Friday, 31 August 2012


Here at wellyousaythat© a new chapter has begun. The job outside of the blog ended last night after a great number of years. Redundancy closed the door yesterday on my glittering career, which is actually good news for you the humble reader, as it means that I shall be taking this writing lark to another place.
I will endeavour to improve the output of wellyousaythat© and give you a bit more meat on the bone as it were. Writing this blog is a pleasure and, despite the vagaries of the real world,  I try to keep putting stuff out there. I'm constantly amazed that people actually listen to what I have to say and am always grateful for comments; good, bad or indifferent.
Producing a blog is a bit of a slog at times but I have been inspired by Weaverman
(Who I had the great pleasure of meeting) and
Cerpts both of whom write splendid blogs full of wit and intelligence.

So here's to the future of an even better wellyousaythat©. I'm here "if you want my opinion" 

Wednesday, 29 August 2012

POP YOU LIKE-"Labrinth come in"

Music that young people like, good pop music that young people like, has to be a bit of a racket, it has to be a bit “turn that noise down!” Certainly when I was younger T Rex, Bowie, The Sex Pistols, Joy Divison and many more were frowned upon by people who where then the age I am now, but that’s music for you.

Earthquake by Labrinth is most probably aimed at seventeen-twenty five year olds but that’s not a problem; its an exciting record (yes I know its not a piece of 7” vinyl but you know what I mean). And there’s the rub. A good record is a good record. I’m not talking about song writing or performance I’m talking about the 3 minute pop record. Earthquake is a record that is of the moment and infectious therefore its great pop music in my humble. 

Regular readers may find this choice a bit unusual, given the flash accouterments of those involved but when you think about it pop music doesn’t need to be rationalised or pontificated over, it just has to grab your lugholes. This one does.

Tuesday, 28 August 2012


Pretty much sums up today



Richard Ayoade in Nathan Barley

Channel 4 has had a major influence on British comedy in its 30 year life therefore a run down of their top 30 comedy shows was interesting viewing. The number one spot went to Father Ted; Im probably in the minority but this is a show that I am mystified by its popularity. Also highly placed was the dire IT Crowd; a sit come of ITV 1970s standard.
Nathan Barley

What was surprising was the omission of a number of excellent shows. Nathan Barley; Brooker and Morris' dissection of trendy Hoxton types, Jam; surreal and innovative, My new best friend; taking hidden camera TV to new heights and Pete versus Life; Rafe Spall plays classic lead character in a classic situation led comedy.

My New Best Friend

Pete Versus Life
On balance though, Channel 4 has been responsible for some splendid comedy and for that they should be applauded. 


Saturday, 25 August 2012


TK Carter & Khandi Alexander
The Corner; the Six part HBO mini-series set in Baltimore and based on real life experiences over  the period of a year is a forerunner to The Wire. Broadcast in the mid nineties It features many of the creative team and actors that went on to acclaim in the superlative five season triumph that took Baltimore's story further; without The Corner there would have been no Wire.
Given its financial constraints it manages to overcome some of the production issues with excellent performances from its ensemble cast. The story of a family and how drugs effect both them and the community is told with a great deal of subtlety and it is to be admired for its unflinching portrayal of the lives of 'dope fiends'  It's essential viewing for Wire aficionados and lovers of quality TV Drama alike.

Friday, 24 August 2012

Wednesday, 22 August 2012


Watch Spaced on 4OD

Given that the geek have inherited the earth it is perhaps apt that I look at Channel 4s sitcom Spaced. A superb two series show written by and starring Simon Peggy and Jessica Hynes as Tim Bisley and Daisy Steiner Spaced was full to bursting with pop culture reference and in particular cinematic homage in almost every frame. Rich in detail with a great set of characters Spaced was prime British sitcom. Brian the intense artist, Twist his weird on/off girlfriend, Marsha the alcoholic landlady and Tim's best friend Mike make up the 'family' of Spaced and their exploits are both surreal & mundane and very funny.

...lots of guns
Tim: You can't dangle the bogus carrot of possible reconciliation in front of me whilst riding some other donkey
Tim: What is this? This is rubbish! We should be listening to firm young melodies, kicking tunes, thumping bass! God I sound so stupid!
Tim: You know when you said it went well? Well, when you said well, did you mean shite?
Tim: [On Resident Evil] It's a subtle blend of lateral thinking and extreme violence.
Brian: What, like "It's A Knock Out"?
 Tim: So what happened last night then?
Daisy: Well we went to see an interesting piece of contemporary theatre, drank an enormous amount of free wine, ate our body-weight in Twiglets and you punched an artist in the face.
Tim: Shit, I'm not supposed to eat Twiglets
Daisy: Why not?
Tim: They make me violent
Daisy: How can you not like him? He's so cute. Aw...
Tim: Yeah, that's how it all starts, with oohs and ahs, but later there's barking and biting! He's a ticking timebomb of death, Daisy. You give him all the love in the world and spend years of your life doting on his little furry head, and then one day you get back from aerobics and there he is, panting over the half eaten remains of some hapless handyman you left fixing the tumble dryer.
Daisy: We don't have a tumble dryer.
 Mike: In 1994 while on weekend manoeuvres in France, I commandeered a Chieftain tank without the permission of my immediate superiors. I then attempted to invade Paris. However, en route I stopped off at Disneyland Paris, or Eurodisney as it was then called, and was subsequently apprehended on Space Mountain
Tim: I just had a moment of clarity, you know, I woke up. It's like... you know when you have an orgasm on your own? [Daisy looks increasingly disgusted and uncertain during the following:] You know, you're sort of lying on the sofa watching some porn movie you bought on a drunken lonely night in Soho, and you're lying there and everything's going really great, you're getting totally turned on by these absurdly graphic images, everything seems so right, and suddenly - phht! Bingo! You wake up. And you're lying there sweating, desperately looking for the tissue which you know is still in your pocket, and the remote control which is somewhere on the floor, and it's like walking in on yourself, you know? It's just like "What you doing?" That's how I felt tonight feeling my heart miss a beat everytime the door opened. "What the fuck are you doing?"
Daisy: Well, that's... love, isn't it? Load of old wank.
To a Star Wars: The Phantom Menace fan]
Tim: You are so blind! You so do not understand! You weren't there at the beginning. You don't know how good it was! How important! This is it for you! This jumped-up firework display of a toy advert! People like you make me sick! What's wrong with you?! Now, I don't care if you've saved up all your 50ps, take your pocket money, and GET OUT!
[The little boy runs out, crying]
Tim: What a prick.
Tim: Aren't you going to ask us how it went?
Daisy: How did it go?
Tim: Really badly.
Robot Club Leader: Gentlemen, welcome to Robot Club. The first rule of Robot Club is, you do not talk about about Robot Club. The second rule of Robot Club is, YOU DO NOT TALK ABOUT Ro… wait, I… got that wrong. [Unfolding a crumpled up piece of paper and pushing up his glasses] The second rule is, no smoking.
Tim: Why aren't we allowed to smoke?
Mike: We're not allowed to talk about it.
Duane: You know what they say about love and war.
Tim: Yeah, one involves a lot of physical and psychological pain and the other one's war.
Pop Tart Fiction
What's the plan?

Monday, 20 August 2012


Tony Scott sadly took his own life today. I hope that he is not just remembered for his bombastic output such as Top Gun, Days of Thunder and Beverley Hills Cop 2. His style was always high gloss and kinetic but his way with actors should not be underestimated

Those that want to see how good he could be should refer to percursor of the modern vampire movie The Hunger,or the underrated revenge thriller Man on fire, the dramaticly powerful Crimson Tide, the paranoia thrills of Enemy of the state , the comic book energy of Domino, or perhaps that best pure 90's action movie that few have seen ,The Last Boty scout. My favourite of his is the superlative True Romance a film in which he orchestrates a remarkable cast to great effect. Heres a brief sample of his work.
True Romance
the Hunger
Last Boy scout
Enemy of the State
Crimson Tide
Man on Fire


What item sums up popular culture in the UK right here right now? Will it be a work of art from an edgy and provocative artist? perhaps a record sleeve that captures the imagination. Could it be a Movie that sums up British youth, or a zeitgeist novel?
Perhaps a political speech or a 'voice of a generation' interview will encapsulate our pop culture sensibilities.
But its none of the above. What perfectly captures the moribund, facile and vacuous state of British popular culture is;
 'TheOnlyWayIsEssex jewelled Blackberry Curve bearing the ITV2 logo'

Sunday, 19 August 2012


Glorious Poppycock GOLDEN GIRL 'introduced' Susan Anton and cameoed the great Bob Beaman it is the greatest of terrible Olympic movies. It comes across as The Boys from Brazil meet the Bionic Woman.  It has a suprisingly good cast in James Coburn, Robert Culp, Harry Guardino, Curt Jurgens and leslie Caron. Composer Bill Conti riffs on The Rocky theme and Joseph Sargent is a no frills director, yet it  manages to use mad Nazi Science, Glamour and music to create a classic 'so bad it's good' masterpiece

Saturday, 18 August 2012


Deranged animated musical vision Animalympics
They say that all human drama (or animal drama judging by the above movie) is at the Olympics so it's no suprise that there have been quite a few movies made that are set at the games. The Good, The bad and the downright ugly!

Decent British drama

Light hearted 'romp'set in Tokyo

Spielberg's underrated revenge movie


Two versions of a remarkable story

Well written 80s movie suprises the viewer

The poster says it all

Friday, 17 August 2012


Paris 1924 Cigar Holder

Berlin 1936 Mesh purse

Berlin 1936 Candleabra
Mitt Romney Badge 2002
Montreal rodent 1976
...and of course the most sinister

Thursday, 16 August 2012


Plato- Blam! Marx- Pow! Nietzsche- Splat!
Aristotle- Boom! Sartre-Sacre Bleu!

Well, I'm back suitably refreshed, and a holiday is always a good time to get all philosophical...but now its time for action! These tomes by Fred VanLente & Ryan Dunlavey put the action into philosophy, the Va Va Voom into value systems and the umph into existensialism. Seek them out as you would seek out enlightenment.

Tuesday, 14 August 2012



Michael Caine as Harry Palmer is superb in The Ipcress file and Billion dollar brain. The first directed with great panache by Sidney J. Furie and the second directed by the flamboyant Ken Russel. There are two further movies starring Len Deighton's anti-hero which are rather disappointing; Funeral in Berlin and the afterthought that is Bullet to Beijing. Ipcress and Brain both have excellent soundtracks courtesy of John Barry and Richard Rodney Bennet respectively with terrific title sequences. Convoluted tales of Spies and the intelligence service; without the glamour. They look very much of their time but capture that time perfectly as the 'anti swinging sixties'.
Caine's Palmer is everything that James Bond is not. He's real and flawed and is something of a accountant with a far more interesting job description. A Secret Service man who works between the margins, and as such he is both laconic and world weary.
A great creation, Harry Palmer is and was a unique British hero...and all the while wearing glasses! 
BDB Opening titles by Maurice Binder
The Ipcress File Opening titles theme by John Barry

The rather dour Funeral in Berlin titles

the rather dour Bullet to Beijing