Showing posts with label tv. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tv. Show all posts

Monday, 16 May 2016

everyone's a winner baby

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Initially I was disappointed to oh no I'll have to watch ITV now proportions when I turned on BBC1 last week Sunday night to tune into to the gripping thriller 'Undercover' only to find a load of celebs back-slapping each other at the BAFTAs.  Then who should pop up but Adrian Lester (male lead of Undercover) who rather than playing his double-life character was handing Lenny Henry the Alan Clarke prize for his outstanding contribution to television. 

My hand moved away from the remote.

Lenny Henry has been on my telly since my childhood Saturday mornings rushing down the stairs to watch him  as Trevor McDoughnut on Tiswas to his diverse comic characters (Delbert Wilkins being a massive favev) on his many shows over the years to his contribution to Comic Relief to his magnificent performance in the Shakespeare play 'Comedy of Errors'. I have grown up with Lenny; he has been probably the one constant black face on my telly for nearly three decades. And as a kid growing up in 80s Essex, this was immense. 

I think we tend to watch TV not only to escape but also to see parts of our life that we experience being represented. We like to empathize and recognize situations characters might find themselves in. We like to see US on our tellies. And that simply was not happening when I was growing up. But Lenny Henry brought characters into our orange and brown living room that made references to the life I was living with my family, to the background I had come from, to the experience I was having as a young Black Briton.

At a recent event I heard a young black woman disparage Lenny Henry about only now choosing to speak out about diversity after he had 'made it' to the top of his career. I couldn't believe this - she was criticizing him for using his voice and his name to highlight the lack of diversity in all aspects of British film and TV! Here is a man who managed to survive the ignoranamus era of 1970s British telly to be a household, mainstream name since the 1980s. (And still puts up with the same old nonsense in this decade #AinsleyorLenny)  Can you name another black actor who has consistently, successfully done the same thing over the same length of time?

And now he has moved into the Shakespeare domain, he has had his own radio 4 series on the history black entertainment in the UK and he could have made a choice to keep his career moving without reaching out to lend a hand out to those who come after him.

If someone like Lenny Henry, with his influence, doesn't stand up at these high level forums to raise the issue with statistics and solutions about how to open the right doors for diversity in entertainment then who will?

His speech at the BAFTAs was calm. clear, honest, full of humility but also carried a strong message about the need for our telly to increase the reflection of our true society.  And he was still funny.

I love Lenny Henry's work, I feel it has grown with me. And I, for one, was happy to see him win his award because for those of us above a certain age - his success is a reflection of where we have come. A recognition.

Thursday, 16 August 2012

I'm an Englishwoman in New York

 Goooood Morning USA! Excuse me a moment whilst I have a complete touristy break-out... JFK airport, yellow cabs, highways, traffic lights that hang in the air, Madison Avenue, Fifth Avenue, Saks, Tiffanys - yes THAT Tiffanys, Central Park, Trump Tower, hot dog vendors on every street corner, the Empire State Building, art deco to die for....and breathe.

Composure resumed, dear readers, composure resumed. After a tearful goodbye with the 3G and the Geordie Lad I embarked on my 40th birthday present to myself off for a week with fantastico Dad to glorious, glamorous NYC.

The niggles of guilt run freely through vein and brain with this being the first trip away from my offspring; but as sis and s-i-l have both reprieved me off this guilt, I set about enjoying every darn minute of this trip.

First impressions of the Big Apple...hot, hot, hot, tall, big, fast and just like it is on the telly - even down the steam coming up from the road - why is that??

I must say I am most impressed with my choice of hotel - The Roosevelt Hotel on Madison and East 45th (listen to me!) coz it's smack back in the middle of everything. We are but a few blocks from Broadway, Central Park and the Empire State Building, 5th avenue is in the next street and the biggest bonus for me was discovered on the first night by accident. Grand Central Terminal is right around the corner. Flashbacks of cinematic scenes were brought to reality as I, open-mouthed in full tourist mode, took each shiny step down to the concourse. And yes I did secretly wish that everyone would freeze so I could pirouette my way around the information desk.

To say I was giddy with joy is a major understatement. Major. Readers, this trip to NYC has been sitting tucked away since the early years. Saturday afternoons in front of the box brought the wonders of New York to little ole school me: diff'rent strokes, Cagney and Lacey, Kate and Allie, Sesame Street, Taxi, My Two Dads ; then in my independent years Friends, NYPD Blue, Law and Order, and of course Sex In The City.
If I start to get into the films, I'll be writing til I get back on the plane. So a quick rundown of the films I wish I could reenact scenes from whilst I'm here : Breakfast at Tiffanys, West Side Story, Hair, Fame, Desperately Seeking Susan, Big and Sleepless In Seattle (oh Tom!)

And here I am. Finally. And you know maybe I just will remake a couple of those unforgettable scenes... Mama Elsie stylee.


Goodnight New York, wherever you are.