Showing posts with label BBC. Show all posts
Showing posts with label BBC. Show all posts

13 February 2010

Advertising sport as a TV show

The British TV licence fee money is, all told, put to fine use, if the UKers amongst you don't mind me saying so. Take the BBC's promo film for their Winter Olympic coverage, rightly praised by Joy in Mudville:


Good and all as it is, it still doesn't match its counterpart for the 2008 Summer games, made by Jamie Hewlett and Damon Albarn from Gorillaz:


I've just watched that for the first time in a year and a half, and it's once again put a smile on my face. What's more, all this gives me hope that Auntie Beeb might come up with something stunning to promote the World Cup. I'm looking into the future ... I see ... George's crosses ... lots of George's crosses ... three lions ... a red jersey ... a close-up of Ashley Cole's face ...

Oh.

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12 September 2009

A feat of Derren Brown-style misdirection



City? Football? Vot iz zis "football" of vich you are being speaking of?

Moving on, here's something really good. This is Black Power Salute, a documentary aired by the BBC before last year's Olympic Games. It tells the story of Tommie Smith* and John Carlos' protest on the rostrum at the 1968 Games and the intrigue surrounding it. Part one is above. The YouTube playlist is here. It's well worth an hour of your time.

* Something that gets understandably lost in all this, but which I think is still worth noting, is that Smith won the 200m in a time of 19.83s. Yes, it was at altitude, but that is seriously, historically, good.

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16 March 2009

Hands across the web

Q: Would some of the greatest poetry in the English Language simply be reduced to cliché if spoken by some ex-footballers on a couch in a television studio?

A: Yes.

For a longer version of the above, wander over to the wonderful A More Splendid Life where I have once more ripped off channelled the spirit of Alan Coren in a guest post.

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22 February 2009

Sport is a load of TV shows

Here's a heads-up for anyone who can receive BBC Four. The station has a bunch of football programmes in the next few days. Some of them are repeats but are well worth catching again.

On Sunday night/Monday morning at 0050 is Communism and Football which, as the title cunningly implies, is about the effect the eastern bloc regimes had on the game with specific reference to -- if I recall correctly -- the cases of Nikolay Starostin and Eduard Streltsov.

Monday has a terrific line-up. First up is Maradona: In the Hands of the Gods, a film about five freestyle fotballers' quest to meet the great man. The words "freestyle footballers" don't exactly do anything for me; and, inevitably, "[a]long the way they find that it wasn't just Diego they were searching for, but something inside themselves as well", so I'm not too hopeful about this one, but you never know.

And anyway, there are three great shows to follow. Barça - The Inside Story is a behind-the-scenes look at Joan Laporta's first season as president of Barcelona in 2003/4. I can't recall another film that had such access to the higher levels of such a huge club, and it's terrific stuff. We even get to see the beginnings of the rift with Sandro Rosell, the shadow of which still looms.

After that is Gods of Brazil, about the contrasting fortunes of Pelé and Garrincha. It's wonderful, but you probably guessed that. As well as being a compelling story, we get to see some of those wonderful clips of Garrincha in action. Yes, I know you can get that on YouTube, but this time you'll get to see it on an actual television screen for a change. Anyway, if you can, make a special point of watching this one.

Then comes Football and Fascism. This companion to Communism and Football deals with the death of Mathias Sindelar, Italy's hosting of the 1934 World Cup and the tug-of-love custody battle between Barcelona and Real Madrid for Alfredo di Stefano. (Stockard Channing held sway.)*

Just one offering on Tuesday, but it's a good 'un: a documentary about North Korea's exploits at the 1966 World Cup called Football Worlds: The Game of Their Lives. If you somehow find yourself bored by the Champions League action, you could always watch Early Doors at half nine. Nothing to do with football. Just a cracking show, is all.

Finally, to Wednesday. There's Zidane: A 21st Century Portrait, which I haven't seen, but it seems like the kind of thing one should watch at least once. Then there's a couple of other films which are new to me: an episode of the Time Shift series about a week at Swindon Town in 1963, followed by a 1968 Ken Loach television play called The Golden Vision which, according to the Beeb, is "about the relationship between fans and footballers, for which he obtained unprecedented access to one of the top clubs of the era, Everton."

So make sure there is plenty of space of your recording medium of choice. And if you can't get BBC Four -- gee, I'm sorry...

*That one's especially for you, HMHB fans.

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19 February 2009

Eleven lads who didn't quite shake the Wirrall

There was a very good edition of BBC Radio 4's The Long View strand the other day. It examined the idea of football-club-as-business in the light of the story of New Brighton Tower F.C. New Brighton Tower were founded by the owners of a Blackpool Tower-esque attraction on Merseyside, who needed to attract visitors in the long winter months. The club started out in the Lancashire League in 1897 and were elected to the Football League a year later. Things, however, didn't go quite as planned...

The programme aired on Tuesday morning, and the Beeb usually keep their shows available for streaming for a week. So listen while you can.

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21 September 2008

Tigger, R.I.P.


It's a temptation when you've gone to the trouble of setting up your own strand of web (yeah, so much trouble...) to use it merely to rant about the petty injustices the universe has inflicted upon your pretty little head. I have largely refrained from doing that thus far (I think). This is partly because I'm an easy-going type of chap. It's mainly, however, because I don't want to be a sporting equivalent of those language pedants who go postal at the sight of a stray apostrophe, or derive an almost sexual thrill from the opportunity to shout at the telly, "THE WORD YOU'RE LOOKING FOR IS 'UNINTERESTED', YOU ILLITERATE BUFFOON!!!"

(Guess what the next word is going to be...)

But I've cracked. My entire being is seething with the righteous indignation of one who has listened to Mark Lawrenson talk shite.

It came during the "analysis" of the Liverpool-Stoke game on last night's Match of the Day. After listening to Rafa Benítez blather on about how the decision to disallow Liverpool's early goal was a "massive mistake" by the referee, we got to see the incident in question more closely. On viewing the replay, one could see that there was a Liverpool player in an offside position when Steven Gerrard played the free kick in (I can't remember if it was Kuijt or Torres, but I can't check it up: I thought I'd recorded the programme but my video respectfully disagrees). The offside player made an attempt at a flick-on - or perhaps it was a dummy - as the ball flew over his head and into the goal.

From the regular gantry camera angle, it was apparent that the player was just off. Just to be sure, Match of the Day provided a computer-generated representation of the situation, in which it was even clearer that the player was leaning forward and ahead of the offside line.

Not according to Lawro. While the virtual image was on the screen, he said that, to him, this was not offside. When presenter Ray Stubbs read out the part of the rule stating that if any part of the head, body or feet of the attacker is ahead of the second-last defender, he is in an offside position, Lawrenson called it "nitpicking" and "pedantic". Meanwhile, Alan Shearer sat there looking like...well, looking like Alan Shearer, if you know what I mean.

It was at this point that I kicked the cat at the TV screen (shame - nice cat, it was).

Every week, we watch and read supposed experts who pass more comment on the application of rules which they do not understand than on actual football. This has been the case for as long as I can recall, but for it to be demonstrated so plainly was at once comical and felicidally bothersome. For someone whose job it is to enlighten us plebs with his accumulation of wisdom to tell us that the manifestly correct application of the laws of the game was unnecessarily "pedantic" is an insult to the intelligence of the viewer.

(I've just thought of something - perhaps this idea could be used to justify the awarding of England's third goal in the 1966 World Cup Final! Let's have a go: the whole of the ball did not cross the whole of the line...but that's just being pedantic. Whaddya know - it works!)

This is a common concern. Most of today's TV pundits played in the '70s, '80s and early '90s, when the interpretation of what constituted 'interfering with play', as well as the treatment of physical play, were quite different to what they are today. The consequence of this for many of them is that they see such situations in the light of the rules and prevailing values of their heyday, rather than how things are now. It's one thing to believe that, say, any player ahead of the second-last man when the ball is played forward should be offside (I don't, by the way); but to criticise an official for implementing a rule as laid down (for anyone to see) is barmy. Thankfully, football is played in reality, not in Mark Lawrenson's head.

UPDATE: Raphael Honigstein took up the issue of Liverpool's non-goal on the latest Guardian Football Weekly (9:30 in) and has posted a photo of the BBC's PESified version of the offside call on his blog, just in case you thought I was mad.



Dead cat stone by Matt (mistergoleta).

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04 August 2008

He Thought Of Car(toon)s

I don't know exactly why I love the trailer for the BBC's Olympic coverage so much. Perhaps it's the music composed by Damon Albarn, the second best songwriter of the Britpop 'era' (who's the best? Need you ask?). Perhaps it's the gorgeous animation. Perhaps it's just that it's so different to the none-more-literal shite that TV stations usually go in for (I'm looking at you, RTE) - slo-mo out-of-context shots of faceless athletes, music either ickily sentimental or, more usually, vacuously bombastic (this has what sounds very much like an 'eighties drum machine in it). Anyway, it's both amazing and great, and makes the almost unbearable gap between that programme where people buy some cheap crap in a flea market and sell it at auction and one of the other programmes where people buy some cheap crap in a flea market and sell it at auction quite pleasurable.

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