Year of Twats
Remember that (in)famous Cameron "Year of Change" poster?
Labels: Cameron, Tasteless Humour, The Thick of It
"...I'm not a schemer. I try to show the schemers how pathetic their attempts to control things really are..."
Remember that (in)famous Cameron "Year of Change" poster?
Labels: Cameron, Tasteless Humour, The Thick of It
Did this serious of The Thick of It end satisfactorily? Yes, I think it did. But it did stretch the boundaries of credibility somewhat.
Labels: Brown-bashing, Reviews, The Thick of It, TV
Much has been made (not least on this blog) about the close relationship between The Thick of It to what passes for politics in this country today. Which got me thinking about the ending to the most recent episode (spoilers ahead). Malcolm Tucker's behaviour after his forced resignation was breathtakingly bad, but completely in keeping with his character. He certainly didn't leave quietly. The shouting, the swearing, the threats of violence, the physical intimidation of others topped off by his ominous threat that they would see him again made it a particularly memorable departure from the corridors of power.
Labels: Alastair Campbell, Brown-bashing, The Thick of It, TV
"Yes, if it came to it! If you have to wade through all this shit to win the election, then I'm happy to lose it! Alright?"
Labels: quotes, The Thick of It, Vote Whores
"I feel like I am in a therapy group being run by my own rapist."
Labels: Reviews, The Thick of It, TV
There are some obvious answers to that question. He's very funny, for a start. In a scary way. And he's a mix of Alastair Campbell and Damian McBride, although arguably more monstrous yet competent than either of those. And he is a stunning indictment of British politics in that such an outrageously vile character can be seen not just as believable, but an accepted (and, for some, essential) part of the British political process.
Labels: Random, The Thick of It, TV
Initially, I shied away from the film version of The Thick of It. When British TV programmes go international, they tend to lose a lot of what makes them great. Whilst I wasn't expecting In The Loop to be as wanky as a Richard Curtis movie, I did think it would end up as a neutered version of the very, very dark original TV programme. Which was something that could endanger the brilliance of the original series. But last weekend, I caught it. And it was pretty much spot on.
Labels: Films, Reality TV, Reviews, The Thick of It
Tomorrow - from broadsheets to wank rags - I want pages one, two and three to be a profile of Tom looking like a fucking political colossus, you know - Tom meeting the Pope, Tom in a NHS hospital chatting to little, baldie kiddies. I want pages four and five to be a timeline of British politics with ME at the center, looking fucking indispensable and fucking benign, and I want page six to be fucking Israel or some bullshit, not a fucking DoSAC deepshit legacy-distracting COCKUP.
Labels: Alastair Campbell, Brown, McBride, Obama, Reality TV, The Thick of It, The West Wing