Articles tagged with: Channel 4
Back in his heyday during the 1970’s, Gary Glitter pumped out shedloads of crap records. But then again, it was the seventies and at the time no-one really knew what was acceptable and what was absolute toss, so we can forgive him. However, what the majority of the world can’t forgive Gary Glitter for is his antics in Vietnam where he was convicted of doing horrible things to children and spent some time in prison. And now Channel 4 is going to hang him for being a paedophile. Fictitiously. Still, it’ll make better viewing than Big Brother.
In the build up to the launch of vampire drama True Blood on Channel 4, hecklerspray's Keith Emmerson caught up with the defiantly charming and ruggedly handsome Stephen Moyer (who plays Bill Compton) to discover the man behind the vampire. We are also reassuringly told that he could kill Robert Pattinson if he had to. If you didn't catch the first episode on Channel 4, it's available on 4OD - watch it. Video after the jump!
Remember when you were a child and you went on holiday, you inevitably ended up making best friends with some other family, spent two weeks doing everything together and then promised to meet back up when you got home. And never did. But what of the other berks you met out there: The beer-bellied, tattooed chap wearing Union Flags anywhere possible, drinking in English pubs and eating English food. While in France. Or the perma-drunks, slurring their complaints at the waiter, while not even bothering to learn a single word of Spanish? Or the wife-swapping tapas eaters that didn't notice their daughter had been abducted? What if you had the power to make them bugger off back home and stop spoiling your week away from reality? This is the premise behind Channel 4's Coach Trip, a reality show that follows a handful of couples on a free holiday around Europe.
It isn’t in our nature here at hecklerspray to be complimentary about TV shows, films, actors, or anyone or anything come to think of it, but this is a well deserved exception.
The first film in the trilogy of screen adaptations is set in 1974 and follows the story of a young journalist returning to his native West Yorkshire. As a cocky and ambitious reporter he quickly becomes embroiled in a story regarding three missing young girls in a time when newspapers were printed on Hovis and diabetes was treated with an honest pint of bitter (you soft ponce). Ostensibly this book/screenplay is concerned with the widespread local government and police corruption, and the journalist’s struggle to maintain his integrity while preserving his personal safety.
Love tunnel, fanny, pleasure hole, hairy pie: these are all names for the female-only body part known as the vagina. Now, we’re all aware that some ladies like to sculpt their tits into enormous coconuts for the delight of perverts everywhere. We can accept that. Sometimes we may even like that. Though mostly it does just look a bit silly. Sadly, Sunday night's TV show - The Perfect Vagina - sunk to a new low on how desperate people are to tweak and mould their bodies. Plus it had Lisa Rogers on it, which is never a good sign.
No change then. Dale and Stuart are just as boring as they were yesterday – and the day before that, and the day before that, and the day before that… Thank God for Rex and Nicole. At least their arguments are keeping things interesting while the dullest eviction ever is played out. While we're waiting to see which of the beefcakes go - the one with the stupidity and the hat, or the one with the stupidity and the shaved nipples - why not have a look at the latest eviction odds on Paddy Power.
Hey you! Ever dreamt of a day when a tedious road journey could be broken up with a delicious steaming plate of Ballotine of Anjou Pigeon?
Of course you have, we all have. And soon maybe we will. Channel 4 has poached crazy food scientist Heston Blumenthal away from BBC2 and given him his own show. Heston's first task? Turning around the fortunes of Little Chef.
It goes without saying that Heston Blumenthal has his work cut out, though - how is the revolutionary, three Michelin starred proprietor of one of the world's best restaurants going to be able to improve on an Olympic Breakfast, for christ's sake? It's an impossible task!
There's nothing that Jamie Oliver likes more than a good campaign - the campaign for better school dinners, the campaign to train the disadvantaged to be chefs, the campaign for titting around advertising Sainsbury's surrounded by elves.
But they're all old-hat, because Jamie Oliver wants to campaign for something more raw, something more visceral, something that'll frighten the general British public into never eating ever again. That's right - Jamie Oliver is going head-to-head with the battery-farmed chicken industry. In a one-off Channel 4 show - Jamie's Fowl Dinners - to be broadcast next year, Jamie Oliver is promising to graphically demonstrate the battery-farmed chicken's rearing process. Fingers crossed this will involve Jamie Oliver being shut in a tiny, airless, artificially-lit box for the rest of his life where he'll be forced to breath his own shit-fumes until a farmer cuts off his nose and mouth.
We don't know about you, but it'd certainly be the only way we'd learn.
