I've now seen all The Glittering Prizes and it wasn't quite as I remembered it from 30 years ago. At the time, I thought it was utterly brilliant, provocative, amazingly well acted, huge production values, on a par with (but in a different way) to I, Claudius. Today, it seems so much more intellectually earnest than anything made today, and thus more pretentious. Scenes go for for ever and ever, which isn't the way they do things today, and Raphael's obsession with Jewish guilt, as expressed by his principal character and alter ego, Adam Morris, frankly gets a bit tiresome. There's a whole 80-minute episode in which Morris (Tom Conti) interviews a British Nazi/Mosley-like figure (Eric Portman) that vastly outstays its welcome, its arguments stretched to beyond endurance. Then Ep 4 is entirely dispensable, with characters we hardly know from previous episodes, set in a redbrick university with a nearby factory operating an apartheid regime. This episode infuriated me. As did the final Ep 6 which should have had some sort of reunion of the main characters but dwindled into nothingness. I ended up quite disappointed and angry with the thing. I also became impatient with Conti's mannersisms but admired Barbara Kellerman as his wife, adored Angela Down (her stillness is mesmerising) and pleased to see Nigel Havers having a ball as the only nancy boy in Cambridge.
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