Empty Orchestra
The usual misogyny and social snobbery from Dennis Potter without any real insights into either condition. Fine for the narcissistic middle-classes but what about the rest of us? We are left to laugh at the sheer triviality of the childish personal problems of the main characters. POTTER was so far up his own fundament as a man and as a writer that he could never relate to the real world enough to create believable and credible dramas after 1980. This is exacerbated here by references to his better work buried in this drama.
Like so much of Stephen King's work, the story here focuses on a writer who is ill and burned-out and unable to separate fact from fantasy. No wonder British tv is so awful when this is the very best that it can produce: Self-indulgent mediocrity pretending to be art.
Not particularly well-cast and indifferently-acted, the characters are never more than clichés and stereotypes. And what is this really all about other than its own existence and the ineffectual characters presented?
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