Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Eastenders Plunges the BBC into the Depths of Banality



Who has replaced Eastenders with the pathetic production that tarnishes our television screens? I used to be a fan. Now, I find it embarrassing to watch a programme that has reached new depths of TV mediocrity. The once popular soap has become a hybrid of third-rate fantasy and badly performed farce (pronounced in this case as ‘eff-in-arse).
To spare its blushes, BBC should condense the weekly episodes into a fifteen minute ‘how not to produce drama’ slot on any Saturday morning children’s ‘knockabout/slapstick’ show.
Thank goodness, ‘The Clangers’ are making a comeback.
Apart from amateurish scripts—who writes this drivel?—and wooden acting from brainwashed actors, the plots bear as much relevance to reality as the existence of human life on Uranus. The episodes have become so predictable, the characterisations so inconsistent, the situations so unreal that Den Watts and Arthur Fowler would be welcome resurrections to save the soap from its current death-bed.
To uphold its reputation, the BBC must dismiss the producers, hire a complete new cast and engage writers who live in the real world. The current players—their careers must be in freefall to appear in such trash— could find useful commission-based employment as washing machine salespersons in some place called Albert Square. It is easily recognisable by its 24/7 market and residents who spend most of their waking hours either in the bizarrely-run public house—is there no longer a licensed trade advisor to the programme?—or the ‘caff’ that guarantees you will always meet people you do not wish to meet.
If I lived in the east end of London, I would be upset and angry at the BBC’s distorted portrayal of the vibrant community that has developed there.   

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