Monday, 26 December 2011

My top Christmas movie suggestions

We all know that Christmas is a time for giving, spending time with your family, getting uproariously drunk at parties and eating things that you would never normally allow within several square miles of your dinner plate (how many people eat Brussels sprouts at any time other than Christmas? I know someone who knows a Mr Russell Sprout, incidentally, although I could not testify as to whether or not he is small, round, green and slightly smelly).

But it is also a time for watching lots and lots of TV, as the various channels suddenly get in the festive spirit, realise that they have been broadcasting crap for the first 51 weeks of the year and decide that the nation has suffered enough and that they had better pull their respective digits out and broadcast something watchable as a long overdue gift to the great unwashed masses. So they throw all sorts of Christmas goodies at us so that we can't possibly watch everything, not even now that we have the magical invention of BBC iPlayer! So one has to be selective about what the key things are that one simply cannot get through Christmas without watching. So here are mine (was hoping to finish this before Boxing Day, but then you can't have everything). I can't say that I ever get around to watching all of them, but if I haven't had at least two or three then I end up feeling ever so slightly empty no matter how much turkey I have gorged myself on.

1) A Muppet Christmas Carol (1992) Directed by Brian Henson

Yes, I know that Alastair Sim's version is often considered to be definitive, and George C Scott, Michael Hordern and Patrick Stewart all have their supporters, but for me the one thing Dickens forgot in writing perhaps the greatest Christmas story of all time (apart from the one about Jesus, obviously) was that a Christmas story really needs frogs, bears, chickens and lines like "Mother always told me. Never eat singing food." Muppets may be a bunch of commies, apparently, but I still love them (besides, if the right has Newt Gingrich, the left should have an amphibian of their own to balance the scales, so why not Kermit?)

A lot of people lament the fact that Michael Caine and Sean Connery never worked together again after The Man Who Would be King, but for me the greater crime is that he hasn't worked with Gonzo again! Caine's career was in the doldrums at this point, the wreckage of Jaws 4 still being fresh in everyone's memory. In fact the part of Scrooge was originally offered to Oscar the Grouch instead (I believe that the phrases "scram", "get lost" and "why don't you go and **** a Snuffleupagus" featured heavily in his response). But Caine actually gives one of the best performances of his career, actually playing it relatively straight (very wisely...there's no point trying to compete with the Muppets...Charles Grodin tried to out ham Miss Piggy in "The Great Muppet Caper" and lived to rue the day), at least until the end when he starts belting out tunes like "With a Thankful Heart" and "The Love is Found" (a song he also performed in a film called Get Carter), making up with enthusiasm for what he lacks in tunefulness.

But enough about Michael Caine - everyone knows that it's the rats who steal the show! While cynical types might feel that it isn't surprising that Scrooge might be a bit grumpy having to share an office with a bunch of rats who sing Carmen Miranda tunes whenever his back is turned, such people are clearly missing the point of the film. Of course the King Rat, as it were, is Rizzo, who, as he freely admits, is just "there for the food", accompanying Charles Dickens around Victorian London (a suspiciously blue and furry Dickens with a nose like Barry Manilow's) as they essentially stalk Scrooge for the whole movie whilst "narrating" the story. Poor Rizzo gets more than he bargains for, as "Mr Dickens" pushes him down chimneys, uses him to wipe a window and generally maltreats him in a manner which is probably an extremely historically accurate portrayal of some of the things "the lower orders" were forced to get up to at the time.

The other Muppet regulars are there in force of course, with Kermit Cratchit, Miss Piggy as Mrs Cratchit (who scoffed all the chestnuts, then?) and Fozzie Bear as Fozziwig (who else)? Particularly enjoyable are Statler and Waldorf as The Marley Brothers (a bit like the Kray Twins if they had been made out of foam). But whilst there is a lot of Muppety fun added to the proceedings, the basic story of the Christmas Carol is still all there underneath, and it is certainly a more faithful version of the tale than some (Ebenezer Scrooge is a duck? Now that's just plain silly!) Funny and touching, there is plenty here for both kids and adults to enjoy. So apologies to Mr Sim (and Mr Duck), but if I was forced to take one version to a desert island, this is the one it would be!

2) The Blue Carbuncle (1984) directed by David Carson

Not strictly a film, this one, only 50 minutes long or so, this is an episode from the first series of Granada's definitive "Sherlock Holmes" series starring Jeremy Brett (an actor otherwise best known for My Fair Lady and being a surrogate father to Martin Clunes...bit of random trivia for you there).

Some swear by Robert Downey Jr's rather dishevelled version of the great sleuth nowadays (and I admit that those films are fun, even though Guy Ritchie's directorial technique is INTENSELY ANNOYING and Downey Jr doesn't seem yet to have discovered that Holmes isn't Captain Jack Sparrow). More discerning folk prefer Benedict Cumberbatch's coldly calculating modern take on Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's ingenious and timeless tales. But for me Jeremy Brett is still THE MAN, with Basil Rathbone (who gets extra kudos for being the only Holmes with the balls to take on the Nazis as well as Moriarty) and Clive Merrison his only serious rivals. Similarly David Burke is my favourite Watson (with his successor Edward Hardwicke, who took over in the later episodes, running him a close second). Burke has the perfect mix of humour and robustness, neither a buffoon like Nigel Bruce nor a superman action hero like Jude Law's incarnation (with Jude Law's Watson in town I am quite mystified as to why people bother getting Downey Jr's Holmes involved in the investigation at all!). And the affectionate chemistry between him and Brett is never more apparent than in this festive edition of the great detective's adventures.

The plot is simple. It is Christmas Eve. The Blue Carbuncle, one of the most valuable diamonds in the world, over which much blood has been spilled over the years, has been stolen. It turns up in the gullet of a goose which, through a series of coincidences, falls into the hands of Sherlock Holmes. Holmes has then to join the dots, by rushing around London, quite literally on a wild goose chase, to work out where the goose came from and how it managed to get a diamond stuck in its digestive system. And he has to do it fast, because the police, as cloddish and wrong headed as ever, have arrested the wrong man, who risks languishing in prison over Christmas unless the real perpetrator can be unmasked. Brett is clearly having the time of his life, playing Holmes like the oddball love child of Alan Rickman and Kenneth Williams, flaring his nostrils, staring around disconcertingly at random and using his magnificently sardonic voice to great effect, smoothly coming out with lines like "I am something of a fowl fancier, you understand", complete with raised eyebrow.

True, the real villain of the piece does turn out to be one of Holmes' least threatening adversaries (a cowardly little shrimp called Ryder, who seems to have difficulty pronouncing his "r"s, yet nevertheless, when presented with the opportunity to use a pseudonym that would enable him to get around this problem as well as maintain his anonymity, he plumps for "Wobinson"!) But then again, this is one of the most light hearted stories in the series, so it doesn't really need a moustache twirling Napoleon of Crime to make it work - in fact Holmes is even able to demonstrate some festive spirit by letting the little creep go before tucking into his turkey.

Co-starring Frank Middlemass as a booze addled academic, this episode is a fast paced and witty blast from beginning to end. Other episodes I would particularly recommend in the series are "The Musgrave Ritual", which is probably objectively the best of the lot, "The Six Napoleons", where the director seems to have given the entire cast carte blanche to try and out-ham each other, with hilarious and often alarming consequences, and "Wisteria Lodge", which is unusual in that it contains a police inspector who is actually quite intelligent and a match for Holmes (an engaging Freddie Jones plays this wily fellow in a manner reminiscent of Robert Newton as Long John Silver, only without bothering with the subtlety and restraint).

3) Die Hard (1988) directed by John McTiernan

Yes it is a Christmas movie and it is perfectly legitimate to include this in a Christmas list! Complaining about this (just because a few people happen to get shot in the head and thrown out of tall buildings) would be like moaning about my inclusion of "Bedknobs and Broomsticks" on my list of favourite WW2 movies just because Angela Lansbury doesn't recreate the opening D-Day landings sequence in "Saving Private Ryan". Die Hard has been much imitated over the years, but never equalled - not even by its sequels, which have all been entertaining (in spite of the fact that Bruce Willis is looking more like John McCain than John McClane nowadays).

Personally I used to do a bit of studying in Senate House Library near Russell Square in London and I always thought that that would be a great building to set a Die Hard style rip off in. The premise: a group of medieval historians gather together for a mulled wine party which gets overrun with terrorists - and only the eminent Henry III scholar Professor Humphrey P Winterbottom, who was in the toilet at the time, can save the day. This role could not, of course, be played by Mr Willis, it would have to be someone like Richard Griffiths (Samuel L Jackson would do at a pinch). It could be titled "Die Learned", and Professor Winterbottom would be roaming around the bookshelves with a machine gun "ho ho ho" and spouting lines like "Musica delenit bestiam feram, mother****er". But until someone takes me up on this idea, Die Hard will remain the best action movie ever made.

Having said that, being of a squeamish disposition, I tend to fast forward over the bit where McClane runs over broken glass. It is a testament to how excellent Bruce Willis, Alan Rickman (the best hero-villain combo in the history of cinema - they really need to act together again) and the host of engaging and interesting supporting characters are that I retain my affection for the movie in spite of that (I have always been very sensitive about my feet!) Nothing quite gets you in the festive spirit like watching Alan Rickman getting pushed off a roof. Which, coincidentally, is precisely what Emma Thompson should have done to him in my next selection...

Love Actually (2003) directed by Richard Curtis

This movie has a lot of detractors. I have even heard whispers from some that they consider it "a bit schmaltzy", presumably because Liam Neeson's stepson manages to get through airport security and peg it halfway across the airport to declare his love to his departing American sweetheart without being shot in the back of the head (the scene where an actual terrorist manages to use this distraction to smuggle through a shoebomb and blow up a plane was deleted from the final cut!) But they are, of course, missing the point. Had Richard Curtis been setting out to create a hard hitting, gritty, Trainspotting-esque "heroin through the eyeballs" kitchen sink drama, then I agree that this film would be regarded as a failure.

But it's a Christmas film, for heaven's sake. It's supposed to be schmaltzy. You're not supposed to think about the fact that Hugh Grant reversing a half century of British foreign policy towards one of our most important allies just because he got a bit hot under the collar when Billy Bob Thornton snogged Martine McCutcheon, far from making him everyone's ideal prime minister, might actually suggest that he is a dangerously unhinged maverick! Although I can't watch the bit with him dancing now without wondering whether David Cameron did the same thing after exercising his veto a few weeks ago. It's feel good, and that's what matters. And it has one of the best British casts ever assembled outside of a Harry Potter movie (no, I'm not actually in this one, although it was filmed during my brief career as a film extra, and one of the  "not quite ginger enough" fellows who I pipped to the post for the role of Charlie Weasley can be spotted standing around in the background looking slightly shifty in the "Office Christmas Party" scene).

I don't think there is a dud storyline throughout, although some might think that Kris Marshall finding himself irresistible to every hot female in Wisconsin might be a little far fetched. Even Keira Knightley is endearing (although whenever I have been watching the film with a girl, the bit where she declares herself to be "quite pretty" in her wedding dress invariably causes the aforesaid female to growl malevolently - although in fact Julie has said that she understood this scene completely once she saw her wedding photos!) The highlights for me were Bill Nighy as crazy old rocker Billy Mack, desperately pushing for a Christmas number one and not caring who he has to shock or outrage in order to get it (robbed of an Oscar nomination, he was), the Colin Firth storyline where he falls in love with his Portugese housekeeper despite their not being able to speak one word of each other's language, and the heartbreaking storyline with Emma Thompson and her philandering husband Alan Rickman which I alluded to above. Although at least he doesn't tell anyone to "shoot the glass" in this film.

Watching Love Actually with an Indian takeaway and some sparkling wine has become a bit of an annual tradition for my wife and I, and I think it is perhaps a sign that we are too familiar with the film that we both got very excited when watching stand up comedy a few years ago when we noticed that one of the comedians was "the DJ with one line at Keira Knightley's wedding".

It's a Wonderful Life (1946) directed by Frank Capra

What to say about this superb film that has not already been said? A box office disappointment at the time, it has since become a classic through the medium of TV. It stars James Stewart (of course) as frustrated banker George Bailey who has never had time to fulfil his dreams. He then has a particularly crappy Christmas Eve, accidentally losing a small fortune thanks to his bumbling Uncle Billy and the evil machinations of the richest man in town, Mr Potter, who shared none of his descendant Harry's endearing characteristics. After throwing a bit of a wobbly, Bailey decides that the only sensible course of action is to throw himself off a bridge. So far, so Christmassy.

Luckily he is rescued by a slightly camp and befuddled angel called Clarence (the brilliant Henry Travers) who transports him to an alternative universe where he never existed, making him realise that he has touched the lives of the people all around him in ways that he did not even realise. He goes back and finds that he has dozens of friends who have come together to sort everything out for him and they all sing in Christmas and live happily ever after. If you think Love Actually is schmaltzy, then perhaps best to give this one a miss, but if you have a soul, watch it now. If you want to know whether they are showing it at Christmas in a particular year, the best thing to do is watch Eastenders. If someone in Eastenders casually mentions that it's on, it won't be. If it's not mentioned, then it will definitely be on!

Others worthy of mention are:

The Great Escape (1963), another Christmas TV classic, because nothing says its Christmas like Richard Attenborough and 49 other POWs being executed in cold blood by the Gestapo (the American stars don't get the same treatment, mind you, not even the ones who aren't playing Americans, like "Australian" James Coburn, who I believe used Dick Van Dyke as his voice coach);

Miracle on 34th Street (1947/1994) - both versions are good, with excellent Santas (Edmund Gwenn and Richard Attenborough, the latter managing to dodge the Gestapo this time, only having to contend with the marginally less obnoxious Mara Wilson); and

A Christmas Toy (1986) - one from Julie's childhood this, with more Muppetesque creatures. Watch it and tell me you don't think Toy Story is a total shameless rip off!

Back in the New Year!

Al

Sunday, 4 December 2011

Christening time!

No, the title of this post does not mean what you think it does - I did only get married four weeks ago, for heaven's sake! I am in fact referring to the fact that although Julie (my memsahib) set up the blog for me several months ago I have had neither the time to write anything interesting nor anything interesting to write about that could not be more succinctly dealt with via a tweet! But now I have embarked on a new stage of my existence and so forth, all this must change! So I am now christening my blog with my first ever post! Hurrah!

So, the wedding! In the run up I was given the same piece of advice by various different people, which was to savour the moment and take some time to soak it all in. All very well, thought I, but I was not quite sure how to go about this unless someone had taken the trouble to buy us some sort of "time freezing device" as a wedding present (and we did not end up including one on our John Lewis list, not if to do so involved cutting out the "banana guard" or the "pass the pigs" game!) But once the day came around I completely understood what they were somewhat cackhandedly trying to say. It really does go quickly, and after all the time and hard work taken to get to that point, it is over before you know it! Having said that, we had the time of our lives, it was every bit as spectacularly happy for us as the photographs demonstrate, and I think I can speak for both of us in saying that we savoured every moment! 

What was perhaps more surprising, with the exception of a couple of mildly nerve wracking seconds before I got up to do my speech, I actually felt remarkably relaxed from the moment I arrived at the church onwards.  Beforehand my state of mind was perhaps a wee bit anxious, as is evidenced by the fact that I genuinely thought that our taxi driver had made the mistake of dropping us off at Paul's bakery rather than St Paul's Church, before remembering that a) the two are right next door to each other, and b) the chances of him being enough of a gourmand to be able to mistake a patisserie for a place of worship were pretty slim! But as soon as I got there, everything seemed to slot into place (except my boutonniere, which clearly thought that it was the star of the occasion, and repeatedly "went rogue" throughout!) 

That is not to say that the day was not without a few tiny hiccups. There was a tiny issue with the text of one of the readings not being where it was supposed to be, although it was delivered beautifully by Julie's Aunt Caroline when Rev Simon managed to locate a copy of the appropriate passage. My uncle Alan also gave a very fine reading from the Bible, and then my dad did a sonnet. I remember hearing a loud "HUP" from behind me when he stood up to deliver the reading only to discover that his trousers had different ideas and were on the point of parting company with his midriff altogether. This was followed by a few seconds of frantic adjustment which I am sure the congregation enjoyed almost as much as the reading itself, which was brilliantly performed in a manner somewhat reminiscent of Simon Russell-Beale (my mum, who had been fearing the emergence of his inner Brian Blessed, was rather relieved, I am told!) 

Other than that, and the taxi not arriving to take us to the reception, and accidentally poisoning one of the guests (he'll be fine...he's used to it!) everything went swimmingly. Julie actually turned up early, so eager was she to become my wife (tis crazy she is!), and Rev Simon was practically having to grab on to the back of her dress to keep her from running down the aisle. This meant that everything remained on schedule (if not early) throughout, which I suspect is something of a first! I am not proposing to dwell on the rest of the day in any depth, as I will let the photographs, which will be on facebook very shortly, speak for themselves. But it was everything we had hoped for and more (and we still have leftover cake, which I would describe as being "the icing on the cake" except for the fact that it is, itself, a cake!)

The next morning we were up bright and early (well...early) at 5:45ish, bidding a somewhat regretful farewell to One Aldwych where we had spent the wedding night living like royalty (only without the corgis or the extra marital affairs, obviously!) We had been upgraded to a suite that was about twice the size of our flat...it included a gym and a TV in the bathroom, meaning that I could watch Carry on Doctor whilst answering the call of nature, which I thought was oddly apposite! I think there is defnitely a case for taking Julie's dress everywhere we go from now on to see how long we can pull off posing as a "wedding couple". 

The adrenalin saw us through, though, and we were only a tiny bit bleary eyed by the time we arrived at Gatwick. Being a honeymoon couple, I thought that we were perfectly justified in informing the gloriously camp Matt Lucas lookalike who greeted us at the departures desk of the fact, and asking him what upgrades were available. His response was somewhat less friendly than his original greeting had been. "For thirty pounds extra you can sit by an emergency exit...is there something in your eye, sir?" So no honeymoon freebies for us, then, but it had been worth a try! 

Virgin's in-flight entertainment was somewhat disappointing, although I did get to watch "Rise of the Apes" (very good, although it lacks some of the charm of the original film where the apes wore monkey suits instead of being dealt with by boring old CGI - still, it was better than the Tim Burton version with its very silly "Abraham Lincoln was a chimpanzee" twist!), "Friends with Benefits" (actually very funny...who would have thought Justin Timberlake could do anything which didn't make me want to kick him in the privates), and "Captain America: The First Avenger" (I have to be careful as I know someone who was in this, so I will put this as tactfully as I can. It was a festering dog turd of a movie. It did at least allow me to catch up on some much needed sleep though!)

We arrived in St Lucia at about 2pm local time and were driven to the resort in a small van, only to be caught up in an election rally en route. The enthusiasm with which St Lucia's elections are conducted is impressive and definitely something we Brits could learn from. They even make up songs, both about the electoral process in general (particular highlights of mine included "Who you votin' for?" and the more straightforward "Vote! Vote! Vote" - 37 verses, all the same), but also for specific political candidates (can you imagine anyone composing a paean to Philip Hammond, or writing a song about Ed Balls without it getting childishly smutty?) 

Rendezvous, St Lucia, is a gorgeous all-inclusive resort just south of Castries, the main city on the island with two pools, lots of beach, and more cocktails than we could shake a stick at! It has been something of a burden to me going back to work now I am back in the UK and not having anyone to hand who can rustle me up a "Pink Scorpion" or a "Pussy Foot" at a moment's notice (you just can't get the trainees, these days!) The staff were extremely friendly, even though they did get a bit overcontrolling when accompanying us and several other couples on the "romantic couple's walk" during the second week. "Now you must whisper sweet nothings in her ear! OI! I said SWEET NOTHINGS, YOU MAGGOT! That wasn't nothing and it was definitely not sweet!" (it is just possible that I may be exaggerating slightly for comic effect here!)

There was a lot to do on the resort, not all of which involved eating and drinking, and during the fortnight we tried our hand at everything from archery (at which Julie outstripped me so effortlessly that I was reminded of nothing so much as "Maid Marian and Her Merry Men" - if you are old enough to remember that show, it makes you a proper grown up!), to windsurfing (which I was actually quite good at until my contact lens fell out...fortunately our instructor had got bored of us by then anyway and gone off on a frolic of his own, leaving us poor newbies bobbing around in our lifejackets while he surfed off towards the distant horizon, harnessing the winds (like Poseidon) and yelling "YEAH MON!" (less like Poseidon). Sailing was also good fun, but waterskiing I never got the hang of (although it did mean I got to catch up on my swimming!) There was also "water tubing", which consisted of sitting on rubber rings while being pulled along by a speedboat. I looked and felt a bit like a drowned rat afterwards, but it was highly exhilarating at the time. 

Our fellow guests at the resort were an interesting mix of people. I have never seen so many middle aged people with tattoos in one place in my life - it got to the stage that I was wondering whether there was a tattoo parlour on site, or whether there was some sort of "Get married at the resort and we'll thrown in a chavvy tattoo for free!" special package deal going on. I remember vividly our second dinner at the resort was interrupted when a booze addled Scotsman staggered up and put his arm around Julie. "Have I seen you before somewhere!" he burped, looking at me blearily. When she had recovered from the alcoholic fumes that had been breathed into her face, Julie of course responded that of course he would recognise me because I am that well known star of "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban". This rather surprised our new acquaintance, who we thereafter nicknamed "Rab C Pervert". I get the impression that he had not expected his spurious excuse for coming over to grope Julie to lead to an unexpected encounter with a film star! 

We also particularly enjoyed the sugar to rum tour (although I don't remember too much about that one...I do know we followed it up with a trip to Marigo Bay, which was where scenes from "Pirates of the Caribbean" were filmed, but oddly enough they seemed more proud of the fact that it had also played host to "Dr Dolittle" with Eddie Murphy (I would have thought that they would have wanted to keep quiet about that one, but there we go!) We also had a private romantic cruise on a speedboat where we got to see much of the rest of the island as the sun set, which was incredibly magical. Another particular highlight for me was the snorkelling near the Pitons (two big volcanoes on the island), where we got to see a dazzling array of sealife, even though we missed out on the seahorse (our guide did point one out, but I think it got scared off when Rab C Pervert hove into view, certainly the felonious Scot had come out in a rash by the time he got back on the boat...I dread to think what he had been up to down there!)

On the final day, we decided to take a helicopter ride back to the airport. It was something neither of us had done before, and electioneering was in full swing by that stage, so we thought that it would be worth avoiding the roads. The helicopter was very small, and I was not quite sure when it arrived how it was going to squeeze us all on (there were two other couples taking it beside ourselves) but I think it must have been constructed by the makers of the Tardis as there was room for all. Having said that, I was a little apprehensive when I realised that I would be sitting next to the driver (making me by default the second line of defence against plunging to our doom if something happened to him), and therefore I was somewhat relieved to see that he was not an 87 year old with a heart condition but a cheerful and healthy looking chap from Birmingham who looked like he had a better than average chance of surviving the 15 minute flight. 

More ominous was the fact that the gravelly voiced fellow giving him instructions from the ground sounded uncannily like one of the villains from "Live and Let Die" (up there, I am not sure even Roger Moore could have saved us!) Julie is not a comfortable flyer, so I was surprised how calm she seemed about the whole "flying by helicopter" thing, but her judgment was vindicated as the flight turned out to be a lot smoother and less frightening than a flight on a small plane (or even a large plane) would have been. I would highly recommend it to anyone (the stunning Caribbean vistas were also a plus, of course).

That's enough for a first post I think. I shall endeavour to do a further post by the end of the year, which I promise will NOT be called "Blogging around the Christmas Tree" or anything similarly excruciating!