I’m going to start this post by saying that I’m aware that I’m no TV critic – even though I watch a hell of a lot of it.
Like most people I’m usually knee deep in Netflix of a weekend and can binge watch a box set with the best of them, but I thought I’d comment on some of the telly I’ve been enjoying this week…with a sneaky YouTube mention thrown in.
If you’ve never watched Naked Attraction, then you’re in for one hell of a treat.
Well, no you’re not actually.
At the heart (or groin) of Naked Attraction is a dating show, where you first judge the suitability of your date by giving their genitals a good ol’ scrutinise. Key questions asked by host Anna Richardson during this Segway into pube town include:
- What kind of labia do you like?
- Are you into smooth balls?
- Hair or no hair?
- How about that for a penis?
OK, so I’m paraphrasing a bit, but you get the idea.
It all kicked off on Twitter when on Thursday evening a woman appearing on the show spent 20 minutes boasting about her body hair in the manner of an empowered feminist, only to confess that she’d removed it all after the date was successful so that she could bed said date.
Credit where it’s due, she did then tweet me to advise that the removal of her body hair was actually her idea, and that it was a careful ploy all along to appear on telly with a merkin to conceal her nethers…
I think one thing we can all agree on is that nobody’s genitals – no matter who they are (and I can say that, I also have them) – are attractive. The very concept of getting to know someone by first looking at their balls is lost on me, but then I’ve always been more of an eye person.
Daredevil – Season 3 (Netflix)
When you’re not all that keen on superhero movies, shows or comic books, it can be difficult to become enthused about anything Marvel related, but Daredevil is worth the investment.
Charlie Cox (nom) plays Matt Murdoch – the titular Daredevil – blind but deadly and committed to saving Hell’s Kitchen from an IRL Stay Puft Marshmallow Man (Wilson Fisk, played by the brilliant Vincent D’Onofrio).
This season, Matt’s slowly recovering from his brush with death and the loss of Elektra at the end of season 2, choosing to recover in his childhood church/home. As he slowly regains his strength, he’s forced to battle Fisk again, as Fisk manages to worm his way into the favours of the FBI via scare tactics and piles of dosh.
It’s a battle of wits (and fists) and one of those frustratingly shitty situations whereby it feels like the good guy might never win, all because Fisk wants to curry favour with the people of Hell’s Kitchen and get his girlfriend back (lame).
He’s also simultaneously forced to fend off the attacks of a sociopathic FBI special agent with a disturbed childhood (hilariously named Poindexter) who’s taken to impersonating Daredevil to carry out Fisk’s deranged schemes.
I’m not going to go into more detail, as if you’ve not seen the first two seasons you’ll want to catch up; but we rinsed this series in the space of five days and can honestly say if you’ve got 13 hours to spare lying on the sofa looking at the TV it’s a good investment.
Those were the words that came to mind as I finished watching the live Halloween broadcast on BBC 2 on Sunday (28th November).
It started out simply enough; doddery Arthur Flitwick arrives home with a mobile phone he found in a graveyard, with the aim of returning it to its rightful owner. You can probably predict what’s going to happen next? Wrong. As the sound began to falter a few minutes in, I began to think all was lost. Until at nine minutes in, it dropped out entirely…
What followed was like a fantastical bad dream, with cuts back to the studio where all hell was about to break loose, interspersed with archive footage about a tragic fire at the Granada Studios and disturbed spirits – or gremlins – in the machine, messing with our heads.
Reece and Steve are kings of what they do. It was a modern day Ghostwatch, which simultaneously freaked us out and kept us hooked throughout its 30-minute run. I was still questioning whether it was truly over after the credits rolled…
Anyone who knows me knows that I’m an absolute sucker for a crime documentary.
YouTube is my Mecca of TV re-runs, to the point where my morning routine is often accompanied by a recommended viewing of a documentary as served up to me by the YouTube Gods.
This week, this one popped up. A typically crappy situation where a greedy, manipulative man manages to orchestrate the murder of his ex-wife with the help of his British ex-pat mate Paul Cryne, who had been living in Thailand when he was offered £30k to off Sharon.
It’s all utterly despicable. The even more utterly ludicrous thing is that the husband believed anyone would believe his bullshit. Especially when he tried to pass off his ambling around a shopping centre looking through windows as an ‘alibi’ (a shoddy attempt at putting himself away from the scene of the crime when Sharon was strangled at home).
For anyone with an interest in how criminal cases are dissected, I can recommend this one.
Image credits: Naked Attraction – Channel 4; Daredevil – Netflix; Inside No. 9 – Richard Ansett/BBC; Who Killed Sharon Birchwood: Police Tapes – ITV.