Wednesday, September 20, 2006

This Life

It's coming back and everyone in the office is kind of excited. You can guess how old everyone is.

Is it really 10 years on from when BBC Two first ran 'This Life'? Ouch. I rewatched this in its entirety on DVD earlier this year, courtesy of Amazon's DVD rental service partly to check that it was as good as there's so little else on that matches it.

It ended on a brilliant high note. A punch up at the wedding of Miles (Jack Davenport's) as Milly (Amita Dhiri) took on her rival Natasha Little. As the women scrapped in walked Warren (Jason Hughes – the Welsh one) back from his travelling who utters just one word: "outstanding", which kind of summed it up.

'This Life' was blessed with fine writing and a fine cast of characters, which as well as Miles has ), Egg (Andrew Lincoln) and Anna (Daniela Nardini). Lincoln, of course, went on to be in teachers where he played…Egg.

Haven't seen much of the ret of the them, but he memory and the familiarity of the house the shared lingers on.

Partly, it worked so well as everyone lived in a house like that at one stage and had a similar cast of characters (five storey Georgian near Clerkenwell – that'll be Kings Cross really, Ed).

Everyone wanted it to comeback for a third series and I'm sure it was considered before the writers and cast walked away and moved on.

I've always thought it a major failure of British television that so often the quality of ideas and performances of shows such as 'This Life' are thrown away too soon.

Why is it that we don't have this shows that run for five or six years rather than one or two (there are some exceptions such as 'Cold Feet').

You always hear that people want to leave it while its good, but we never get the chance to evaluate for long enough beyond its first two years.

In the States they get five if not seven years (the magic syndication number) of great shows like 'The West Wing (oh how we miss you), 'The Sopranos', and Sex and the City' et cetera.

Still mustn't grumble a one of show is better than nothing. The 90-minute episode has an intriguing set-up as our twenty somethings are now well into their thirtysomething years (sounds familiar) and one of the group has become a success after writing a book (Egg? Well he did try and start before his old man beat him to it) based on their friendship and a TV production company is keen to film the group's reunion.

Sounds like it could have elements of a docu-drama, all very post modern. We'll get to see if Miles managed to stay the course in marriage after marrying someone who told him she was 30 when in fact she was 37.

Everyone has to betting on a Miles and Anna get together if not for a happy ending then at least as an on/off/on/off affair.


At 1:00 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

but is sam allardyce going to survive?

At 2:38 PM, Anonymous the pixie of print said...

Mmm so this is an advertising, media and marketing blog. And this is a story about a TV show returning to the BBC. Mmm.

Why not write about something more advertising related? How about a comment or two on the Frosties' advert with the song 'They're gonna taste great'?

At 2:40 PM, Anonymous the online gnome said...

They're gonna taste great,
they're gonna taste great,
they're gonna taste great,
I can hear the sound of frosties hitting me plate

They're gonna taste great,
with tony ma mate
everybody knows frosties taste great
even ladies who wait
or a pi - rate
and you teenage brother whos out on a date
if you live in Aus mate
or the empire state
even ladies with a person-o-lised number plates.
or a bloke in a crate
well he knows they taste great
they're gonna taste greeeeaaaaaat
they're gonna taste greeeeaaaaaat
they're gonna taste greeeeaaaaaat
they're gonna taste greeeeaaaaaat

At 2:43 PM, Anonymous tony the tiger said...

The child actor who sang "They're gonna taste great" in a Frosties commercial committed suicide (or was murdered by bullies, or died of cancer).

At 2:43 PM, Blogger Gordon said...

Okay, but back to This Life -;)

I know most of you guys were doing your GCSEs, but you have to indulge us on this.

At 2:45 PM, Anonymous little mikey said...

we were watching this life at the time big man BUT come on gordie talk about the frosties ad!!

At 2:45 PM, Blogger Gordon said...

That's an urban myth, he's not dead.

At 2:50 PM, Anonymous ferdie said...

so we've got you talking about him then...come on gordie do a full entry on him. it's the worst advert of the year isn't it?

what WERE they thinking?

At 2:51 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

At 2:55 PM, Anonymous if you're in oz mate said...

from the grauniad:

Pity the poor Kellogg's marketing department... all they wanted to do was make an advert in which a chirpy young scamp would skip his way through the streets of a suburban town attracting other children like a Pied Piper with a silly ditty about his breakfast. So, they set out to hire an angelic young choirboy with a voice so beautiful it could shatter the beaks of songbirds. Then disaster struck. It appears that, on the way to the shoot, this choirboy's balls dropped with quite monstrous results. They wanted Aled Jones, but they got Mick Jones. And what we're left with is a jingle being sung by a boy at the exact moment his voice breaks, in a tone so monotonous it appears to be operating at a frequency which toys with people's bowels. It is, quite simply, the worst soundtrack to an advertisement ever. His voice is so oppressively dull that prolonged listening is like having every orifice systematically packed full of wet bread by a politician with no facial features

At 2:56 PM, Blogger Gordon said...

Its old, but if you want to write something - go ahead.

At 2:56 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

Possibly the conclusion of the Frosties ad where the boy leaves Tony the Tiger and the trailing crowd behind as he rises up into the sky (where Tony reappears beside him to issue a final "They're gonna taste great!") worked to fuel all forms of the rumor, in that rising into the sky is a visual metaphor for going to Heaven.

At 2:58 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

it IS old but you appear to have not commented on it so get with the word on the street and put something on the blog! more relevant than this life

At 3:05 PM, Anonymous frosties marketing person said...

The current advertisement has been well received by the vast majority of our customers. We would also like to take this opportunity to confirm that the lead boy within the advertisement is well and continues to live in his native South Africa.

At 3:07 PM, Anonymous wiki goss said...

On September 5, 2006 the UK based Sun newspaper tracked down the Frosties kid to a suburb of Johannesburg, South Africa. For his own protection the youth would only reveal his name as Sven. He stated: "Can't these fools distinguish between me and a character in an advert?"[2]

Following reports from UK based newspapers, South Africa's Sunday Times interviewed Sven Ruygrok and his mother, who were amused but concerned about internet interest in the advert. Sven's mother reported that it was not her son singing, and that the advert funded a successful gymnastic event in Berlin. Sven Ruygrok attends Beaulieu College and is a candidate for South Africa's gymnastic team in the 2008 Olympic Games.[3]

At 3:10 PM, Anonymous nelson mandela said...

once again the sun beats gordie to the story- alive and well. he's a saffa.

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