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I never liked Morse on TV, mostly because I found John Thaw a boring actor. Admittedly I only saw bits of it when I was younger, and I might even enjoy it now, but that's my abiding idea of the Oxford-based detective. This opinion has now changed after reading the 5th book in Dexter's Morse series (I've only got a couple of them from bargain thriller box-sets) in which the inspector investigates an apparent suicide and subsequent murder in suburbia.
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The Morse in the book bares little resemblance to my version based on the bits of Thaw I've seen, which may or may not be accurate. In the book, Morse is spikey, obstinate and barely even around for a chunk at the beginning. Dexter crafts the mystery with considerable skill, moving between characters and providing red herrings, involving Morse in a personal capacity with the victim, and generally creating a believable, solid world for the characters to inhabit. I was surprised that Lewis, Morse's TV sidekick, had very little to do in this mystery, but then he wasn't particularly needed - much of the investigation is fuelled by the inspector's close-association with the tragic victim. I was surprised by the ending, in that I hadn't been able to work out whodunnit, and overall I was left feeling much more positive about this Morse chap, and happy to read more.
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It's easy to see why Dexter's Morse is so popular. An excellent mystery, deftly written.
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I have decided that were I able to travel back in space and time to any period, I'd choose to go back to twenties Hollywood to witness the spectacle of the movies - the birth of sound, of animation, Walt Disney, a time when movie stars were Stars, not celebrities, when they retained a mystique and weren't like mere mortals like you or I. And through Hugo and The Artist, two critically acclaimed movies set around the period I'm talking about, my dream came true, for a few hours at a time at least.
Hugo is an atypical Martin Scorcese fantasy about a young boy (Asa Butterfield) who lives in a Paris train station with a broken clockwork man for company. Through his friendship with Isabelle (Chloe Grace Moretz) he discovers silent-movie pioneer George Mélies (Sir Ben Kinglsey) working in his station.
The Artist is a French-made movie set in Hollywood, in black and white, full-screen, and silent. They really don't make them like that anymore! The stars and director of the OSS 117 spoofs reunite to create a film that doesn't parody early silent movies, rather it celebrates the ingenuity of the form and uses the same story-telling devices to construct a plot akin to Singin' in the Rain (talkies coming along to make silent stars redundant) that still manages to feel fresh and involving in a world of CGI and special effects.
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Both movies are utterly magical - but I'd have to say that Hugo was suprisingly the one I found most enjoyable. Hugo looks beautiful, the train station set is gorgeous and Scorcese's camera-work, even in 2D, is breath-taking. Butterfield and Moretz are charming and surrounded by some fantastic English actors, including Kinglsey and Richard Griffiths, and the fantastic 'villain' played by Sacha Baron Cohen, who turns out to actually have a heart in a very real way. Once the young protagonist discovers who Mélies is, or was, the movie becomes more than an adventurous fantasy and turns into a love-letter to the filmmakers of the early 20th Century, and the whole thing becomes even more magical and exciting.
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The continuing adventures of celluloid Holmes and Watson, starring Robert Downey Jr and Jude Law in Victorian London, plus the return of Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Freeman as Sherlock and John, modern day problem solvers on a TV budget.
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Very little seems to have been written, at least in the things I read, discussing these two very different adaptations in the same breath, which is odd considering they both back in sequels released/broadcast within a few weeks of the other. The movie is a less cerebral, more visceral, action-packed affair than the trio of new episodes, yet each 'product' is recognisably Sherlock Holmes, and each is a joy to behold. Key to each is the chemistry between the duo of actors in the starring roles - Downey Jr and Law seem so comfortable sparking off each other, while Freeman is a knockout as his (platonic) love for quirky Cumberbatch's super-sleuth translates through to the audience. A Game of Shadows is more fun, more assured than its predecessor, and the inclusion of both Stephen Fry, as Holmes' brother Mycroft, and Jared Harris as nemesis Moriarty are masterstrokes. The TV show has an equally compelling villain in Andrew Scott's Jim Moriarty, and the final episode, in which he sets Sherlock up for an almighty fall was nail-biting stuff. Damn Stephen Moffat's love of cliff-hangers!
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I reiterate my complaint from my review of Sherlock: Series 1: 3 episodes is not enough! Even if they are each feature length. While it's nice to see Noomi Rapace on screen in A Game of Shadows it would have been even better if her character had something useful to do - the dearth of female characters gives a real boys' own adventure feel to the film. Women are better served in the TV version, particularly Lara Pulver's Irene Adler - I hope we see more of her next series (although in the infamous naked scene we've already seen quite a bit).
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Worthy successors and happy bedfellows, each adaptation/version has a lot to recommend it.
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I spotted this title and a few others in the series in the excellent Yorkshire Book Clearance Outlet in Skipton. I picked up the first one and delved in pretty quickly, thinking if it was good I'd get the rest...
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The best thing about Dead Witch Walking is the set up: Rachel is a witch who works for an FBI-type unit that deals with crimes by supernatural beings - since a virus wiped out a quarter of the human population 40 years ago, werewolves, vampires and witches, among other things, came out of hiding and now exist semi-peacefully alongside humanity itself. I guess you could see a gay/straight parallel in there if you look closely. Anyway, Rachel decides to quit the bureau, moves into a church with her sexy vampire friend and pixy assistant in order to set up on her own...
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I've no idea how the book turns out though as I gave up halfway through. From an intriguing set up, Harrison over-writes an oddly uninvolving, and at times simply boring, plot. Maybe it is my Creative Writing course that has alerted me to poor writing, or maybe this is just plain bad. Either way, I semi-reluctantly gave up. I've decided that there are far too many other books out there to be read without wasting my time slogging through something I'm not enjoying. Needless to say, I won't be picking up any more books in this series.
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A crushing disappointment that did not live up to the promise of the premise.
The Christmas / New Year period was fairly busy for some reason, and it's only since this last weekend I've been able to unwind, at least that's how it feels. So I'm going to do a quick catch up on the stuff I've been watching and reading to bring me up to date to start the new year.
Back at the end of 2011 I loved every minute of Forbrydelsen II / The Killing II (2009). While not as long or perhaps as compelling as the first series, the second still held my rapt attention. Sarah Lund returned to Copenhagen to track a series of killings involving the army and incident in Afghanistan many years before. Grisly murder scenes and lots of pensive Lund moments mixed with new politician Thomas Buch's investigations into his predecessor's conduct as Justice Minister combined for some pretty exciting TV. I did not see the ending coming AT ALL and it was super intense. The intelligent way that The Killing handles plot, character and drama makes it one of my favourite show of the year. Roll on series 3!
Another returning series was Merlin: Series 4, which kicked things up a notch early on by dispatching Uther (and Lancelot) and crowning Arthur King of Camelot, before treading water with some ho-hum warlock-of-the-week episodes before shifting gear again on the overarching plot and marrying off the new king to Gwen. Still no sign of Merlin revealing his magical secret to his best mate and boss, but there were more interesting developments that almost got forgotten in the final episode of the series when the boy magician finished off evil Agravaine! I'm sure that's going to come back to haunt Merlin and add some angst to series 5.
The small yet perfectly formed Rev came back with a new series that saw some big name guest stars in Reverend Adam Smallbone's tiny congregation. Still funny, endearing and often unexpectedly, refreshingly rude, Rev still feels like a hidden gem.
While in Crewe for New Year I had the 'pleasure' of watching a few bits and pieces on my in-laws' new 3D TV, including some Kylie concert, a bit of a CGI movie and a whole programme in the form of nature documentary The Bachelor King 3D. Narrated by Sir David Attenborough the over-long one off followed the life and times of a king penguin - at least it purported to do, until the closing credits revealed that the penguin lead was actually 'played' by several different birds. The 3D was a nice touch, but as I've said before, watching something in 3 dimensions does not improve the actual experience. It's a novelty and nothing more, and after 75 minutes with heavy 3D glasses it's also a bit of a headache. The programme was good, though didn't shed any new light on the lives of a well-documented species.
TV short Ice Age: A Mammoth Christmas was charming though distinctly odd. I understand the conceit of talking mammoths, sloths, etc, but I just cannot credit the presence of a human Santa Claus or the very notion of Christian Christmas many thousands (millions?) of years too early. I know it's a kids' holiday special but come on! Paradoxes aside, the short was a lot of fun and made me want to finally watch the movie sequels to the not-quite-classic-but-better-than-most-cgi-movies original.
I found time to read a couple of books over Christmas. The first I actually received as a gift last year, The Interrogative Mood (2010) by Padgett Powell. A bizarre 'novel' constructed entirely throughout its 164 pages by a random string of questions. It's an odd beast, and not really my idea of a novel, but it's hardly non-fiction either. Occasionally there seem to be groups of questions that link but there is no connected through-line. Strangely the overall impression of the book is that whatever it is, it works. It really has to be read to be believed.
More straightforward was Kate Mosse's Labyrinth (2005), an epic grail quest that feels incredibly sedate compared to the Da Vinci Code. I say grail quest, it's not until the last third of the novel that the relic evens merits a mention. Before that the story is split between Alice in the present and Alaïs in the 13th century as the former pieces together bits of the life of the latter until both narratives cleverly converge in the same cave in the French Pyrenees. I rarely had this book out of my hands over New Year, I very much relished the dual-narrative style, the subject matter and the wonderfully drawn characters. I particularly liked Alaïs' experiences in a foreign country and a dim and distant past for the fact that both aspects of her life were so different and original. Where Dan Brown's book felt like a thriller for the MTV generation, Labyrinth was more like a 20 part Danish drama, slowly unfolding over time to reveal a deftly plotted adventure.
