Stranger Things: Season 5, Chapter 1- The Crawl

 "What is it about your presence that brings out your inner Neanderthal?"

I've missed Stranger Things... but then it's been three sodding years and, personally, soooo much life has happened since then.

No denying it, though: this is wonderful stuff, a strong and very fun first episode, letting all the characters breathe and remind us why we adore them so. It's November 1987, about a year later, Hawkins is rebuilding, quarantined, with a strong military presence investigating the Upside Down... and the doctor in charge of all this is played by Linda Hamilton, for once not playing Sarah Connor, in a bit of truly '80s-tastic casting.

The opening sequence, taking us back to the events of Will's disappearance, looks incredible and, yes, cinematic, meaning incredibly expensive. Most of the episode consists of the gang, a well-oiled machine at this point, at first planning and then executing their latest "crawl". It's gripping viewing and... yes, those last few scenes are cinematic, meaning incredibly expensive.

And... yeah. This is all awesome, but the flip side of this is that it's the perfect illustration of how the streaming model is just not sustainable. Television can't always look like blockbuster cinema, with the same production values, it can't always have such a low episode count per season and, yes, three years between seasons is far too damn long- one can't exactly criticise them for aging at a rate of one year per annum, but the "kids" all look about thirty-seven years old. And yet... can we put the genie back in the bottle? Will the public ever accept "normal" television production values ever again?

Such matters aside, though, this is amazing. There's upset- Dustin is such a good friend, always washing the graffiti off Eddie's grave, but he seems in very serious trouble from those vile bullies. I hope they get their comeuppance and, indeed, that Eddie's reputation is redeemed. Hopper's care for El is touching. And, most of all, Robin is the best DJ ever. And that cliffhanger...

More please?

Batman: The Animated Series- Paging The Crime Doctor

 "I thought I told you to take the day off..."

This is one of the finest episodes yet- perhaps the best.

Yes, it's a little contrived that Rupert Thorne should have a brother, Matt, whose medical career he has ruined but was an old med school friend of Lesley Thompkins and Thomas Wayne. But this nice little tale of moral ambiguity and dilemmas, and ultimately of redemption, is rich and deeply fulfilling. Even better is the final scene, with Bruce wanting nothing from Matt Thorne in return for funding his defence other than to "Tell me about my father".

Oh, there are loads of good episodes with the traditional rogues' gallery, and so they should be. Our favourite baddies are important. But the animated series really does have an added level of depth with mob characters like Rupert Thorne, and the likes of Lesley Thompkins who humanise Bruce Wayne. The relationship between those two is rather lovely.

I'm amazed how I suddenly seem to be quite far in to The Animated Series, and how little there is left to watch. Yet it is, by this point, pretty much a fully matured and impressive take on the character and the world. And episodes like this really highlight just how good it can be.

Gen V: H Is for Human

 "Well, you kind of get used to the public nudity stuff..."

I only know of Olivia Rodrigo from Little Miss Llamastrangler, but damn, this middle aged rocker has to admit that the song they play at the start is daaaaamn good, a bit heavy with good vocals and some good, old-fashioned teenage angst.

The worldbuilding continues to be great here, in all sorts of subtle ways. The insidious "Avenue V" kids programme, indeed best enjoyed via the medium of weed. The poor young human lady working at the coffee bar, subjected to constant abuse and trauma because of the flyers put there by unthinking Starlighters who, ironically, haven't stopped to check their supe privilege. And, of course, the decision to hush up the real perpetrators of the attack on Cate.

But the character stuff continues to be great, too. Cate's realisation that, if her powers don't come back, she's finished. Sam having to actually have his terrible deeds on his conscience now that Cate can no longer just take the bad memories away.

Then we have Marie realising from an "Aunt" (I recognise the actress from Dexter!) that she was conceived in a Vought fertility clinic... and delivered by none other than Cipher. But also, quite rightly, calling out her aunt that she didn't "massacre" her parents, just had her first period, with no agency or control over what would happen, and that she's blameless. A subtle dig there at the Neanderthals who see periods as "unclean"?

So much going on. But the ending, with Jordan telling Marie that they love her back, and then... that ending. Wow... this is how you keep an arc going. Excellent stuff.

Update

 Bear with me- I do realise I’m not blogging quite as often at the moment. This is because of a gradually worsening health condition which, thankfully, should be dealt with by surgery in the New Year.

But I haven’t stopped blogging any of my usual stuff, fear not. There just won’t quite be the same frequency.

The Apprentice (2024)

"Have you no decency?"

"Oh, I've heard that before..."

The more my thoughts dwell on this film, the more I come to appreciate it. It is, I suppose, a tale of two monsters- ultra-reactionary, homophobic, gay, anti-Semitic, Jewish, sadistic, loyal, charismatic fixer Roy Cohn and the utterly amoral Donald Trump. It isn't quite the making of a monster- we only really hint at the sheer nightmarishness of having Fred Trump as a father- but Cohn was, shall we say, a bad influence on the boy. As for Cohn's own demons, well...

Ali Abbasi does a superb job of evoking the New York of the 1970s and '80s, with the fashions, soundtrack and mores truly evoking a time that is longer ago than some of us like to imagine. From the exclusive New York clubs to the cocaine-fuelled orgies to the emergence of AIDS... it was a different time.

Sebastian Stan is perfect as Trump, inhabiting the entitled, soulless, empty man without crossing the line into doing an impression. He showcases the charm and charisma, but also makes it clear what a truly horrible orange monster the boy was and is. That scene with poor Ivana is truly horrific. Alas, if only she'd stayed with her boyfriend.

Yet the film truly belongs to Jeremy Strong, who truly inhabits both the mannerisms and the deep darkness of Roy Cohn, a truly evil man who, uniquely among the many tragic victims of AIDS, deserves no sympathy. We follow the power balance between these two men, Cohn as alpha male and mentor and Trump as supplicant at first... until the orange monster, having learned what he needs, has no further time for this pathetic, weak old man, happily claiming credit for Cohn's methods as his own.

That final, tragic, birthday party for a very frail Cohn, though... remind you of anyone?

Batman: The Animated Series- Mudslide

 "It seems that Clayface is losing his integrity."

"I wasn't aware that he had any to begin with."

So that's the end of Clayface? I may be wrong, but it's surprising. The character doesn't seem to have appeared much.

I have to say this episode, while structurally seeming to be well constructed (unlike Clayface himself!), doesn't quite work for me. Stella is quite sympathetic, yes, but she's just the trope of the girl who falls in love with a bad boy. And Hagen... well, he isn't sympathetic at all. Indeed, the moment where he smashes the telly even gives domestic violence vibes. So a tragic ending for him isn't going to work.

Still, the concept of his having to steal in order to fund the expensive business of staying alive sort of works, there are some good set pieces, and there's a sort of nice mini-mystery about Stella's identity. But the whole thing doesn't quite work, basically because it just doesn't really generate any pathos. 

And Batman sabotaging Clayface's cure... why? The stolen stuff is a sunk cost by then, anyway, and it's just plain immoral. Not only do we not have much sympathy for Clayface, but Batman himself is certainly no hero here.

A rare misfire.

Des: Episode 3

 "I could never have stopped..."

And it ends with a highly dramatic and entertaining courtroom drama, with twists and turns throughout until we reach the relief of the guilty verdict, a majority (but not all) of the jury rejecting Nielsen's claims of diminished responsibility.

Yet there's more to it that that. This is a deeply ethical episode of television that focuses heavily on the suffering of the victims, and those who mourn them. Neither we nor Peter Jay can fault the anger of the widow who's ex is not getting justice. Then there's Carl, a deeply traumatised survivor, who endures vile homophobic abuse not only outside the court but inside the witness box.

Also, though, it becomes disturbingly clear how Nilsen is controlling the whole narrative, despite the outcome, everything proceeding on his terms, including his acceptance of the verdict. And it's satisfying to see Brian Masters not only come to realise this, but to assert control in how he frames his biography, firmly stating that it's not about Nilsen's ego, but a "warning".

Nilsen may be charming when he wants to be, he may be unassuming. He may quote Cervantes. But he's also a deeply controlling monster who destroyed lives and caused untold suffering. This drama, and this final episode, examine this superbly and tastefully.

And, yet again, David Tennant is magnificent.

Dexter: Dex, Lies and Videotape

 "What step was that?"

"The naughty one!"

So... Dexter gets away with deleting the marina footage by the old fire alarm trick. Easy... and, perhaps, a bit of a cheat, given the weight put on this at the end of last episode. But not all problems are so easily solved. Doakes is getting very persistent in his suspicions now. Dexter can deal with this by partly confiding in LaGuerta, of course. And she has reasons to be concerned about Doakes' obsessiveness... and yes, it's confirmed: they're exes, with a past. Quite the conflict of interest in her being his boss, then.

I suspect Doakes will, in the long run, keep being persistent, and it won't end well for him. But, yet again, we ought to remember: he's right. And he may be the antagonist but he's not the bad guy. Dexter is.

And Dexter has another problem now: a vengeful ex-mother-in-law. Choosing the somewhat wild femme fatale Lila over decent, dependable Rita is certainly most unwise of him, to say nothing of the morality. He's been emotionally cheating on her for a while, confiding things to Lila and not to Rita. And now, after Rita gets the wrong end of the stick, he actually does literally cheat on her... and admit it. Wow.

Lila bonds with him much better. He can be a closer approximation of his true self with her. But... I'm full of foreboding.

We have more bonding between Deb and Lundy, who seems to be morphing into something of a father figure. And it's being made teasingly ambiguous that he may suspect Dexter. I suspect they'll string this out for quite a while.

Oh, and then there's the copycat killer, played by Monroe from Grimm. Dexter protests rather too much when he insists that his murders are "principled" and this man's are not. It's becoming increasingly emphasises that even Harry didn't actually have a "code", much less Dexter. But scenes like this are deliciously revealing.

Another excellent episode, with some cleverly nuanced scripting. And it's the perfect balance between having us accept Dexter as the protagonist while always reminding us that, if this show has a hero, it's certainly not him.

Skyfall (2012)

 "You were expecting an exploding pen?"

And so here we reach unexplored territory for me- until yesterday, I hadn't seen any James Bond films since Quantum of Solace because... well, you know. But this, the very next film, is an absolutely superb return to form, and I'm not only talking about the brilliant theme song.

One of the things you tend to notice at the start of a film, before you get "used" to it, is the artiness of the direction, the composition of the shots, the camera angles, that sort of thing. And yes, Sam Mendes shoots this film very creatively. And yet at no point does he forget that he's shooting an action film. The set pieces, the action sequences, they're particularly magnificent in this film and that's down to Mendes.

The script is superb too, though. This is a Bond who's getting older, past his peak, but determined to keep going. We have a new Q, more of a computer whiz than a purveyor of gadgets- nice idea, but let's see how long that lasts. This is M's swansong, of course, with Judi Dench doing a bloody good death scene and Ralph Fiennes taking over as the new M to whose name, shockingly, we are actually made privy.

Oh yes, and there's Eve. I like the reveal about her at the end... and it's a new spin on the character to have her be a former field agent. Even the villain has motives that are closer to home. Indeed, while this is in some ways a typical Bond film on the surface, with big action sequences in Istanbul and Shanghai, it's fundamentally more about character, with the climax being a siege in Bond's rather posh childhood home. And yet, still, it never forgets that it's an action film.

This is the best Bond film in a very long time.

Batman: The Animated Series- The Man Who Killed Batman

 "Without Batman, crime has no punchline."

We begin with rain, with night-time darkness, with interesting camera angles giving a very noir feel, matching the '40s fashions and cars for which the Animated Series is known. And a small time crook, one Sidney Debris, face drawn in that slightly cartoonish way of which the Animated series can be fond, seems to have killed Batman, in circumstances which he relates to Rupert Thorne, and to us.

This is one op those episodes that are "Batman-lite", and are told from a specific perspective. Such episodes are often among the best, and this is certainly no exception.

Debris, except in his head, is a hopeless loser. Set up to take the fall, he accidentally seems to kill Batman, but the fame proves too much for this mouse of a man. Violence, suspicion, a dangerous encounter with a fascinating nuanced and unstable Joker (by this point the character of the Joker, and his rapport with Harley Quinn, is very interesting), all drives him to desperately seek help from Thorne.

And here we have the two clever twists that really make the episode: Thorne doesn't believe him, thinking him a dangerous rival and, less surprisingly, Batman is not in fact dead (interestingly, not only Montoya but also Bullock must presumably have been in on it) but using Debris as a reward to get to Thorne. It's all delightfully clever, and the ending- Debris finding respect as a big man in prison- is perfect.

As is, perhaps, the episode itself.

Des: Episode 2

 "Death gives no refunds..."

Yes, I know, I don't usually blog the same programme on consecutive days, but this time I have, so nyeeer. Something different next time, though, I promise!

Another superb bit of telly here, and another superlative performance from David Tennant, adding further layers. Dennis Nilsen is still the paradoxical monster with principles from last episode, yet this time he's more sinister and controlling... indeed, a very controlling man, co-operating (or not) on his own terms. It was he who complained about his drains in the first place, wanting to be caught: he's been trying to curate the whole thing. And then the curveball at the end, as the trial begins and he unexpectedly tries to plead not guilty.

Yet at the same time he's... well, DI Peter Jay describes him to the press as "unassuming". And this is nevertheless a man who loves his dog. Brian Masters uncovers certain things about Nilsen's past for his book (a real book, which no doubt garnered many extra sales from this series), but quite rightly resists the urge to draw conclusions. And Masters' own motives eventually become clear: the definitive book on Nilsen's crimes must come from within the gay community in such deeply homophobic times.

The other cause of conflict here is Peter's desire to identify all fifteen victims and the reality that the police are a public service like any other and must justify their costs. With six victims identified... six murders will put Nilsen behind bars forever. It's the right decision, awful though it is, to end the investigation there. But, after they identify a seventh victim too late to prosecute, we see the human cost as Peter has to explain this to the devastated widow. This series refuses to glamorise the killer and puts the victims first, always.

If anything, this episode is even better than the first. Very impressive indeed.

Des: Episode 1

 "How didn't we know?"

The first thing to say about this dramatisation of the investigation into the appalling crimes of Dennis Nilsen is that David Tennant is utterly spellbinding as this calm, seemingly ordinary and unassuming, polite and even cultured man who committed fifteen violent murders. The character is, of course, fascinating- a disarmingly articulate, thoughtful monster, by no means without compassion for his victims ("This bloody government does nothing for them"), with an integrity of sorts and determined to assist the police in unearthing the truth as well as he can, even to the point of dismissing his solicitor. And yet... a monster.

Yet also at fault is the harsh, uncaring nature of London in the early 1980s. Far from its roads being paved with gold, it sucks in the young and vulnerable, exploits and abuses them... to the point where fifteen young men can disappear and not be missed.

Also interesting is DI Peter Jay (it annoys me that the programme has journalists address him as "detective" rather than "inspector", which didn't and doesn't happen in the UK, especially as the attention to detail seems very good), a very human copper whose wife won't let him see his kids seemingly for no good reason. And then there's Jason Watkins' interesting Brian Masters, who seems not only fascinated by this young serial killer but determined to understand him.

A promising start, then, very wisely showing everything from the point of view of the investigation. Yet the moment that lingers in the mind is one of deep humanity, as Stephen Sinclair's parents learn the unthinkable truth of what happened to their son. And that's this episode's big strength- that focus on humanity over sensationalism.

Dexter: The Dark Defender

 "Should we call the Super Friends for help?"

So... that was an actual armadillo. Wow! Very strange for this Brit to think of one of those as a creature that might find its way into one's home. A hedgehog it is not.

Anyway, basically another top episode, and as ever it's a fascinating one in terms of where this is all going.

Dexter likes a queue.... yeah, that fits. But we also have an interesting sibling chat: Deb really has it in for the "Bay Harbour Butcher". But others (naturally occurring overheard vox pops) approve of him, probably hangers and floggers and people who loved Chuck Dixon's run on The Punisher. But it's an interesting binary, the divided attitudes.

And then we get a murder in a comic shop, as Sophie Ellis-Bextor didn't quite sing. And this riffs on that very contrast- is Dexter the "Dark Defender", a kind of Shadow/Mr A figure straight from pulp fiction or the Objectivism-addled mind of Steve Ditko, or is he just the "Bay Harbour Butcher", a common or garden serial killer?

There are other sub-plots. LaGuerta and Doakes are having a bit of an arc, with her very much concerned about his developing habit of shooting people, and... is it implied that they used to be a couple? Then there's deb's trust issues with Gabriel, and her interesting dynamic with her eccentric widower of a boss.

But really, as was always going to happen, this is about Dexter, and his flashback to his mum's murder opens a couple of cans of squirming invertebrates. Firstly... Harry not only slept with his mum but used her as bait and got her killed! If even Harry is deeply flawed, can there be any stability in Dexter's world. And he confides not in Rita, but Lila, who understands him more... and is as abnormal as he is. And so she is involved in his need to confront the surviving killer and get "closure".

I'm sure there will be consequences in the aftermath of said confrontation... not least in him getting closer to Lila. Especially after her confession to, effectively, murder by arson, but of someone bad in the same way as Dexter's victims. So suddenly these two have even more in common... but Lila is dangerous. She's chaos. Calling it now: she's going to die. But not before she and Dexter break poor Rita's heart.

Poor Rita. All the loyalty she's showing, sticking up for Dexter with her mum... by the rules of television drama, she's going to end up sooo heartbroken.

And that ending... oh dear. Another utterly gripping episode.

Gen V: Justice Never Forgets

"Today, as you are inducted into our sacred brotherhood, our legacy, it would do you well to remember our three trinities: wisdom, honour and dignity. Now take off your pants."

A confession: it's taken me until the second episode of Season Two to work out that "Gen V" is a semi-pun, supposed to rhyme with "Gen Z", as my British brain thinks "Gen Zed" and not "Gen Zee". But I get it now...

Anyway, another top episode. Lots happens, of course, but the worldbuilding is superb, as ever, gloriously skewering MAGA with aplomb as the orange fascist runs amok in the real world. Firecracker's broadcast about Cate is chilling, but not as much as Modesty Monarch, a "trad supe." Brr. And all that Nazi and Klan stuff in the secret room within the archive... this is dark, but that's what MAGA is. And then there's Emma telling Marie, truthfully, that going back to uni and being very, very visible is her only real defence against being disappeared by some supe version of ICE.

We get revelations about Andre, who seemingly suffered from the same condition as his father, hence his death. We have a lovely scene with Marie and Jordan reconciling, mourning, forgiving and reconnecting... literally, and heartwarmingly. We get the Rememberer, a great little character. We get another reminder of how those American frat societies are creepy, weird and deeply, deeply wrong. We get the Deep spouting Lost Cause bollocks.

There are lots of little nuances and, yeah, a bit reveal at the end. But mostly it's the mood, the world, the grim humour and, most of all, the characters.

So what exactly is this with Marie...?

Silver Blaze

"That was the curious incident..."

This thirty minute curiosity is a one-off, produced in November 1977 under the auspices of an anthology programme, The Sunday Drama. It's an adaptation of what, I believe, is considered to be one of the more cleverly plotted of Conan Doyle's short stories featuring Sherlock Holmes.

I won't discuss the plot here- either it will be familiar to you, or I'll risk spoilers. I'll confine myself to saying that this is a very faithful, straightforward version, and very well done indeed, with some nice visual touches- the exposition at the start is done with an admirable economy, in particular. It's an excellent version of the tale.

Thorley Walters is a perfectly good Watson, if a little traditional. But the real standout is Christopher Plummer as Holmes. I've seen his only other attempt at the role, in the slightly later film Murder by Decree. But, unlike that film, this is a faithfully and straightforwardly written version of the character, and allows Plummer to show what he can truly do with the part. He doesn't disappoint, showing us a playful yet focused Holmes.

I had to roll my eyes at the predictable pipe and deerstalker, but I enjoyed this little curiosity very much.

Batman: The Animated Series- Off Balance

 "As you said, detective... this is not over!"

This is a magnificent episode. An exciting story, a clever twist, Helen Slater (Supergirl herself!) and a nod to the fact that Gotham City is a kind of fictional knock-off of New York City by featuring a knock-off Statue of Liberty in the opening set piece... this one has it all. 

The conceit is delicious- a kind of criminal cult called the Society of Shadows, with eyes everywhere, which kills anyone who spills its secrets and whose agents use a mind-erasing drug when captured. Already this is intriguing. But they are led by a chap called Vertigo, whose powers induce a particularly trippy version of just that, combined with a penchant for set piece booby traps. And naturally this shadowy organisation is after Wayne Enterprises' latest MacGuffin.

Even more intriguing, though, is a lady of ambiguous loyalties who eventually saves Batman, healing him, and seeing who he is beneath the mask, apparently a friend... but then she gives her name: Talia. And yeah, at that point I knew.

It was still enormous fun to see how the episode ending, though, with Talia proving to be loyal neither to the law nor to Vertigo... but to her father, Ra's al Ghul. About bloody time...

And I love the fact that the title is a pun.

Animal Crackers (1930)

 "Well, not all the jokes can be good. You have to expect that once in a while."

After forty-eight years on the planet, most of them having a vague idea of the Marx brothers, especially Grouch, I've finally seen one of their films and... I liked it.

That said, it's a strange beast for one experiencing the Marx Brothers for the first time, ninety-five years on. Apparently this is adapted from a hit Broadway play and, well, it shows. The film is also a semi-musical with some of the musical numbers not being comedic at all, which gives it a feel, to this Brit, of semi-variety or music hall.

I have to say that, of the four brothers, Groucho stands out hugely for me, with his gloriously absurd and vaguely cynical one liners. Harpo's physical comedy is, perhaps, not for me. Yet I adored the overall absurd plot, such as there is one, with the famous explorer and the absurd farce surrounding a valuable painting.

Interestingly, the verbal humour, contemporary references aside, hasn't really dated. And the fact that it hasn't, as well as the occasional pre-code risqué line, helps to bridge the cultural gap between now and then. Yet this is an age where there's still a social "season", there's a casual reference to "Abyssinia", and some of the musical numbers feel as though they might be there to show off the fact that sound is now normal for cinema, but it's still very new... hence, perhaps, the need to film a stage play so it's easier for the sound recording.

Old though this may be, fascinatingly so in places, the humour nonetheless feels very modern and the film is genuinely very funny. Well worth a watch.