TV critics – Page 45
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Ridley Road + The Mating Game
“Grabbed the viewer by the chops from its startling opening scene, and held on until the closing credits”
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Don’t Exclude Me + All Creatures Great and Small; Maid
“Putting cameras in the classroom was an enlightening look at how difficult it must be to teach under these circumstances”
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Hollington Drive + 28 Up: Millennium Generation; Outsiders
“A fine addition to the suburban nightmare-trove”
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Gordon, Gino & Fred Go Greek
“For those who enjoyed low-brow chortles and high-end cuisine, this will have gone down a treat”
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Foundation
“Every character feels like an android. The whole exercise is devoid of any humour whatsoever”
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Prince Philip: The Royal Family Remembers
“It was a poignant, loving, mostly upbeat tribute that, unusually for set-piece royal documentaries, actually seemed to be offering something new”
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Never Mind The Buzzcocks
“When everyone stops trying so hard and the series settles down a bit, it might prove as entertaining as the original”
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Last Man Standing: Suge Knight and the Murders of Biggie & Tupac
“A depressing tale of depressing people doing depressing things to other people including murder”
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The Man Putin Couldn’t Kill
“It was all pretty entertaining, which is an odd approach but in keeping with the man who hasn’t been killed (yet)”
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Spice Girls: How Girl Power Changed the World
“Documentaries like this can be have-your-cake-and-eat-it feasts of nostalgia. It is thrilling to remember the rush, but this is also an attempt to reassess the era.”
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Death on the Common: My Mother’s Murder
“Rarely has such a TV documentary featured someone so unwilling to capitulate into self-pity or be defined by the victim card.”
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Fever Pitch: The Rise of the Premier League
“It was a story told with energy and vim, with decent contributions. But I’m not sure there was much here that we didn’t already know”
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Grantchester
“I find it hard to believe that there was ever an Anglican clergyman in those days who looked so buff or so Brando-esque on a motorbike”