I usually quite like retrospectives, but only for about ten minutes, then I tire of them. Perhaps I have an attention deficit disorder, but listening to the rose-tinted memories about Dougal from the Magic Roundabout, or the effect on society of Andy Pandy is only fun when it shows clips you yourself remember and can have a presumed lost but found rose-tinted moment of your very own.
The last decade is too recently deceased for me to either mourn its passing or forget its most unpleasant facets and get misty eyed over its events. And I hate the word ‘noughties’. I don’t know why; it’s just an oddity I suppose. Like I hate the words ‘brunch’ and ‘delicious’, so in that regard, this show was a bit doomed for me from the get go, because the much loathed word was of course oft used.
That said, there were some interesting facts and figures, and though much of it was about influential TV shows, much wasn’t. There was also discussion of the trends of the last decade, including the catchphrases that are now firmly part of our everyday language.
We even had a fairly large segment devoted to unwise architecture and even more unwise politics, as well as discussion of things monetary. And there were lots of charts and rather lovely graphics to make the less interesting parts marginally more watchable.
However, overall, I found it something of a yawn, largely I suspect because – as I mentioned earlier – the ‘noughties’ are so recently over. And an additional snooze factor for me was in hearing some of the personal recollections; many of the anecdotes were you-had-to-be-there ones, and I wasn’t. Toby Young provided a lot of of those.
Andrew Marr added some gravitas, though as ever, his dry humour and unassuming wry wit was lurking pleasantly. Will Self provided sardonic and deprecating – though rather intelligently overworked – statements while Robert Webb narrated the whole shebang and managed to convey the appropriate mood at the appropriate times.
In conclusion, it’s not a show I’d go out of my way to watch again, but there are worse ways to spend time on a Tuesday night. I can’t think of one right now, but I’m sure there are…