Sunday, 5 August 2012

Scotsman TV Preview: Saturday 4th August 2012

This article was originally published in The Scotsman on 4th August 2012.

http://www.scotsman.com/

AMERICA'S ANIMAL HOARDER: TERROR AT THE ZOO – TRUE STORIES
Thursday, Channel 4, 10pm

COMING UP: POSTCODE LOTTERY
Monday, Channel 4, 11:05pm

THE SWIMMER
Monday, Channel 4, 11:40pm

Paul Whitelaw

I'm sure we can all agree that one of the last things you ever want to hear a local newsreader say is, “STAY INSIDE!” But that's precisely what the good people of Zanesville, Ohio were instructed to do last year, when a sprawling group of wild carnivores, including lions, leopards, tigers and bears, ran amok in their sleepy community.

This formidable menagerie belonged to local nuisance Terry Thompson, a thrill-seeking Vietnam veteran who took advantage of state laws allowing unrestricted ownership of exotic animals. You may recall a recent Louis Theroux documentary in which he visited several, at a push, well-meaning bozos who've figured that the ideal home for huge, proud African lions is in a cramped cage in their garden. The clumsily titled AMERICA'S ANIMAL HOARDER: TERROR AT THE ZOO – TRUE STORIES might be viewed as a nightmarish addendum to that programme, in which the cruelty, madness and dangers of keeping these creatures as pets is taken to its most severe extreme.    

However, despite the serious nature of the incident, this melodramatic account is not without its moments of bizarre humour. The recordings of police radio announcements - “We got a bear on the interstate” etc. - are pure Chris Morris, and the folksy understatement of the locals makes the whole thing feel like a deranged Frank Capra film. I particularly enjoyed the implacable police chief who dryly reveals that he first realised something was wrong after receiving a call from a woman complaining that a camel was eating her property.

And yet, offbeat detours aside, this is an undeniably dispiriting tale in which, despite there being no human casualties, almost all of Thompson's animals ended up dead. The shoot-to-kill tactics of the police and special response unit were heavily criticised at the time, but the programme makes it abundantly clear that none of them took any pleasure in their duties. A shortage of tranquillizer rifles left them with no choice but to massacre these healthy mammals in a deafening hail of bullets that haunts them to this day. One hardened officer can barely get through his recollections without breaking down in tears.

How did Thompson's animals manage to escape? That's a particularly disturbing yet ultimately mysterious twist that I'll leave you to ponder for yourself. But you'll be left in no doubt that it was a tragic accident waiting to happen. And despite the often shoddy and repetitive nature of this relentlessly unsubtle documentary, it maintains interest thanks to the sheer, magnetic strangeness of the central story.

Also, watch out for the most inadvertently hilarious closing caption in the history of documentary filmmaking.

Despite moaning in these very pages recently about the cruel, tasteless mendacity of Channel 4's factual entertainment output, it would be unfair to suggest that everything they do is without merit. The sturdy True Stories strand, for instance, showcases some of the best new documentaries from around the world (not that the aforementioned programme honours that brief), and their Coming Up series is the UK's only ongoing forum for short standalone dramas written and directed by TV newcomers.

Granted, 4 hardly goes out of its way to promote these commendable strands or, in the case of the latter, air them in anything other than graveyard slots, but at least they're out there.

The latest entrant, COMING UP: POSTCODE LOTTERY, is a poignant drama starring the great Con O'Neill as Jed, a conflicted man with terminal cancer who enters – or rather, crashes – into an ambiguous relationship with a fellow patient. Due to being located in the so-called “wrong” catchment area, Jed can't access the medication he so desperately needs, unlike his new friend. But when the situation goes further awry, he takes matters into his own hands in a surprising fashion. It's a slight tale, but beautifully performed by O'Neill and This Is England's Jo Hartley, and it makes its humane political point with calm and certainty.

One of four short films commissioned by Film4 and BBC Films as part of the London 2012 Festival, THE SWIMMER is a poetic, if inscrutable, paean to British culture from acclaimed Scottish filmmaker Lynne Ramsay (Ratcatcher; Morvern Callar).

Beautifully shot in pristine black and white, it follows a lone swimmer on a wordless, dreamlike and occasionally unsettling odyssey along a vast British river, accompanied only by haunting snippets of dialogue and music from classic British '60s films If..., Billy Liar, The Loneliness of The Long Distance Runner, and The Lord Of The Flies, as well as the stirring melodies of Vaughan Williams and John Barry.

It's an iconoclastic take on the theme of what it means to be British, and I'd be lying if I said I truly understood all of Ramsay's opaque illustrations. But that's not really the point, as it's clearly intended as an artwork to experience rather than fully comprehend. If that sounds like I'm making excuses for it, I should point out that it's richly atmospheric and never boring, and I'm glad that there's still room on Channel 4 for experimental oddities such as this.



Thursday, 26 July 2012

Russell Crowe's Bill Hicks Biopic

This blog was first published in The Scotsman on 25th July 2012.

http://www.scotsman.com/lifestyle/film/who-can-bring-bill-hicks-to-life-on-screen-1-2431147

The news this week that actor Russell Crowe is to direct a biopic of the late American stand-up comedian, Bill Hicks, triggered within me the Pavlovian response that always greets such news: whatever the film's potential merits, it's highly likely that the scenes depicting the comedian performing his material will fall embarrassingly flat.

That's not because Hicks wasn't funny – far from it, at his best he was hilarious – but because few dramatic actors are capable of accurately capturing the unique timing and delivery of the comic persona they happen to be inhabiting.

Take, for instance, Dustin Hoffman in Bob Fosse's Lenny, who, despite skilfully mimicking the cadences of Lenny Bruce's speech patterns, singularly failed to emulate the soul of his material. That, after all, is a tough call for any actor, even one as deft as Hoffman, which is presumably why there have been relatively few big screen biopics of comedians over the years, certainly when compared to the amount that have been made about musicians.

It's easier to recapture the spirit of a great musician on film, if only because lip-syncing to original recordings at least allows an actor to hide behind – and crudely celebrate - the actual art of the person they're portraying. But without the safety net of miming, an actor playing a comedian needs to somehow channel their comic essence using dramatically trained bones. I don't envy them.

This is why musical tribute acts are ten-a-penny, and why comedy tribute acts are almost unheard of. You can close your eyes and fleetingly believe in the former, but if the latter deviates even slightly from the familiar, nuanced delivery of the original artist, then it sounds like a woefully off-key cover version. Where the best comedians are concerned, their material is so much a part of their own personal outlook, it sounds awkward and false when emanating from anybody else.

That's presumably why the only truly successful example, at least as far as I'm concerned, is Jim Carrey's performance as situationist genius Andy Kaufman in Milos Forman's Man On The Moon. Carrey actually knows what it's like to perform comedy on stage, and that background must surely have informed his ability to recreate Kaufman's idiosyncratic routines and, crucially, make them funny.

So if Crowe has any sense – and interviews demonstrate that he at least has a sense of humour - then his best bet is to cast an actor, possibly an unknown, who has a strong understanding of the dynamics of stand-up comedy. Or Michael McIntyre, if he's available.

Saturday, 21 July 2012

The Curious Case Of Ricky Gervais

This bauble of thought was first published in The Scotsman on 19th July 2012.

NOTE: the following isn't intended as another article about a celebrity behaving like a prat on Twitter, because frankly who cares? But the car-crash antics of Ricky Gervais on the popular social networking site are so beyond the pale – yes, even in a world where Charlie Sheen exists – that they practically demand special attention.

In any case, they're symptomatic of a wider malaise within the confused mindset of the formerly chubby funster. Gervais isn't the first celebrity to let fame go to his head, but he's a fascinating example of someone who's obsessed with the trappings and pitfalls of celebrity, and yet who now fully embodies the very nightmare he once warned against.

I regard The Office as one of the greatest TV comedies of the last 20 years. Beautifully co-written, directed and performed by Gervais, it was an astute study of an embarrassing, needy, thin-skinned idiot who desperately craved affection, but who constantly caused offence due to his staggering lack of self-awareness. And yet here we are a decade later, where the line between David Brent and his creator is barely distinguishable.

Gervais spends most of his time on Twitter pompously instructing us on what we should and shouldn't be offended by, while obsessively deleting his more aggressive tweets and calling upon his vast army of sycophantic followers to shower abuse on anyone who dares criticise him. Perpetually on the defensive for crimes he's in the process of committing, he simply will not be challenged on anything.

You don't like his comedy? That's because you don't “get” it, and not because you think it's a load of poorly constructed rubbish with no consistent moral or logical centre. You're offended by his use of the word “mong”? That's because you haven't realised that it's no longer a derogatory term for someone with Down's Syndrome, despite an earlier stand-up routine about Susan Boyle proving that he clearly understands the specific connotations of the word.

The complex evolution of language and nuance of meaning are areas upon which Ricky Gervais is the sole arbiter, and woe betide anyone who disagrees. For someone who professes not to care what his critics think, he spends an awful lot of time getting upset over what his critics think.

Is it any coincidence that the heavily criticised “mong-gate” incident and catastrophic failure of Life's Too Short – in which he empowered the dwarf actor Warwick Davis by placing him in a toilet twice – was followed by Derek, a clumsily manipulative and overbearingly mawkish sitcom about a kind, gentle man with learning difficulties? But wait, hang on, he doesn't have learning difficulties at all, because Gervais says so. And what Gervais says is gospel. Not that he believes in gospel, given that he's an atheist who never tires of promoting his beliefs in the manner of a dim adolescent who believes he's blowing minds with every iconoclastic utterance.

Oh Ricky, what hast thou become?


TV PREVIEW: The Churchills, 4 Goes Mad, Head Case: Treat Yourself To Better Mental Health

This article was originally published in The Scotsman on Saturday 21st July 2012.

http://www.scotsman.com/lifestyle/tv-and-radio/tv-preview-the-churchills-4-goes-mad-head-case-better-mental-heath-1-2426501

THE CHURCHILLS
Thursday, Channel 4, 8pm

4 GOES MAD
Days and times vary, Channel 4

HEAD CASE: TREAT YOURSELF TO BETTER MENTAL HEATH
Friday, BBC2, 7pm
Paul Whitelaw

Let us ponder for a while upon the many moods of Channel 4. Firstly with THE CHURCHILLS, a new series in which loveable bigot David Starkey draws striking comparisons between Oor Winston and his ancestor, the Duke of Marlborough.

Although largely forgotten today, the latter was also a great war leader, who led Britain against the dictatorial tyranny of Louis XIV of France, much as his heir would do against Hitler. And it was, Starkey argues, Churchill's immersion in his expansive biography of Marlborough, written over nearly ten years, that transformed him from a jobbing back-bencher into the almost Godlike statesman he became. 

As much as I abhor Starkey's attitudes, I can't deny that he's an engaging orator (mind you, they said the same about... nah, I won't bother) whose visual essays rarely drag. He has a knack for spinning gripping historical yarns, the factual rigour of which I'll leave for the experts to debate.
Yes, the usual accoutrements - the melodramatic score and crash-zooms, topped by Starkey's hammy delivery as he wanders around stately homes like a bewildered tourist – are all present, but I find them amusing in their absurdity. And his enthusiasm, bordering on lust, for his subject is never in doubt.

But it says a lot about the sorry state of Channel 4 in 2012 that a risible buffoon presenting a history show counts as heavyweight programming, at least compared to the “dude, where's my soul?” guff they mostly churn out.

Now, before I go on I should point out that, since preview copies weren't available, I haven't seen any of the programme in 4's mental health awareness season, 4 GOES MAD, and it's quite possible that some of them will be of merit. But let's just consider that title, shall we? Jaw-droppingly insensitive, is it not? But then what should we expect from a channel that – to take a random example from many - titles its supposedly sensitive series about physical disfigurement, Beauty and The Beast: The Ugly Face of Prejudice?

4 wasn't always this way, of course. Tell Young People today that it was once a fantastically varied channel that prided itself on its bravery, wit and originality, and they'd say, “Why are you telling me this? I'm not interested.” But the point still stands.

The existence of 4 Goes Mad is indicative of its sorry decline into cheap sensationalism, where even the most serious of subjects must be tarted up with comedians and entertainment formats. It would doubtless argue that, by employing such a glibly light-hearted title, they're merely removing the stigma surrounding mental illness by treating it with a refreshing lack of austerity. But that's not what it's doing at all. It's not being clever and ironic. It's not being boldly provocative. It's being what it always is – a corporation without a whiff of class that systematically belittles important issues while laughing at gypsies. I hate to evoke that tired old phrase, “dumbing down”, but 4 is so dumbed down now it makes a BBC3 documentary about vajazzling look like The Ascent of Man.

On the one hand, it's good that it's drawing attention to this subject in a decent timeslot, but giving it that title is a particularly cruel, disingenuous case of having one's cake and eating it. “Hey, look, we're fulfilling our remit to present programmes of social value, but... imagine being mad! That would literally be bonkers!”

At the horrifying risk of echoing A.A. Gill's tiresome “Tristram” conceit, I think of 4 as a single entity, specifically a clueless middle-class man in his thirties called Ben who frequently describes things as “genius” and who's never met anyone who isn't like him.

Ben is responsible for the crassly titled likes of Ruby Wax's Mad Confessions (Monday, 10pm), in which the comedian encourages people to talk openly about their mental health problems, Jon Richardson: A Little Bit OCD (Tuesday, 10pm) in which the comedian investigates obsessive compulsive disorder, World's Maddest Job Interview (Wednesday and Thursday, 10pm) in which The Apprentice attack-dog Claude Littner has to guess whether applicants are mentally unbalanced or not, and Obsessive Compulsive Hoarder: The Big Clear Out (Thursday, 9pm) in which a man empties his home for his own safety.

Again, these may be perfectly legitimate programmes in themselves, but the overall demeanour of 4 stinks to high heaven. And yes, it does still occasionally produce excellent programmes, but the snide, superficial identity it's carved for itself tends to overshadow its better work. And, admittedly, those insensitive titles aren't usually the fault of the programme-makers themselves. That's 4's fault. That's Ben's fault.

Even the usually reliable BBC Scotland have been tainted by his influence. They're showing a mental health awareness documentary this week too, but in a moment of, well, madness, they've named it HEAD CASE: TREAT YOURSELF TO BETTER MENTAL HEALTH. It's a shame, because it's a sensitive and valuable programme in which young people talk frankly about the mental health problems that afflict one in four UK residents. Relaying their experiences directly to camera, they provide ultimately hopeful accounts of depression, anxiety, anorexia, bi-polar disorder and addiction. But oh, that title.

Monday, 9 July 2012

The Newsroom, Adam Buxton's Bug and Sinbad

This TV preview originally appeared in The Scotsman's Saturday magazine on 7th July 2012.

THE NEWSROOM
Tuesday, Sky Atlantic, 10pm

ADAM BUXTON'S BUG
Monday, Sky Atlantic, 9:30pm

SINBAD
Sunday, Sky 1, 7pm

Paul Whitelaw

Another week, another raft of new offerings from Sky, whose steamrollering mission to claim every major US import together with every comedian formerly employed by the BBC continues unabated.

Their latest trumpet-blaring acquisition is THE NEWSROOM, written and created by Aaron Sorkin of The West Wing renown. Despite being a television critic, and therefore automatically expected to kneel before the altar of Sorkin, I've never been a fan of his work. His signature writing style – that frenetic, mannered, pseudo-screwball dialogue – has always irked me with its self-consciousness and tacit self-regard, and his penchant for speechifying schmaltz only serves as a reminder that he isn't the modern-day Frank Capra of his dreams. I just find it very hard to enjoy writing that explicitly draws attention to itself.

What really staggers me about The Newsroom, however, is how it manages to confirm every criticism I have of Sorkin's writing to the extent that it borders on self-parody. Set within the confines of a fictional cable news channel, it's a typically sanctimonious and hectoring fable in which Jeff Daniels stars as a long-serving anchorman with a reputation for being bland and non-confrontational.

But his uncontroversial image is dramatically blown apart one day when, exhausted by the bickering partisanship that passes for mainstream political debate, he snaps during a live Q&A and delivers a rousing tirade about how – gasp! - America isn't actually the greatest country in the world. Scored to plangent piano, it's a laughable set-piece, mired in corn, and typical of Sorkin's worst excesses.

On and on he types, piling one unlikely contrivance onto another, as his ciphers clumsily declare their traits and motivations while failing to be even half as witty or clever as he thinks he is. There is absolutely no subtext to his writing, everything is so on-the-nose and mechanical. It's obvious that The Great Writer has no-one around him who's prepared to tell him to redraft his scripts, hence the sloppy, unconvincing, dramatically inert drivel he ends up with.

His only saving grace, in The Newsroom at least, is the vague sense of self-awareness that permits him to have characters dryly undermine some of the impassioned speeches he's so fond of writing, but that's hardly enough to excuse his prolix self-indulgence.

Steeped in cloying nostalgia for a non-existent epoch of American “greatness”, The Newsroom is just another Sorkin fantasy populated by idealised heroes who can barely get through a sentence without trumpeting their integrity.

The only highlight is Daniels, whose flinty charisma transcends the material, although British actress Emily Mortimer is miscast as his idealistic producer and – wouldn't you know it? - former lover. Sorkin's “sassy” dialogue sounds particularly excruciating when delivered by her. What's more, he completely fails to capture the surging excitement of a crack newsroom breaking a major corporate scandal - a rather significant failing given that that's the backbone of his story. Quite simply, it doesn't work on any level.

Whenever Sky Atlantic isn't busy importing disappointing HBO dramas, it likes to concern itself with producing vehicles for talented comedians that very few viewers will actually watch. Their latest is ADAM BUXTON'S BUG, a straightforward adaptation of his popular series of live shows in which he plays innovative music videos, and parodies the comments left beneath them online.

On paper it sounds like the laziest idea in the world – cheap TV writ small – until you factor in Buxton's natural wit and charm. Sarcastic but never cruel, his mockery of the pompous, insensitive and grammatically wayward idiots who congregate on the bottom half of the internet feels entirely justified, especially when tempered with a pleasing assault of childish silliness.

Mostly stationed behind his laptop throughout, Buxton displays a near heroic willingness to
behave as stupidly as possible in the pursuit of laughs. A sunny riot of daft voices, songs, and tortuous puns, he's an underrated clown who deserves to be better known. Sadly, I doubt that this slight yet often very funny show will bring him that attention.

Finally, Sky once again attempts to establish itself as a producer of homegrown drama, this time with a twelve-part adaptation of SINBAD. Billed as a family show, although evidently aimed squarely at children, it's an energetic yet curiously humourless fantasy adventure in which our sea-faring hero battles mediocre villains and unconvincingly rendered CGI monsters. And despite its target audience, it's surprisingly violent and nasty in places. Hardly the stuff of nightmares, perhaps, but the tone is inconsistent.

What's more, with his slippers, culottes and eyeliner, the young actor playing Sinbad looks more like a crestfallen underwear model on a gap year than a hardy adventurer. He isn't bad exactly, just bland.


Filmed on location in Malta, it tries its best to position itself as an epic, but ultimately lacks that all-important sense of wonder. All the key elements are in place -

from soothsayers babbling portentous nonsense to dramatic rooftop chases and acres of skulduggery – but that's the fundamental problem: it all feels very familiar. But it may well capture the attention of some of the younger viewers who actually tune in to watch it. Good luck with that, Sky.

Friday, 29 June 2012

Larry Charles: WORD interview

This is a recent interview I did with Larry Charles for the soon to be late, but perennially great, WORD magazine. We chatted for about an hour, so there was a fair bit of his wit and wisdom that I didn't have room to include in the finished article. I'll knock that into shape and post it soon. It'll be like a DVD extra and everything.

FACETIME - LARRY CHARLES

Paul Whitelaw

Anyone familiar with the generous bounty of behind-the-scenes extras on the Seinfeld DVD sets will recognise Larry Charles in an instant. Whereas everyone else looks relatively conservative, Charles, with his warlock mane and biker beard, appears to have gatecrashed proceedings en route to a Jerry Garcia memorial concert. 

His distinctive appearance is matched by his idiosyncratic output, most notably on Seinfeld, where during its first five seasons he penned some of the most ambitious and offbeat episodes, and as director of Sacha Baron Cohen's Borat and Bruno films. 
Having exposed the casual bigotry endemic within certain portions of the American psyche with those wild guerilla mock-doc's, the pair explore similarly explosive territory with their latest film, The Dictator, in which Baron Cohen plays a hubristic Middle-Eastern despot transplanted to the streets of New York.

But if Charles, with his penchant for risky provocation, has found the ideal partner in Baron Cohen, his key collaborator is still Larry David, the co-creator of Seinfeld and writer/star of peerless HBO farce Curb Your Enthusiasm. They first met as writers on '80s sketch show Fridays – prior to which Charles hung around comedy clubs literally selling jokes to the likes of Jerry Seinfeld – and have worked together ever since (Charles has directed numerous episodes of Curb).

Despite being “in the throes of waking up” during our conversation, he's every inch the energised comedy philosopher, betraying an uncurbed enthusiasm for the endlessly fascinating possibilities of his craft, not only as mere entertainment but also as a probing psychosociological scalpel (believe me, ten minutes in his company and you'd be using such terms too).

Speaking in a garrulous drawl with a hint of Brooklynese, Charles coincidentally grew up in the same Jewish neighbourhood as Woody Allen and Larry David. Whatever they put in the water there, it clearly fostered several shared sensibilities between them.

If you think about that scene in Annie Hall ,” says Charles, “when Woody's a kid and he realises that the world's going to come to an end in billions of years - that's a bleak thought and I was always really able to relate to that. I've always had a morbid curiosity for everything, and the truth that underlines the reality beyond the reality that we live in. Growing up at a time in the '60s and '70s when there was a lot of experimentation with drugs and art, society and politics, I think I was very, very influenced by all of that.”

Both Borat and Bruno were largely unscripted, whereas The Dictator is, relatively speaking, a more conventional comedy. But does it bear any similarities to those films?

It's along the same lines, actually. The themes of Borat and Bruno have a lot do with the world's perception of America. Borat came out during the Bush administration, and it really gave an interesting outside illumination of the American mindset and how they approach people from other countries with such ignorance and naiveté. Bruno, obviously, was about this rampant homophobia that lies under the surface of American and global society. And The Dictator arrives in a political climate where there's the Arab Spring, where the concept of democracy and governmental systems are being questioned. And we see very clearly during the Wall Street meltdown and all these things, how we talk about dictatorships - we point our fingers at other countries and tell them they're not running their countries properly, but here we've discovered that corporations have undue influence over what we call democracy; freedom is suppressed in much more subtle ways. So the movie is extremely relevant and topical in respect of that.

You essentially used real people – who thought they were taking part in a straight documentary – as stooges in Borat and Bruno. What do you think that approach revealed about their attitudes?

The human insight that those movies provide, they tap into people's vanity, people's ego and hubris. What people should do in those situations when they're being asked to appear in something they don't really understand, they should be saying no. But many people feel they have something very important to say, they're flattered by the attention and being on camera, and they wind up eventually revealing their true self. It becomes almost like a therapy session in a way, where it's not just what you're saying, there's also a subtext and eventually that rises to the surface. I mean, Sacha is extremely sophisticated about psychological experiments like the Milgram experiment, we discuss these things quite often in terms of how people let their guard down, how people hear what you're saying and respond to what you're saying; just that very process of communication is fascinating.

An unusual aspect for you when making those films was that – after shearing off your hair and beard – you had to play the offscreen part of a serious documentary filmmaker in order to convince the participants of your supposedly innocent intentions. Was that strange for you?

Yes, there was a whole parallel reality going on. People would stop the filming sometimes in the middle of a scene, they'd go, “Wait a minute, is this real?” And I would go, “Yes, it's real.” But in my mind I was like, “It's not exactly the reality you think it is, but it is very real.” But no arms were twisted, no manipulation takes place at that point. They have the right to say whatever they want, they're not being told what to say – they're being moved in a certain direction in the conversation, but their choices are their choices. So there is an element of volition to it.

Is the adrenaline pumping when you're, for all intents and purposes, pulling off an elaborate prank?

No question about it, that's one of the greatest gifts about this style of filmmaking. You're essentially like a bank robber! We don't scout locations, we case the joint. I'm looking for exits, how we're going to get out and run away. And then when we go in and accomplish the scene, we come running out giggling and giddy because it's so exhilarating - we got away with it!

Your work with Sacha seems to be informed by an almost countercultural or situationist desire to subvert reality.

It's snapping people out of a certain mindset, and I think Ken Kesey and The Merry Pranksters did that. Andy Kaufman is another great example, and he was someone I knew peripherally and watched admiringly for many years. They were testing the boundaries of what is art, what is entertainment, what is the relationship between the audience and performer? All those questions are very fascinating to me as part of the process, and with Sacha we're able to put some of those things into practice in a rather commercial filmmaking format. It's really surprising to bring those two forces together and have them synthesise and create a dialectic that becomes its own form in a way. There's been many great comedy characters, but applying some of these verite techniques, these Dogma techniques, to a mainstream comedy, that wound up being an almost accidentally revolutionary idea.

You directed Bob Dylan in the film Masked And Anonymous, which you also co-wrote together. What was that experience like?

I recall it as nothing short of life-changing. The first time I met him he had a shoe box, and he was like, “I don't know what to do with all of this.” And he opened the box and dumped out a pile of scrap paper. I picked up some of the scraps and they'd have a single line on it, like a line that could be in a song or the name of a character. So I said you could take this line, that could be said by this character and so on. I started to show him how to put that puzzle together, and he realised it's very similar to the way he writes music. So we wrote the screenplay in a kind of almost automatic writing or cut-up technique. He's someone with complete integrity, somebody who totally trusts his instincts.

Did he confound you in any way?

One day he had a line for the movie that acually wound up being a lyric for one of his songs - “I ain't no pig without a wig” - and I'd been working with him long enough to be able to talk to him this way, even though I admired him and worshiped him, I said, “Bob, you know, even in this movie people aren't going to understand that line.” And he just turned to me and said, “What's so bad about misunderstanding?” And he was right: what is so bad about misunderstanding? In your artisitic and personal process he is challenging you all the time. People will say to him, “What were you thinking when you went electric at Newport?” And he'll say, “What were you thinking?” He's really not accepting anything at face value, which is very similar to a comic's sensibility. It's the way Sacha and Larry David approach life, and me as well, we always ask why. And that's a dangerous question in this society quite often.

As you say, Larry David is a man of integrity - it seems that if he ran out of good ideas for Curb tomorrow, he simply wouldn't make another series...

That's such a non-corporate, non-commercial approach, and that's why he's an artist. Even when he wasn't successful he never did anything he thought wasn't right. He always did what he thought was right regardless of the consequences. He has that kind of unwavering integrity, he will not compromise. He's unable to compromise. And the result was that he was able to keep that vision intact as it went through that very corporate system.

And it's that commitment to making something of lasting quality, isn't it?

Myself, Sacha, Larry, we're all very competitive guys on a base level. We want to make the best show, we want each episode to be the best episode, we want each movie to be the best movie. We want to top the thing we did last time; we have very ambitious aspirations. We don't want to make Borat II, we don't want to do Seinfeld spin-offs. I want to provide the audience with something fresh and unpredictable. Our conclusion is that the audience craves that experience, they want to be taken out of the normal machine entertainment that they're fed. What I've always been committed to, like Larry and Sacha, is a certain level of instinct to the material. You can have political satire, subtle character humour, deft verbal humour, very silly, graphic and course humour, all within the same framework. So it's an incredible epic canvas to choose from, like you're looking at a Bruegel painting or something. A great painting you can stand in front of all your life, and we're trying to make something in our world that has that kind of resonance.

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The Late, Lamented WORD Magazine

The news today that the WORD magazine is to cease publication has come as a great blow, for staff, contributors and devoted readers alike. It was an outstanding magazine - I was already a long-standing fan before I started writing for it in 2008 - and sadly, undoubtedly, the last print publication of its kind. We simply will not see its like again. And that makes the world a slightly less interesting place.

On a purely personal note, I want to thank the great Mark Ellen and Kate Mossman for being two of the most open, enthusiastic and supportive editors I've ever worked with. And I'd also like to thank them for giving me the opportunity to interview at length the likes of Larry Charles, Armando Iannucci, Rob Brydon, Paul Whitehouse, Charlie Higson, Stewart Lee, Charlie Brooker, Ricky Gervais, Stephen Merchant and others I can't recall at the moment.

I'll post some of those interviews on this blog in due course.

So, goodbye, dear WORD. Writing for you was a genuine honour, and among those of us who care about what you were and represented, you will never be forgotten.

RIP.