A Sunny Day

Two blogs in a day?! What are you unwell?

Probably, but: 1) I couldn't wait to get this out there and 2) I'm avoiding starting any real work at the moment.

So basically Sundown; First Light has been on the back burner for a while but now it's back with vengeance. I've got a really talented artist involved (Rael Pastorino) who has produced some amazing work for the project. Check it out below:

It's got DARK in the Sundown world but I think that I like it even more now. It's amazing to think that when I first wrote the screenplay that I was seeing it as a western version of Pirates of the Caribean but has now morphed into something that I think is more fitting for its themes and message.

Keep on the look out for more things coming up soon on Sundown we're hoping to get something out there as early as February/March weather that be through a publisher or Kickstarter - this is going to happen!!

Reverse TV

A while ago I wrote about the idea of ‘the long sofa’ – where whilst now viewing the tele we are no longer a passive viewer, we share our experience with every other tweep in the country that has a diploma in advanced social networking or is brave enough to use a hashtag that the flickering box in the corner instructed us to. It seems though that Channel 4 have gone one further for us and now given a bunch of us the opportunity to have cameras set up in our homes to record our reactions to the TV events of the week as they happen.

Are Steph and Dom hastening the end of the world?

Gogglebox is rapidly becoming one of my favourite shows on TV. Sitting watching people watching TV sounds a little like one of the signs of the coming apocalypse, but it actually makes for some compelling viewing with the channel having found the right mixture of kookiness and character. The “stars” of the show display equal parts informative dialogue about the “issues” of the week (seeing Leon and June Bernicoff on the warpath against Cameron one week was a particular highlight, or the conservative “leaning” father on the L shaped sofa walking out on Paxman’s interview with Russell Brand uttering incantations that my own dad might mutter over the same cauldron when the “comedian” appears on screen) and comedic and tender moments where we see the friendships and relationships of those on their couches.

The show seems to be out of touch with the norm of “reality TV” with the people on screen seemingly having the discussion that will be going on up and down the country at the moment in question whether that be who is being voted off this weeks X-Factor or the dispute over the parentage of Prince Harry as his face flashes up on the news. Channel 4 are keen to stress that they wanted: “to get people who are real, not desperate to be reality TV stars” though with some of the “cast” deserving their own spin off it would be a crime if the organization didn’t look into the possibility of catapulting a few of them to fame, or at least look into a second series.

However, for the return of Gogglebox in 2014 I would like to make a request to Channel 4. Instead of showing multicultural Britain on screen in the corner reacting to a screen in the corner can they take our television to some of the more remote places in the world to see what the third world really think about the images that flash past our eyes at dinner time in one of the greatest reverse anthropological studies of our time. I think that the results would be astonishing. 

The Gadget Show

In the slums of Beijing the workers from a nearby factory learn the true value of the Ipods that they have been making for the first time. Looking down at their paycheque for the day (a bowl of rice) one stands and hurls it to the floor throwing his fist in the air with defiance demanding a workers revolution in true communist spirit. In minutes the CCP march in and turn off the camera.

X-Factor

The sob stories and “hardships” faced by the contestants don’t move the audience on the Masai-Mara to tears. Most of the children are in bed halfway through so miss their favourite act Sam Bailey as they have to be up at the crack of dawn to fetch water from the nearest well seven miles away, then go to school (fourteen miles away) and then return to the village to see if their parents have managed to kill anything for them to eat tonight. 

Made in Chelsea

Playing in the caves of Afghanistan and the tribal regions of Pakistan the structured E4 reality show has now become the new recruitment video for Al-Quead: “Look my children at the decadent West in all her glory, these ‘toffs’ arguing amongst themselves about who shall sleep with one another. It has not been the same since the Mackintosh infidel left. She is the only one to be spared on your trip to paradise.”

Newsnight

As Brand makes his assertion that voting is meaningless as Paxman sits back getting all a quiver about the ratings that this will receive and the attention that will be thrown upon his facial hair again (did you know he was the first person to invent ‘the beard’ as he is calling it?!) an elderly man in the Ural mountains lets a lone tear roll down his face. He remembers the downfall of communism when he was finally allowed his democratic right to elect his leaders and a McDonalds nearly one thousand miles away as his district turns out 101% approval ratings for Putin.

Little Miss... Bad Grampa. A review of 'Jackass Presents: Bad Grampa'

I grew up watching the Jackass crew doing things to their bodies, and each others, that equally petrified and fascinated me. Nothing it seems was off limits for the boys who regularly dared one another to do the most ludicrous things all in the name of making each other laugh. It included some of the more sensitive areas of the male anatomy that made me wince, bizarre contraptions invented solely for the reason of causing pain and going fast and putting stuff in, and then taking it out, of places that objects should never really be for an extended period of time. What was so strange though that it was oddly compelling and funny - appealing to the most basic instincts I had that make me also enjoy: UFC, eating my body weight in cheese and Michael Bay films. I cared about the cast (Johnny Knocksville, Ryan Dunn and Steveo) they seemed like well meaning guys who had found their calling, and it just happened to be falling over for my amusement.

When a wheelchair just won't do for the old man.

Ultimately the internet, and more specifically Youtube, killed off the small screen version of Jackass (and proved Darwin wrong) with an endless supply of idiots willing to do things that endanger their health on demand twenty-four hours a day and without the need to pay for cable TV. However, undeterred Jackass evolved, rolling with the times, and became Bad Grampa. It's still walking around on four legs, but at least it's out of the sea and no longer has its eyes on the side of its head but it's making an attempt to get itself upright.

In Bad Grampa 86 year-old Irving Zisman (Johnny Knocksville) is on a journey across America with the most unlikely companion, his 8 year-old Grandson Billy (Jackson Nicoll). The pair are brilliant on screen bouncing off one another like the best of buddy cops on a stake out. They have a chemistry that suggests that the pair really did get on during their little road trip, the cameras just happened to be around them and at the end they thought that they might as well cut a film out of the footage just for the hell of it. Nicoll is simply brilliant as the snotty little pre-teen who is equal amounts cheeky and charming in the right places. I predict that after returning from filming he was an absolute nightmare for his parents after being allowed to truly be a little shit for the duration of filming every day for the shoot!

Just to get this out of the way Bad Grampa is not a film. It's a series of stunts that are loosely tied together by a journey that the two are on. If you ever went into the screening hoping to see something other than a film about farting in crowded places or Knocksville falling over you're going to be disappointed, but if that is what you expected Bad Grampa delivers and then some. In another universe the film could have been a heartwarming indie comedy that would have made it big at Sundance. There are some moments when the pair are alone in the car, at the diner, or playing HORSE on a basketball court with one another where I genuinely thought that they were going to ditch the gags and let me enjoy an affectionate moment. But then someone decided that that was too much sentiment and needed another fart noise to keep things going. The one moment at the diner though had me in hysterics for some time though and the reaction from the old man sitting across from them is worth the price of admission alone.

Trying to read into the subtext of Bad Grampa a little (and if you look hard enough there is some) you are struck by just how nice people really are. No matter where they go, or even what they say to people, the general public seem to be inherently good always wanting to help what they just must see as a kooky old man and his grandson. It's not as if they are hanging around in middle class areas either, some of the places that they go look to be destitute, even a little seedy, where the threat of possible violence is very real. However, there's always a good samaritan on stand by that will either help the pair negotiate the situation they have got themselves in or resolve it for them. It also has to be said that Knocksville is fearless as Zisman, no matter where they are or who he is talking to there is never a flutter of his eyes that show he is scared. There is one bit in a bike bar, and another in a male strip club that had the potential to go south very, very rapidly but I'll leave those for you to squirm through yourself. The film leaves its final punches for the end of the film at the beauty pageant that must have been set up for the film itself delivering a damming verdict of American parenting with clever cut aways at the right time. 

It should have made me more angry than it did that the road trip storyline is basically a rip off of one of my favourite films Little Miss Sunshine but at the end I was willing to accept Bad Grampa for what it is - a great film to watch with friends that everyone doesn't take too seriously. Its also proved to me again that Knocksville has this built in charm that he's unable to switch off and I hope that he gets more serious acting work in the future. I can see him playing a very good 'Bottom' in Mid Summer Nights Dream. Your move RSC.