Some stray thoughts; mostly pop and old British television drama, bits of memoir perhaps.
Showing posts with label Hancock's Half-Hour. Show all posts
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Sunday, 28 April 2019
A Comedy On This Day: Hancock's Half Hour - The East Cheam Centenary (29 April 1960)
Galton and Simpson are in satirical mode this week, with Hancock an East Cheam borough councillor. Even by local government standards, East Cheam are an extraordinarily corrupt authority. Their centenary celebrations are marked by a grand pageant of historical characters and scenes to which exclusive rights are sold simultaneously to the ITA and the BBC (whose coverage comes from an Outside Broadcast Unit based in Hancock's flat).
Despite including a rare location filmed insert, this story doesn't particularly play to Hancock's strengths on television, with little domestic interaction and Sid not having nearly enough to do. Such escalating flights of fancy tended to work rather better in the radio episodes.
Sunday, 3 March 2019
A Comedy On This Day: Hancock's Half-Hour - The Cold (4 March 1960)
The first episode of a new series, and there's
been enough time in advance to record filmed inserts (Sid taking Tony for a
run) on location! There's not much of it, but the roads and leafy
pathways are still an unexpected expansion of the comedy's terrain. The outside
world of East Cheam that Tony and Sid live in generally exists more in the
viewer's imagination. Did they ever do that on other occasions?
Tony Hancock's acting skills are particularly good at conveying illness, employing a wide range of all of the nasal and husky effects that change someone's voice when they have a cold. His face also looks oddly feminine when shrouded in a towel that acts as a headscarf over a steaming bowl. I've always found what's funny about the Hancock character curiously malleable. Sometimes it’s his delusions; sometimes his selfishness, and we see something of this moment-by-moment shift in his scene with Patricia Haynes' urban witch doctor here. He's pathetically credulous at one instant and then sharp and insulting the next, with both reactions equally amusing.
Tony Hancock's acting skills are particularly good at conveying illness, employing a wide range of all of the nasal and husky effects that change someone's voice when they have a cold. His face also looks oddly feminine when shrouded in a towel that acts as a headscarf over a steaming bowl. I've always found what's funny about the Hancock character curiously malleable. Sometimes it’s his delusions; sometimes his selfishness, and we see something of this moment-by-moment shift in his scene with Patricia Haynes' urban witch doctor here. He's pathetically credulous at one instant and then sharp and insulting the next, with both reactions equally amusing.
There's an acute little routine of Hancock
impersonating a (still wholly recognisable) television medicine advertisement
to Sid. There's one thing on television that hasn't changed a lot over the
subsequent 58 years! It’s a rare moment of reference to something modern in a
story that could have otherwise been told the same way 30 years earlier (50
years earlier if you cut out some of the more elaborate dialogue).
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