloody telly.
