
Spending three days leading up to Christmas in bed with the flu was only marginally more disappointing than waking up Christmas morning to discover Auntie Mildred had generously sent hundreds of pounds worth of Woolworths gift vouchers as presents for the boys, but we struggled through the day nonetheless.
Children’s toys these days are more of a health & safety hazard than the HSE ever set out to create, littered as they are with plastic ties to hold them into their plastic moulded encasements. And, just to ensure Megatron can’t escape from his box and wreak havoc on your living room before your five year old gets hold of him, the plastic ties are then selotaped to the back of the cardboard box and the toy itself is mounted to a plinth and held securely in place by several screws.
The resulting attempts to free the toys from their packaging meant that only one toy was ready for Jacob to play with before we had to open the pub for the Christmas lunch time revellers, and I had spent more time trying to get it out of its box than he will ever spend playing with it.
Still coughing and spluttering my way through Christmas Day, eventually the pub closed and we were able to sit down to relax and enjoy the drivel that the television companies thought we might appreciate over the holiday period. Can somebody please explain how, despite the fact that most of us these days spend a gargantuan amount on receiving digital TV in to our homes, the broadcasters seem to think we won’t notice that they’ve spent all their money making a cheesy Christmas Special of Strictly Come Dancing and that, because they’ve blown all their budget on keeping Bruce Forsyth’s teeth white, Boxing Day highlights included that stunning movie Crocodile Dundee and a repeat of the Morecambe and Wise Christmas Special from 1975?
I got quite excited on Christmas Day night when the little red light blinked on the Sky+ box. “What’s that recording?” I asked Ali as we tentatively opened presents once the children had gone to bed, me praying for a PlayStation3, her praying that I wouldn’t notice my stocking was full of bargain basement goodies from collapsed high street stores. “I think it’s a Top Gear Special,” she replied.
“Ooh,” I cooed, “let’s watch that then.” Knowing that Top Gear had done a new special, I automatically assumed it was their Vietnam tour, but no – instead of showing the latest and greatest Top Gear spectacle to a captive Christmas Day audience, the BBC decided it would be better to show the America trip instead. It’s a funny episode, no doubt, with Clarkson carrying a cow on the roof of his Camaro and Hammond having to try and make it safely through the state of Alabama with Man Love Rules emblazoned in pink on the side of his pick-up truck.
But it wasn’t anything exciting for Christmas and, at the end of the day, I’ve seen it almost as many times as I’ve seen Back to the Future – and that’s a lot.
Robert Zemeckis’s hit from 1985, starring Michael J. Fox, was also voted the greatest movie of the 1980s in one of those ridiculous countdown shows that Channel 5 like to show at this time of year. Watching as stars of the past and present gushed about the movies they remembered from the hedonistic decade of bouffant hairstyles and shoulder pads, I couldn’t help but think that everybody who watches Channel 5 and reads The Times – the demographic apparently approached for this particular survey – had clearly forgotten some of the greatest films made in the eighties.
I won’t knock Back to the Future from being voted the greatest movie of that decade – it’s certainly one of my favourite trilogies of all time, Star Wars notwithstanding – but to have Dirty Dancing voted as the second best film of the same period seemed, well, rubbish.
Raiders of the Lost Ark was voted in as the third best film of that period but then it all really went to pot. How can you have a Top 40 of the 80’s Greatest Movies that puts Bill & Ted’s Excellent Adventure in twelfth place, yet doesn’t mention Ferris Bueller’s Day Off anywhere? And if they can put Aliens – which, let’s face it, was a sequel – as the fourth greatest movie of those ten years, how can they have missed The Empire Strikes Back or Return of the Jedi out completely?
It’s almost as if they just invited a group of youngsters in to the studio and asked them which films from the 1980s they could remember, then the producers put them in the order they thought seemed best. After all – the greatest films of the 1980s can’t include chick-flicks like Desperately Seeking Susan and Working Girl yet, somehow, manage to ignore one of the greatest cinematic moments of all time: Steven Spielberg’s E.T.: The Extra-Terrestrial.
I’d get cross and go in search of the numpties who took part in this survey in order to knock them sense in to them, only Channel 5’s Top 40 Movies of the 1980s was, like everything else on television this year, a repeat.
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Channel 5's countdown of the Greatest Movies ever can be found here:
http://www2.five.tv/programmes/greatestevermovies/countdown/


