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Scooter, Skeeter, Spud.
In one of the few non-Murdoch pieces in today’s Guardian, critic Peter Bradshaw asks, “Why are closing credits full of nicknames?” Grips, wranglers, animators, all kinds of below-the-line employees opt for their contractual credit to include the nickname by which they’re known within the industry. Why? Mainly it’s the internet. Crew members choose to be…
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The Killing 2
No spoilers, but thanks to a friend with connections I’ve been getting a sneak preview of Forbrydelsen II and it (probably wisely) doesn’t attempt to replicate the first season’s slow-burning emotional drive. It’s more of a mystery thriller, revolving around a deeply-buried secret in the recent past of a Danish military unit. Imagine if Michael…
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Manchester Events
Got a couple of things going on in Manchester in July, and as the month’s speeding toward us I suppose I’d better a) mention something about them, and b) start getting psyched about what I’m going to do. Both events take place at “Manchester’s perfect pub” the Lass O’Gowrie near Oxford Road, and the first…
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My Start
It’s only looking back that I realise how fortuitous my career timing was. With just one spec Saturday Night Theatre script it was like I stepped into radio’s National Theatre. My very first producer (on The Humane Solution) was the legendary John Tydeman, who’d pretty much launched the careers of Joe Orton and Tom Stoppard.…
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‘king Crimson
I’ve been catching up with The Crimson Petal and the White and it’s an encouraging reminder of BBC2’s much better days, though I’m uneasy at the BBC’s current operating assumption that the only acceptable historical drama involves shagging or lesbians. Don’t get me wrong, I’ll happily watch either, but the feeling’s like that of reading…
Hauling Like A Brooligan
Stephen Gallagher
