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‘Tis some weeks until Christmas, but here’s something shocking;
You can buy this odd gift for a keen Trekkie’s stocking.
A book of Kirk’s foes: Klingon seasonal fun,
We’re about to review it, set your phasers to stun.’
For life-size science action figure Professor Brian Cox, the concepts of Time and Space are more exciting than the prospect of whatever Steven Moffat has planned for the world on 23 November this year. In the context of the entire universe, he’s probably got his priorities right.
It tends to happen once every series. Amid the crudity Misfits will produce an episode that manages to touch you right there.
You probably can’t tell because there aren’t two halves of two corpses lying across the fourth paragraph of this review, but we’re at the halfway point of Sky Atlantic’s continental murder marathon. The homicide hump.
It’s only when Misfits flies from our screens in – ooh, whoa, just 5 weeks’ time – that we’ll fully understand the unique position it built itself out of concrete and profanity and the colour orange.
Misfits never turns out a bad episode when it puts Joe Gilgun’s living embodiment of a Freudian slip, Rudy, at the centre of events. Not just because it gives a writer two characters for the price of one to play with, or because Rudy is now the most fully-fledged character on the show, but because Gilgun manages to convincingly sell whatever he’s doing. Even if that’s just eating mustard.
In fiction, it never pays to be a randy teen. You’re always being chased through your house by some knife-wielding fiend in a Halloween mask, or attacked by a werewolf while smooching with your sweetheart in your dad’s Studebaker at Make-Out Point.
The final series of Misfits continues on E4 this week and Rudy discovers that his dad is having an affair..
While we await Doctor Who‘s 50th anniversary Time & Space-tacular and the gravelly grandeur of John Hurt, here are some of our thoughts on maybe the most divisive run yet since the show’s 2005 revival.
Even in 2013 society doesn’t respect its elders, or treat them well enough. It’s as if those ’70s and ’80s pop hits ‘Grandpa We Love You’, and ‘There’s No One Quite Like Grandma’ were all for naught. Perhaps it’s time to round up all the celebrity codgers and codgettes for an elderly-awareness charity single, Band Aid style. They could call it ‘Hearing Aid’. Or something.