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A good-enough documentary of his life up to the time he left England.

But it is one-sided. Little is said of his "spoilt-brat" attitude.

Nothing much after the Abdication - which the Duke usually saw as the world trying to stop him doing what he wanted. The book was published in 1951, so this "documentary" makes nothing of the wasted 1950s when the Duke and Duchess wandered from one party to another, spending the allowance and cash from the sale of his private estates which saw them end up effectively broke, living in a free house courtesy of the French Government.

A watchable film based on the book designed to paint the Windsors in the best possible light, and ignore anything that might tarnish the image.

Celebrity cameos and cringing at awful jokes are mandatory in the traditional British Panto. Hammed up so mercilessly what should be terrible becomes good – unfortunately this is a complete disaster. The cameos are, as expected, wooden. But so to are the rest of the performances. The rehearsals and multiple retakes of TV show how it is technology rather than acting skill which has put so many "stars" on our silver screen. "Griff Rhys-Jones " (qv) is one notable exception in his small role, as are two of the major characters: "Martin Clunes" (qv) as the evil Abanazer and "John Savident" (qv), as Widow Twankey, is proper Dame

Rj17 says 'ClanDonald Has Issues After reading the Post of ClanDonald I was reminded just how scary this world is. For those of you who might not know, the show "Monarch of the Glen" is FICTION.'

True, it is fiction, and an enjoyable fiction, but when an episode such as tonight's (21 Nov. 04) is aired, I can understand ClanDonald's complaints. In the name of entertainment and making money, the current law and centuries of history and tradition are ignored, distorted, and insulted.

I look forward now to 'West Point: The True Story of How Benedict Arnold Fought to Stop George Washington Abandoning the Fort to the Redcoats', or better, perhaps, 'Trail of Tears: The Musical' and the welcoming comments it would receive from the Cherokee Nation.

The series began in 1912 as a fund raiser for music-hall charities. The standard meant the organisers were able to miss out the top star of the day, Marie Lloyd. Now they are reduced to a collection of B and C list entertainers, bolstered by some with more viewer appeal, who probably couldn't think of excuse to get away fast enough. The performances command TV time only because they are designed to raise money for charity.

This year saw the the usual collection of skits by "straight" actors forced to be funny for the sake of publicity in the name of charity. 2001 also saw the career low point of 60s pop star Cilla Black, as she finished her performance clad in a basque with a flashing neon heart at her crotch.

Rating 0/10

Over here I'm used to the BBC allowing a new show one more 6 part series to find their niche. American networks cancelling a show on the first night seemed strange, even ridiculous. `Kristin' just hit cable here in England.

The only thing strange and ridiculous about this is how it even got to pilot stage. The contrived plot and obvious scenes were not helped by wooden performances. Several of the writers have worked on good shows – Becker, Frasier, Cosby etc. but for this they did not bother to produce their best, and combined with the `talents' of the likes of Kristin Chenoweth and Larry Romano and the show was destined to failure. In 1954 we had one BBC channel and nothing else. If Kristin is 50 years of progress, let's bring back Lord Reith and the Hays Office.

Lily live, or on TV has an edge on this video. The act is brilliant, from grouchy neighbour Kitty Kelly to the dance scene. As ever Lily is camp, over-the-top and hilarious, and I can never look at my cats in the same light again

It's a pity production values aren't up to the star's standard. In recording this theatre performance the director aimed for the home-movie wannabee. The camerawork seems so static that the diary room in _"Big Brother" (2000/III)_ (qv) shows more imagination. The legs, the voice and the jokes combine to rise above technical crew, and make this an unmissable video.

Brits complain about Americans stealing our inventions, yet we've been quite happy to claim two Americans, a quack doctor and a failed burlesque singer for our own. Casting 'Donald Pleasence'(qv) as the Doctor and Anglicised Aussie 'Coral Browne' (qv) as his insufferable wife not only seemed right but produced wonderfully atmospheric performances. I've only seen a TV version so it may be TV editing rather than the low budget that missed out, for example, Ethel wearing Mrs Crippens furs & jewellery to events. It would have helped see why the Doctor fell under suspicion. Made at a time when abolishing capital punishment and miscarriages of justices were under discussion in the UK it is not surprising the film suggests that the murder wasn't premeditated. In the light of his subsequent actions, you can decide yourself.

The real `other woman' Ethel Le Neve, changed her name and died in Dulwich, SE London, in 1967 aged 89. If she saw this movie what did she think?

I think this an excellent drama, but not a history, and it does not pretend to be. This film is not based on The Scopes Monkey Trial of 1925, but the 'Jerome Lawrence' (qv) and 'Robert E. Lee' (qv) play of 1950. Although play and film use chunks of transcript – the Drummond/Brady cross-examination is almost verbatim Darrow's questioning of Bryan – the play shows its separate evolution. Written at the heart of the Anti-Communist Witch-Hunts the reason Drummond makes an impassioned plea for the right to think becomes obvious.

To highlight their anti-witchhunt message Lawrence and Lee took a lot of licence in making the townspeople very bigoted, and in dramatising the circumstances of `Bertram Gates' arrest. As a result, some Christians condemn the film as an attack on their religion. Rather it highlights the state of society a quarter of a century after the events nominally depicted. The play, although written in 1950 could not be performed until 1955; since when it has been filmed and staged several times, most recently in Broadway in 1995 with 'Tony Randall' (qv) and a 1999 TV movie starring 'Jack Lemmon' (qv) and 'George C Scott' (qv)

Hugh Edgar, a retired architect, was a true `method actor'. He didn't just act the Butler, he became the butler. Some of the younger staff seemed unwilling to accept everything they had signed up to. Even the Master of the House wanted to bring in the 21st century if it made him even more comfortable. That made the series more interesting. Not just a glimpse into history but a look at how self-centred we and the younger generation have become.

Edgar relaxed his mask only for one scene on the last day, adding to its humour and showing the series' raison d'être.

An off-putting title, but a fascinating and unmissable series.

Although I consider Clifton Webb a fine actor, he never seems comfortable in this role. The discomfort may be an illusion – caused by an obviously fake beard and hair combined with a British Stiff Upper lip that is a little too stiff. Only while writing this did I do the math; Webb is playing a serving naval officer when he was 68. Unintentionally he caught a facet of the 1940s Brit: the British do not `do' emotions. Sadly, 'Gloria Grahame' (qv) achieves this lack of emotion by bad acting. Nevertheless story flows well throughout the movie, although the final post-war seen seems a bit cloying (maybe 21st century Brits don't do emotions either). Despite the review, I actually enjoyed this movie, on the two or three times I've seen it have because I wanted too, not because something needs to be on TV

SPOILER???

Recently there have been revelations about the true identity of `Major Martin'. I've heard several, and aside from showing that the movie chose a genteel origin for the Major (surprise, surprise, it was made in the 1950s) they do merely denigrate a man's memory and embarrass his family. A search for the truth gone a little too far.

Viv Nicholson, high school drop out, sees a football pools win as the way out of a humdrum life. Her much publicised wish to `Spend, Spend Spend!' ensured her 15 minutes of fame in the tabloid press. The money ran out and so did her interest for the press. Her book and the stage play derived from it briefly put her back in the tabloids.

Unlike the Nicholsons, modern Lottery winners are offered financial advice. Either an assumption that either the ordinary working classes can't handle big money, or a guilty conscience for ruining two people's lives. A well acted description of how two people become victims of circumstances as they quickly get out of their depth.

Most of the film's interest to me is because its nostalgia value. It's a year younger than I, and was filmed locally. The studios' horror of the working classes and their accents is shown by parachuting in a stilted 'Michael Craig' (qv) as lead. 'Billie Whitelaw' (qv)'s supporting role redeems the acting somewhat. The high tech security surrounding the payroll of the title is quaint, to say the least. This is a film about a robbery. `Heist' implies a much faster pace than this movie ever manages. Without the local nostalgia value, I wouldn't have sat thru to the end once, let alone have seen it again.

PC George Dixon died just 21 minutes into the film _The Blue Lamp (1950)_ (qv). When filler was needed after a season of _"Fabian of the Yard" (1954)_ (qv) ended 'Ted Willis' (qv) wrote six scripts with PC Dixon back in Dock Green. The series was steady, authentic, and even down to checking that: a) The helmet is kept on when entering a house, but b) is, out of courtesy, when addressing elderly ladies, and c) is removed and held neatly under the right arm when addressing a bishop. [not sure how many bishops where in the programme though] At a time when New York City would see more murders inn a week than Great Britain would in a year it is not surprising that Dock Green was a series of low-level crimes. A gentle series which meant George Dixon's promotion to sergeant in 1964 was a big change , caused in part by 'Jack Warner' (qv)'s arthritis and by his age . (70-year-old coppers don't walk the beat). This allowed the younger characters to come to the fore, although the violent crime rate was never increased just to keep ratings share. Jack's age and arthritis meant his character rarely left the station, and in the final seasons, rarely came from behind his desk. In 1976 the newer, more violent, cop shows won, and Dock Green Station finally closed its doors. Still, 21 minutes to 21 years isn't bad. Evenin' all

A simple parlour game. Answer a question and hope as many of the celebrity panel of six as possible gave the same answer. The concept is simple, and was never designed to keep you on the edge of your seat. It cheered you up after a day at work, and relaxed you after that evening meal. Hopefully relaxed enough not to bother getting up to switch channels (OK we got TV remote after the USofA).

Its run has seen three very different hosts, the overbearing 'Terry Wogan' (qv) (why didn't he stay in that bank in Ireland?) was followed by quirky northern comic ' Les Dawson' (qv) . Six years after Les's sad, sudden death the show came back with Lily Savage, the loud-mouthed, brash, welfare-claiming friend of 'Paul O"Grady' (qv) . The prizes reinforced the idea that the show was just fun. They were so bad they became a running joke, and I can't even remember what the winners got, but when losers were presented with their consolation ornament who can forget the cry `Blankety Blank Chequebook and Pen'?

Compare this to _They Do It with Mirrors (1991) (TV)_ and you see why even Agatha Christie thought 'Joan Hickson' (qv) the perfect Miss Marple. Not even Sir 'John Mills' (qv), 'Bette Davis' (qv) and 'Helen Hayes' (qv) can make this film truly enjoyable. The producers must have been unable to afford to set the film in its time, and just dropped it 40 or 50 years out-of-time: doomed from the start.

Later in the 80s American TV took various Christie books and dropped them into contemporary settings. The result: a series of wooden movies. This series proves Britain got there first. Set in the 1920s/30s the main characters are stiff , they seem to be reading their lines. Remember the old joke about President 'Gerald Ford' (qv)? Well, neither 'Francesca Annis' (qv) nor (especially) 'James Warwick' (qv) seem able to walk and act at the same time. A deplorable series, with more ham than a pig farm. An insult to Agatha Christie.

Buy the rights to a name, completely change the books and earlier films and you have this movie - a failed farcical vehicle for Steve Martin. His over-the-top performance destroys what could have been a great film. Martin forgets that routines audiences loved in the 1970s don't work a quarter of a century later.