POSSIBLE SPOILERS: I have only just seen this documentary and I found it very sad and disturbing. Jimmy Savile was an ikon in my youth, from "Top of The Pops" to "Jim'll Fix It", etc, but Louis Theroux seems to have scratched Savile's underbelly to expose a lonely, depressed and essentially unlikable man. Jimmy's cigar comes across as some kind of prop to shield him from the pitiful reality of himself - this is Jimmy Savile, so there has to be a cigar in virtually every frame! Theroux was brilliant at digging out the demons in Savile and, essentially what he uncovers (or insinuates) is left to the viewer's imagination. That whole episode of Jimmy's mother's flat - the woman had been dead since 1973 yet Jimmy still kept up maintenance of the property and never threw out her old clothes. Her bedroom is basically a shrine to a woman who, amongst other revelations, never let Jimmy bring girl's back to the flat. There was something very unsettling about the photo on the mantelpiece - Jimmy, looking very girlyish, lying on the floor in a nightgown reading a book while his Mother looked on. There was something very Norman Batesy about the whole thing, and I was left wondering if Jimmy had a Mother-fixation, as though through maintaining the flat, her images and her clothes, he could somehow keep her alive in his own mind. Was Jimmy, perhaps, the daughter she never had? It certainly seems a plausible train of thought and I sensed that Theroux had Jimmy on the ropes, sensing some dark secret. As I said, though, interpretations are cunningly left to the imagination of the viewer. In fact, I found the whole programme quite disturbing insofar as it insinuated - quite rightly - that Savile was a self-publicist who's only real friend was the photographer or the television camera covering his charity works and his personal mishaps. Jimmy Savile came across as a sad shell of a man, a man without any real companion in the world other than his dead mother. Jimmy Savile, that old eccentric Jimmy we all love, the programme strongly suggested, was a total fabrication, a falsity, a lie. Ultimately there is a degree of sympathy expressed for Jimmy, but the overall view is of a man deeply disturbed, immersed in his own myth. A dark, disturbing documentary, but a brilliant exposé of the deep scars often hidden behind the glare of the cameras. The price of fame, indeed.