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| TV,
Jerry Carpenter,
20 January 1999 |
Rating: F2
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And the knives are out already ladies and gentlemen, because I read an article by the writer of this London set horror series a week ago and I HATED him. Not only did the tone of his piece about modern horror suck in its banality, but the guy’s press shot – heavy metal moron with finger on chin thoughtfully – made me choke on my toast - what a Dick. So definitely a judging on the book cover in the works.
Its eleven separate stories all filmed on a low, low budget around London, mixing old style horror with a bit of tiring London street style. So there’s a lot of ‘punchy’ dialogue, and dance-rhythm soundtrack, and dodgy film-school editing, and shit acting. Yup it’s got bags of that. Maybe half an hour isn’t time to get this stuff across, the plot rambles around uncertainly in the ones I’ve seen, and just when it’s hitting a pace it’s the last five minutes and everything gets fumbled and rushed and you’re left feeling cheated.
My annoyance about this stems partly from the missed opportunity syndrome. I’ve always been miffed by UK horror TV in the recent past because it’s wants to be so classy. It wants to be proper drama, and you usually end up with an hour long Carlton ghost story with barley any supernatural elements at all, just lot’s of dull middle-class introspection. This series has none of those aspirations, and to be fair, it seems keen to pile on the trash factor, but the low-budget and appalling dialogue sink it in seconds. Why make eleven on the cheap when you could make half that, have twice the budget and more time to write them properly ?. Then again, as my zombie Dad says, no matter how thin you slice ‘em, they’re still baloney.
Channel 5 Wed 10.00 BST
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