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Tuesday, 28 August 2018

Audrey and the Pursuit of Happiness


If there’s one thing I relish as much as Lewis Archer loves a smooth Burgundy, it’s a glorious storyline written and performed with all the imagination of Audrey Roberts' “palace on water”. Yes, neither of them exist in reality, but Audrey took to regaling Gail with such gusto about her fictional fjord cruise that it seemed she began to believe herself to be aboard the Valley of the Stars, while I have most certainly been “piped on board” the Audrey-Lewis-Gail saga, lifeboats David and Claudia firmly appended, with no intention of docking. Yes, it’s the ship I’ve been waiting for. The captain’s oven has served up a divine dish, and it’s a joy to behold.

When I read that Nigel Havers and Rula Lenska were returning to Coronation Street, I was sufficiently buoyed by the news. Aside from the fact that they were both an utter delight the first time round, it indicated the possibility of a leading story for Sue Nicholls, which was a very welcome proposition. With precisely that transpiring, the resulting storyline has been a sublime watch.

When Audrey accepts Lewis’s invitation to visit him in prison, she hears the words she is hoping for from the cut-price Milk Tray man, to invoke Rita’s iconic slight. Professing himself reformed on foot of his love for her, and no longer wishing to be the person he was, he asks her to consider taking him back on his imminent release. To prove himself, he has had handed himself in for his role in Rosemary’s scam, and transferred £40,000 to Gail. But what is Audrey to do?

Enter some sparkling Aud and Claud action as the pair consider the possibilities. Claudia is chock full of charisma, wit and confidence, and it’s a delight to have her floating about the cobbles again. It’s great for Audrey that she has such a friend to confide in, as given Lewis’s treatment of Gail, she is full sure of her daughter’s reaction in advance. This leads her to pretend she has won a Norwegian cruise so she can spend some time alone with Lewis when he’s released from prison.

Gail instantly worries about Audrey getting seasick and chilly which nicely sets up the dynamic of an older mother and daughter, the latter fretting and the former wishing to be treated as an adult and desiring her own independence. While Gail’s disgust concerning Lewis is one element to the story which unfolds, the other sees her and Audrey’s relationship under the microscope, and it’s all beautifully done.
As Audrey manages to keep the pretense afloat while she and Lewis have very much dropped anchor at Grasmere Drive, the story is a great source of organic, genuine humour, whether it’s David acting as a foil to Gail’s anxiety, or Audrey on the phone to her daughter pretending to be dining in the captain’s quarters with Abba while Lewis takes time out from his charm offensive to sit, engrossed, in some nautical millinery.

Gail fretting about her mother being alone and the captain taking advantage only adds fuel to the fire of Audrey’s joie de vivre, to adopt Lewis’s parlance. It also offers a contrast between Gail’s perception of Audrey as weak, and the strong woman we know could cope in any circumstances.

As they sip champagne and dine together, Audrey tells Lewis she needs space from her family to make the right decision, and she rather symbolically hangs up on Gail as he declares, “The last thing I want to do is jeopardise any liaison entre nous.”

Lewis’s language and delivery are consistent sources of amusement and he must be a delight to write for. The fact that he's so at odds with his surrounds offers great opportunities for humour, and Audrey’s increasingly girlish reaction to each delectable syllable as her caution begins to fall away is a joy to watch.

With all calls now being ignored over at the good ship Grasmere, it’s a genuine delight to behold Audrey thoroughly enjoying herself and opening up like a flower through the magnificent Sue Nicholls.

Establishing if Lewis is being sincere is actually not as important as what else we’re witnessing; Audrey discovering what she wants and needs to bring her happiness at this time in her life, and asserting her independence and right to make her own decisions and choose the way she wants to live for herself.
Waters become choppy, however when Gail learns of the scrappage of the very cruise liner Audrey is supposed to be on, and goes to Grasmere Drive to investigate only to behold the pair through the window.

Once inside, Audrey is again seen by Gail as a helpless victim rather than someone with the ability to make her own choices. This gives her the opportunity to assert herself in what is a brilliant scene between the pair. “I just wanted some time alone to make up my mind” she says. “What if it’s my last chance for a bit of happiness, Gail. What about that?” Gail replies, “He’ll break your heart Mam,” but a determined Audrey says, “I’m willing to take that risk Gail. Life is all about risks.”

In another exceptional scene, Audrey points out that she’s 78 years old and sees this as possibly her last chance to find happiness. On being told that Lewis is not good for her, she responds with some powerful dialogue. “Oh for goodness sake, what is good for me? I mean, deny myself a bit of happiness with a man who I believe truly, truly loves me? Pushing him away, for what? For a few minutes feeling virtuous and strong which will fade into oblivion every time I sit sipping me G&T in front of the telly, all alone?”

Sadly, Gail’s inability to forgive and refusal to accept Lewis, or actually listen to her mother, sees her give a ‘me or him’ ultimatum. Audrey chooses Lewis, and it has all been played such that we can understand why rather than judging her choice. Further, we’re encouraged to rejoice with her in making a decision for herself. I loved her declaring of her pending nail appointment, “Hollywood Red is the order of the day”.

The humour, which has worked consistently well throughout, reflects Audrey’s desire for lightness in her life, and we’re spoiled with a delectable apology from Lewis in Roy’s where a bemused Claudia looks on as he’s threatened with the wooden spoon by Carla and Mary sits, rapt.
Meanwhile, desperate Gail’s final attempt to make her Mam see sense, as she sees it, is via an intervention at the salon. This is also a source of great comedy with David asking “How long do interventions take? Because I want to get over to the Rovers to see how Jenny’s ruined it”, and Emma hopping out midway through from her hiding place in the back.

Gail remains consistent while David bears witness with a more balanced outlook. Accusing Gail of resenting her having a life apart from being a mother, Audrey asks, “Let me be happy and make my own decisions, my own mistakes. All I ask is that you let me decide who are my friends when I’m not with you, and don’t lock me up if you don’t like the people I’ve chosen.” With David considering that fair, the intervention is over.

The final confrontation happens in the Rovers following the delightful counterpoint of Lewis’s solo entrance. With Gail announcing, “So this is it. Your choice. You choose a conman over your own daughter.” it gives Audrey the chance to point out publicly that Gail created the ultimatum, not her, and that she’d rather have both of them in her life. Also, while Gail’s understandable, yet superficial, view of the situation might easily be shared by others, by making it Audrey's story, we know that her real choice is happiness and that whatever the outcome, her victory lies in having the strength to take a risk for it, accept the consequences, and be her own person. The crucial thing is that it’s a decision she has made for herself.

This storyline could not be better in my eyes, and is very much one I have been waiting for. We have been treated to top quality performances, scripts, comedy, pathos and heart with sublime pace and timing, and I’ve loved every minute of it. Encore, Corrie! Encore!

By Emma Hynes
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Sunday, 11 March 2018

Five things we've learned from Classic Coronation Street this week


(No) Curtains for Ida

We waved a not so fond farewell to poor Baldwin's Casuals troublemaker Ida Clough this week. Ida was a semi-regular for a decade but was restricted to factory-based stories and generally only popped in to cause bother. Often found in the sewing room or a booth at the Rovers, she had a face liked a squashed barmcake and was rarely seen without her equally unappetising colleagues, Ivy and Vera. I actually felt a bit sorry for Ida as she remained on the second rung of Corrie staples for ten years, perched uncomfortably beside the likes of Sam Tindall. While Ivy and Vera graduated from small part players to actually owning homes on the Street, complete with families, Ida was tabard bound for all those years with only brief visits from her caridgan-wearing dope of a son Bernard and her disgusting gob on a stick daughter, Muriel.

Muriel Clough was a three part harmony of Renee Roberts, Amy Burton and Olive from On The Buses. Surprisingly, she didn't last long. The early part of the week was dominated by a dreary story at the faktry which saw Baldwin shift production from denim flares (well it was nearly the 90s) to curtains. This caused an incredible amount of friction with thick, unpleasant mouth mountain Vera apoplectic with rage. Vera really was quite horrible back in the day and is far removed from the softer granny persona we came to know and love later on. Anyway, Ida shot her mouth off once too often so Mike very swiftly gave her the boot. Never fear though, she would return later in the year for Ivy's wedding to Don. I know you're as excited for that festival of polyester as I am.

Broken Britain

 

Curly Watts, who has been at something of a loose end since Terry Duckworth took off with that Polish prostitute from Brookside, found himself in the role of Weatherfield's moral compass this week. While Kev and Sal ran into bother with their mortgage application thanks to an unpaid debt and Martin Platt was paid under the Rovers bar for renovating Number 13 whilst claiming benefits, Curly was a picture of honesty and decency, calling them all out. Well fair enough, Sally quickly bought him off, not once, but twice with half-inched Walnut Whips from Alf's serving hatch. I really liked Curly's young man with an old soul. 

In the kind of storyline they just don't feature anymore, Curly had recently taken steps to better himself. Enrolling at Weatherfield Tech on a business degree, his intentions were excellent even if this positivity would soon lead to an extended spell working with Ken Morley in a disused branch of Prestos. Yes binman Curly had come a long way. And things were about to get a lot more interesting as young machinist Shirley Armitage had taken a fancy to him too. This week saw Curly escort Shirley to the pictures to see Nightmare On Elm Street III. Oh the glamour. Thankfully we were spared the details of what Shirley did to steam up Curly's specs in the back row at the Roxy.

Thanks a bunch, Pauline!

 

This week saw Sarah-Lou's first birthday party! So of course Gail had to throw a vibrant party full of love, cheer and caterpillar cake. Well actually what Sarah got was a homemade sponge, a bag of cheesy puffs and three bottles of cheap plonk from Alf's in the company of Phyllis, Don, Ivy and Gail's mate Pauline. All this in the drab setting of the Tilsley living room at Hammond Road. Of course the whole thing was really just an excuse for Brian to pop the question and ask Gail to marry him once again. Gail being Gail, she flew into a strop, look heaven-ward a great deal and fluttered her eyelashes endlessly. Brian reacted in typical house brick fashion. 

Later, Pauline was back full of anticipation at the thought of extra lolly for filming some wedding scenes. She couldn't understand Gail's reticence and pretty much frogmarched her down the aisle with the threat that if she turned him down, Brian would become a weekend dad to her kids. I was wrong-footed by Pauline's delivery of this line as it seemed to suggest that would be a bad thing. Gail, all tracksuit and scrunchie, feared this decision would mean a lifetime of being Mrs Brian Tilsley. I wouldn't worry, cock. I really wouldn't worry...

 

Mavis Riley, Gold Digger

 

In a slightly bizarre story strand, which may or may not have been pointless padding, Mavis and Rita took on a geriatric paperboy this week. Our Reet was forever being rushed off her feet despite the fact that the Kabin was only ever visited by Percy Sugden and Gail looking for change. Anyway new papergrandad Harry Ashton was taken on and soon caused a right kerfuffle with the very best Sylvia Young's theatre school had to offer in Wayne Pickles and the gloriously named Priscilla Millbanks (played by future Brookside lesbian nanny Nicola Stephenson). When the shell-suited brats threatened to strike Mavis donned her best pussy bow blouse and released her inner Iron Lady over tea and iced buns to set them straight.

I quite liked the character of Harry (played by Keith Marsh, who once upon a time had starred in the Sid James sitcom George and the Dragon - just call me a televisual saddo). Harry relished the job and enjoyed getting his Jimmy out first thing in the morning. Stop it now, that's his dog. After treating Mave to a posh tea at the steakhouse in the precinct, Miss Riley received a visit from Harry's sister, who whilst thumbing through a copy of Vogue, accused Mavis of being after Harry's cash! I always knew she was a fast cat on the quiet. I almost wish Mavis and stuck with Harry as he was a damn sight less irritating that Demon Derek.

Souk it up, Alec

 

Bet Gilroy started the week treating Alec's tastebuds to a ready meal moussaka from Alf's. In typical earthy fashion, Bet enquired about the product by asking young Sally "ay up cock, what's this muuuuusaka when it's arrr 'ome?" At least it's an improvement on that cock up au vin she fed him the other week. Having settled into married life well enough, Bet was rightly peeved at Alec's reluctance to whisk her off on a honeymoon. The best part of two episodes were spent following Bet follow Alec round the Rovers like Judith Chalmers on heat (what's new you ask?) Eventually Bet gave up and announced she'd booked ten days in Morocco with fellow landlady Stella Rigby.

Alec was horrified. Apparently La Rigby had a reputation for having a go at anything in trousers so let's hope Bet left her slacks at home. I wish we'd seen more of Stella of the White Swan. Bet and Stella were worthy successors to the lady vics rivalry of Annie Walker and Nellie Harvey from many years earlier. Camp, backcombed and shoulder pads-a-plenty, they injected some much needed 80s glamour into a Weatherfield world of loose perms, tabards and bacon slicers. And there was definitely a spin off to be made of Bet's jaunt to the souks of Marrakesh with our Stella.

Sadly there's no time to pull apart Don and Ivy's bizarre market stall exploits with a load of exercise wheels. I'm sure you'll be heartbroken. And for fans of Fanny, get in quick. Only four episodes left before Amy Burton, the tinned salmon pinching, hat with teeth is hoofed out of Weatherfield in the boot of Vera's Nova.

Until next time...

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Wednesday, 15 November 2017

Five things we've learned from Classic Coronation Street this week

 
I was overjoyed when the announcement came that ITV3 would start re-running classic episodes of Coronation Street. To begin with, I was disappointed the network wasn't going to show episodes from earlier on - I believe the mid 1970s to early 80s to be the golden age for the show - however I can now see the benefits in starting in 1986. The episodes broadcast this week are modern enough to feature a vast number of characters viewers today will still be aware of, either because they are still regularly on our screens or because their time has only recently been and gone.

Coronation Street in 1986 featured regular characters who stlll appear today - Ken, Rita, Jenny, Audrey, Gail, Sally and Kevin. The likes of Deirdre, Emily, Jack and Vera, Betty and Hilda are still very much in our consciousness too. Early '86 also began some long running stories, introducing Sally Seddon to enliven Kevin's life for many years to come and most of all, the start of the three year Alan Bradley saga. 

I have been tasked with cobbling together a blog on five things we've learned from this week in the life of Classic Coronation Street on ITV3. This week in 1986 saw most of the cast showing off their finest polyester summer fashions and even a few of them boasting modest tans. Obviously a hole in the ozone layer up the Red Rec. The new Rovers was revealed, with the bar propping up the same old faces while the vast majority of the storylines still managed a lightness and a deftness of touch the Coronation Street of 2017 can only dream of...

Hilda Ogden, Local Celeb

Miss Weatherfield re-opens The Rovers
The brewery wanted Bet to recruit a local celebrity to declare the renovated Rovers officially open. They sent some tiresome young irk with bad hair to lend Miss Lynch a hand but it was instantly clear she could easily have demolished him before her morning fag. While Curly and Kev girded their collective loins at the prospect of Miss Weatherfield flashing her ankle at the Rovers Bar, in a touching little scene, Bet asked long serving pub char Hilda to do the honours. There was so much warmth and genuine feeling in this little scene that it could be a lesson to all the actors of today.

Despite Bet's brash exterior, she really cared about those around her and Hilda's reaction was priceless. Getting dolled up in her best outfit (seen at Mike Baldwin's wedding and dusted off again for Kevin and Sally's later in the year) our Hilda gave a lovely little speech, despite rude and common interruption from Vera, and declared the Rovers Return officially open. Lovely stuff.

Brian Tilsley: Inside the Actors Studio  

Je m'appelle Brian. Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir...
Much of this week's drama was provided by the breakdown of the Tilsley's marriage following Gail owning up to sleeping with Neighbours reject Ian Latimer. The unborn child's unknown parentage was too much for Brian and he legged it back to Ivy's with his tail between his legs. I could easily do without Gail sniveling and blinking away as she tries to remember her next line and I could easily do without Brian being front and centre but one thing this plot did provide were some excellent, strong scenes for the two flame thrower matriarchs of the piece, Ivy and Audrey. I loved it when the two mothers would go to battle, defending their erring offspring to the hilt. There were several super moments when Audrey put battle-weary Ivy firmly in her place and it was raw and affecting to see. These were real Corrie women, protecting the ones they loved despite of their very obvious failings. I think it's about time the Powers That Be of today realised just what powerful performances Sue Nicholls is capable of and gave her something meaty to get her choppers into. I wonder if they have these ITV3 repeats set to record?

Anyway, despite these terrific scenes, this story did expose the obvious. Brian was a dreadful character and almost as wooden as Susan Baldwin. I thought he might pep up a bit when he got to be all angry at the garage, go mad with a monkey wrench or set upon little Kevin. No, nothing like that at all. He just did lots of wooden shouting and staring into the middle distance against a backdrop of a maroon Morris Marina. When Ken Barlow joined the party I thought he might give Bri some practical lessons on how to emote but alas, it was another phoned in performance. Still, only two and a half years until Brian storms off on that fateful night...

The Retiring Mrs Turpin

The Hot Pot Queen is not for turning...
Of course all the goings on at the Rovers gave the writers the chance to give Betty Driver a bit of a storyline. Betty T was never really front and centre when it came to dramatic plots and that's probably why she lasted so long and equally why we loved her so much. Her character's presence was so constant and reassuring, the mother hen of the Street. Much to Bet's shock and horror, Betty decided that the changes at the Rovers meant it was time for her to retire and see more of her Gordon. I should imagine her Gordon was probably quite busy at Everton football club and coining it in on the back of tired old regional tours of A Taste of Honey with Irene Handl to spend time in his Wimbledon conservatory with his Mam. 

Anyway, Betty was less than pleased when Bet started interviewing new strumpet barmaids in her front parlour. Tutting and folding her arm under her bosom at a young piece who'd dressed to resemble a liquorice allsort, Betty was sure she'd made the right decision. However, like a hot pot seeking missile, our Mrs Turpin couldn't stay away from the Rovers for long. Despite catty asides that Bet had become a nasty, sharp tongued article (had Betty developed amnesia for the previous seventeen years of her employment?) she imagined Bet would give her her job back when Bertie Bassett sloped off for a job slopping out oxtail soup for Alec Gilroy at the Graffiti Club. Sadly not, as Bet had invited Jackie Corkhill back instead.

The Kabin stars a new line in Wet Lettuce 

Rita the reluctant Cilla
Derek Wilton made another one of his customary 1980s guest returns this week with hot news for Mavis. Mavis, all of a twitter (when wasn't she?) struggled to remain composed against a backdrop of Chewing Nuts and Fisherman's Friends. Derek took Mave out to a posh restaurant to drop the bombshell that he'd married Angela Hawthorne. Not surprisingly, our Mavis barely touched her melon boat. I must admit I found Derek's pathetic, weak-kneed frustration rather unpalatable as he stuffed toasted soldiers loaded with pate a la maison into his quivering gob. 

Rita, lightly bronzed from her week in Jersey with Alan and Jenny (a missed opportunity for location filming if ever there was one), was less than pleased to see Derek back on the scene. Within seconds of offering him a packet of chewing gum in the Kabin she'd threatened to lock him in the cellar until he developed Stockholm Syndrome. Ooops, got my plot wires crossed again. I loved the scenes of Mavis and Derek wittering on like a pair of wet nellies while worldly Reet watches on, judging the scene with a cruel and weathered eye. Bring on the gnomes!

Phyllis Pearce, Sage of the Street

Phyllis Pearce: Sage. And she knows her onions
Jill Summers was the perfect person to drop in to your average humdrum scene in the Corner Shop or the Kabin and sprinkle a little blue-rinsed fairy dust on proceedings. She did that many times this past week as the gloriously earthy pan scourer, Phyllis Pearce. In one beautiful scene in the Rovers, she chewed the cud with Gloria and Vera, remarking wisely that the youth of the day were so desperate to get the next big thing, to amass all the latest possessions and foreign holidays, that they didn't take the time to appreciate what they did have. Wise words from Mrs Pearce and if it were true in the summer of '86, it's absolutely bang on 31 years later. Characters like Phyllis provided some superb moments of wisdom and a very natural grounding which was so refreshing against a backdrop of Vera caterwauling and Gail skriking over her ructions with Brian. There's nobody quite like that in the show now and that makes me sad.

And I leave you with the wholesome sight of Granny Audrey shoving vin rouge down her pregnant daughter's gob. It explains oh so much...

Gerrit down you, luvey...hmmm
  
Until next week!

Classic Coronation Street is broadcast on ITV3 every week day at 14.40 and 15.15, repeated from 6am the next day.

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