Burly miner struts across the Cornish cliff, rippling his muscles. ‘I’ve a message from Trenwith. Where’s Poldark…?’
‘He’s behind youuuuuu….!’
Sorry, I thought we’d got lost in panto-land for a minute. I’ve watched both the previous series and it seems they’re certainly ratcheting up the ham-factor this time round if the opening episode was anything to go by. Perhaps this is inevitable after the first couple of series – Downtown Abbey certainly suffered the same fate.
Maybe it’s the new telly I got last year, but the colours seem to be set permanently to one of those especially lurid filters, such as Lark or Juno, that you find on Instagram. Our three central heroines – Demelza, Elizabeth and Caroline look like Charlie’s Angels in olde worldy frocks or maybe a Timotei ad, so lustrous are their floating manes and improbably perfect white teeth and flawless complexions.
There was much consternation in the nation that Ross, Every-Woman’s eye-candy (hashtag #hotstuff), didn’t flash his torso in Episode One. Normal service was swiftly resumed in Episode Two, with Demelza’s brothers also plunging obligingly bare-chested into the sea for good measure.
No, Episode One was about LAYING ON THE DRAMA. Continue reading
by Maggie Gordon-Walker
When you hear the words ‘boot camp’ you envisage bloodied, muddied, exhausted bodies staggering to a finish line. Something at the very least to stretch you. Back in the halcyon days of X Factor, when Simon still had passing acquaintance with a razor and Sharon looked older than she does now, I seem to remember they did about three challenges; numbers being whittled down painfully and agonisingly before the weary survivors learned their fate on a grand stage reminiscent of A Chorus Line. Now they had a right royal knees-up on Friday night on Cowell’s dollar, then the next day performed one song that they chose from a wide selection. Continue reading
James Nesbitt last night endured every man’s worst nightmare. No, he wasn’t forced to watch a rerun of last Saturday’s X Factor; he was starring in BBC Ones new thriller/drama ‘The Missing’ in which he lost sight of his young son in a foreign country for a mere moment. This minor lapse in attention led his alter ego Tony Hughes, and his family, into the horrific ordeal of a missing child situation; one that, 8 years on, where certain strands of this story pick up, still haunts him.
The Missing tells the story of the Hughes family’s agony on two separate timelines; one which builds up to and shows the immediate aftermath of Oliver’s tragic disappearance and the other which looks at how the characters continue to struggle in the present day, eight years later. The direction and writing of the episode, where characters are effectively introduced twice and events are portrayed in a non consecutive manner, keep viewers on their toes and hold attention perfectly. It is a tense hour of drama that you can’t take your eye off of for fear of missing anything; and the slow unfurling of the plot already allows, at this early stage, for pieces of the puzzle to start clicking together.
Any parent sitting watching ‘The Missing’ would have been wincing throughout the entire thing; feeling a cold dread in the pit of their stomach in the blink-and-you’d-miss-it moment where Tony loses sight of his son. Once it finished, I have no doubt many would have went upstairs and given their children extra tight hugs too for this is a drama that tells a brutally human story; in a non sensational way and it sticks with you long after it airs.
*High Five* we did it. We got to the end of the series. A feat made all the more amazing given that the producers make it as hard as possible for us to finally crown a bleedin’ winner. Personally I felt like I spent my whole weekend watching X Factor.
This year’s final was a struggle, wasn’t it? I mean the production was all very nice but, when push comes to shove, Marcus was just singing on a bad reproduction of the Pan Am set. So far, so zeitgeisty and Amelia was just marching around some sort of deranged princess in super-unflattering pink Doc Martens.
The Saturday song choices were quite strange as well. I have no idea why Marcus was encouraged to sing Hey Ya. It’s really fast, has lots of words in each phrase and it was pitched really weirdly. He sounded terrible in the choruses. It’s like someone wanted him to lose.
Little Mix became the millionth people to sing You Got The Love on TV and made me a bit sad inside as I hate any remix of this amazing classic. Well, that’s not entirely true. I hate the Florence version but I don’t mind the version they sang. Though to be honest what they were singing was irrelevant as it was overshadowed by The Furbys outfit. Ripped jeans? Really? Jesus actually wept. Who on earth thought that would be flattering?
Amelia Lily got to stomp and shout during Aint No Other Man so she must have been in her element. This was an ok song choice but odd staging. I got the feeling that the X Factor producers got overexcited, booked Wembley and then had to just fill the space anyway they could. More often than not they went with tons of dancers.
Last week we were treated to another double themed spectacular. It was ‘Songs To Get You To The Final’ and ‘Motown.’ One does wonder what Frankie would have sang if he’d survived this long. Something hideous no doubt. It’s actually not worth thinking about.
Now I know lots of people didn’t like Misha’s performance, but I think she smacked that song upside its head. Her staging was good, as was her vocal. Bravo, girl! Misha is also the only contestant who actually wears a stage costume. I like a girl that puts some effort in and creates a show.
Amelia Lily got the big song. You know, the one that everyone knows and likes. ‘Ain’t No Mountain High Enough’ is a tune! I have no idea why Misha didn’t fight for this, as she would have killed it. Amelia did her usual shouting thing, but pulled it off this week. Just. I really do worry for her – well, her throat actually. Amelia is clearly straining to sing and that can’t be good for her. Continue reading
Ohh that Tulisa. She’s a right cheeky one. Doing her arm salute thing without a thought given to Ofcom. Aside from her daring act of rebellion, this week was hard because the acts had to sing two whole songs. Well, not two songs really. More like one and a half – the songs are highly edited after all.
Little Mix opened the guilty pleasures-themed show with a “Baby” mash up. We had Beiber AND Diana Ross. It was more like their performances of a few weeks ago in that the vocals were a bit patchy at the start but they got better towards the end. Somewhere in the band there’s a weak link on the fast numbers. I’m going to make it my duty to work out which one it is.
Oooh, I feel a bit sick
Not entirely sure what Janet was doing with MmmBop. I kinda presumed the acts would like and KNOW the guilty pleasure song they chose. Forgetting the words was not ideal. The only way she could have saved that performance was if she really had thrown up on stage. Her hair looked nice though and some bits of the song were okay.
I have no idea why Misha B was dressed as a Yardie but I do know untold girls will be trying to rock the boobs-out sportswear look at next year’s Notting Hill Carnival. I think Girls Just Wanna Have Fun was a good song choice for her. She looked happy and it bizarrely suited her voice. I thought it might be a bit of a mess to be honest.
Marcus has got weak yo’. It’s like his voice only sounds good if he’s singing at full pelt and even then it’s sometimes a bit shaky. His first performance was good as he obviously likes all the running around and dancing and this time he did it without the weird Little Richard vibe.
Ohh hark at Amelia Lily – her hair isn’t pink any more. She seems to have replaced her hair dying time with fake tanning. Girl is orange. To her credit she did a proper guilty pleasure song and she did it fairly well. She’s good at belting out a note, but I don’t know how strong her voice is. It sounds a bit strained at times. Continue reading
Ohhh, Movie Week. In lots of ways, X Factor is kinda like a film. Maybe Ben Hur or summat. One of those super-long films you start watching and half way through you start looking for the exits and sizing up the risk of death if you were to jump out the window. This season is dragging, right? It’s not just me. At least in Movie Week the rules are pretty simple and the theme can’t really be put through some sort of “artistic” interpretation by the judges.
The British Buble
I’m sorry, did Craig HACTUALLY film a faux dream sequence with a straight face? The clips before the singing are getting weirder and weirder. A bus stop dream sequence – really?? Craig did his usual thing and sang well, but was a bit boring. I think we all need to come to terms with the fact that he’s going to be the British Buble and leave it at that. He managed to sing Licence To Thrill and thrilled no one. Awks. This is probably why he got the boot after a painful sing-off with Amelia. The judges took it to deadlock but he must have known he was going, as he was pretty much crying from the moment it was announced he wasn’t going straight through to next week.
Janet took a risk and performed with five trees on stage and yes, every single one of them had more charisma than her. This whole, “I’m so different, it’s so hard for me to be pop” thing is getting on my last nerve. She isn’t that different. I could go on a quick walk down Camden high street and trip over at least 13 girls who want to be breathy, singer-songwriter types. This week she sang Kiss Me and did okay. I wasn’t moved at all. It sounded pretty much like the original to me.
Amelia Lily, the comeback kid, the people’s champion, the underdog. Well, she’s behaving like a wronged woman, isn’t she? Saturday’s performance was all “look at me now, bitch!” and she was a little bit brilliant. I’m not sure she’s always in tune, but she just comes across really well and always banks a good performance. Tulisa said she’d never heard her song. Yeah, a judge on a music show said she’d never heard a massively popular song by Ms Aretha. God give me strength. I can allow her to piss about with themes, but saying she’s never heard Think? Good grief. Continue reading