The big end is Golden streets: Mumbai, excited the city's “richest 1 percent” at a lavish party hosted by “two of India's most coveted fashion designers.” As the show revealed, all of the guests were wealthy and/or famous, and all were dressed to prove it. “Never-seekers will not be invited,” said one person, a statement that merits further investigation in some documentaries, given that the party's philosophy was to “celebrate diversity in all its forms.” I might have considered it that way.But but golden cityscape. As shown in his previous hour, its main characteristic, which is by no means a good documentary, was a severe lack of curiosity.
If these millionaires were British, the BBC would have had more doubts
In scene after scene, we saw and heard things that, if we dug deeper into the scene, would undoubtedly reveal compelling and complex truths. But instead (perhaps in exchange for access to the super-rich being super-rich), this first of three episodes was simply about pointing the camera at them and marveling at all the extravagance they've documented. Meanwhile, the narrator reads out his PR-style script, full of clichés, which amount to nothing more than open-mouthed, unrepentant worship of the wealthy.
At least that's the case for wealthy people in India. My guess is that if this had been a BBC2 documentary about British millionaires, it would have been much more questionable and ambiguous. Also, there was clearly a condescending tone to his tone, “Everyone did a great job.'' and that every claim of the assembled company was met with a silent nod, and the poor Indians are truly proud to have so many millionaires among them. He also talked about that. India is no longer a socially conservative country. That's just the British fault. The fact that “villagers are suddenly watching porn” is happy evidence of sexual and even feminist enlightenment. Also, the program wasn't so rude that it made me wonder why all the wonderful people in India have light skin, or that one of the principals seemed drunk almost all the time. Sure, most of us don't mind an occasional peek at the super-rich. But at the end of the day, it becomes less interesting when you constantly feel like there could be a more interesting story to tell.
as its name suggests, darby and joan – Featuring retired police officer Jack Darby and former nurse Joan Kerhope, this series is aimed squarely at a more mature audience. (After all, you have to be pretty old to realize that not only is there that pun in the title, but it's there) teeth According to promotional materials, this marked the show as a brave departure in the world of modern television, a head-on start rather than a new series aimed at a more mature audience.
In any case, the show's setup was surprisingly efficient. In the opening scene, Joan (Greta Scacchi) calls her husband Ian, thinking he's Spanish, even though he's seen in the Australian outback. In the second, she was in Australia identifying his body. In the third time, having returned to England six months later, she ignores her nagging middle-aged child (a reliable motif of oldies TV) and returns to Oz, driving around in a camper van and Ian lying about her whereabouts. I investigated the reason. Only a few minutes had passed and she had a bump/encounter with Darby (Bryan Brown). Since his car was not conveniently drivable, he rides with her in a camper van and is said to be in a weekly mystery series.
The first event took place at a hippie commune where Joan knew Ian was once close to his heart. By this time, only six people were still there, one of whom was found dead the next morning when Joan (though not a solid Derby) joined in for a nostalgic weed smoke. And then our heroes spring into action, proving that what seemed like an accident is actually a murder, and begin tackling the five suspects.
The murders that followed were fairly perfunctory, relying on key factors such as a clock stopping at the moment of death and the fact that the perpetrator was not left-handed. (think death in paradise ) Still, this doesn't bode well for future weekly mysteries, but the overall story is shaping up pretty well. Ian's fate has some interesting developments in the background, and Darby seems to have secrets of his own. Above all, both Scacchi and Brown continue to be shining star presences on screen. Evidently friends for decades, they certainly have the necessary chemistry between the two main characters, but without overdoing oldies TV's most annoying motifs, it's easy to imagine people over 60 still running around. It is a bold motif that reminds us that it is hot.
