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Sunday, 28 March 2021

Catweazle: Season 1, Episode 11- The Flying Broomsticks

"I shall not be so easily gulled by false magic!"

This episode is pretty much a farce, as they all are, but it's above the usual standard. We even get some minor arc progression as Catweazle finally exhausts Rapkyn's spell book. Never mind the fact that Sam starts out back in Geirge's employ again, as though nothing at all had happened between them.

This time the foil is a new police sergeant, a city boy who knows not of country ways. So, when he ses broomsticks being nicked and burned (Catweazle's doing, of course), he assumes some kind of satanic ceremony. And a series of comical misunderstandings puts Sam in potential trouble although his only actual offence is to be late renewing his car insurance.

The farce is well done, and the ending is both funnier and goes further than expected. There's even a nice little subtext in how the town copper is too quick to stereotype country people. Nevertheless, even a good episode of this is not quite enough to make me anything other than relieved there are only two episodes to go.

Monday, 14 September 2015

A Hard Day's Night (1964)

"What would you call that hairstyle you're wearing?"

"Arthur."

At long last I get to see this film; I've no idea why I hadn't seen it before. It's great, of course; it has no it as such but it has laughs, great dialogue, plenty of great Beatles tracks including the classic title track, and the superb comic performances of all four Beatles themselves, none of whom are trained actors. And all this at a time when they were insanely busy.

Wilfrid Brambell is also great as Paul's discreetly gay Irish "grandfather", and George gets a great scene where he puts the boot into the fashion industry. It's not just the Beatles themselves who date the film; you can tell the film was made at the tail end of the satire boom, and there are lots of little digs at the class system to echo John's quip about the rich people rattling their jewellery at the Royal Variety Performance.

As the film ends, with absolutely nothing having happened, you're left with a nostalgic smile on your face. I love this film.