MY HIT LIST : SPACED
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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.
Guns...
...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"?
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.
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.
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