Дайри умерли, а я ещё нет.
В Radio Times хороший текст об удивительной и парадоксальной природе Call The Midwife.
Это милый воскресный сериал с ОГРОМНЫМИ рейтингами, в центре которого - исключительно женщины, из которых только некоторые молоды и соответствуют стандартам красоты, а половина вообще монахини, и который при этом без всякого стеснения говорит о самых разных социальных проблемах и в целом, эмм, детабуирует.
Call the Midwife, which I have occasionally described as the most subversive show on television, really is the most subversive show on television. It’s about nuns and midwives. Cosy, yes? Yet every week it comes round with a plate of Battenburg and those fondant fancies that you like, pours you a cup of tea, puts your feet on a pouf, before slapping you hard across both cheeks with a stick.
Then it ties you to a chair where, bound, gagged and helpless, you are assaulted with heartache. Really, properly sad, thoughtful stories about funerals for still-born babies (a desperately needed ritual for their parents); the horrors of “cures” for illegal homosexuality; prostitution and sexually transmitted diseases; the inhumanity of single mums forced to hand over their babies for adoption; racism; and in this week’s episode, suspected child abuse. Always set against a backdrop of pitiless poverty that looks real and grubby. This is not a Disneyfied East End; it even feels as if it’s crawling with lice.
Это милый воскресный сериал с ОГРОМНЫМИ рейтингами, в центре которого - исключительно женщины, из которых только некоторые молоды и соответствуют стандартам красоты, а половина вообще монахини, и который при этом без всякого стеснения говорит о самых разных социальных проблемах и в целом, эмм, детабуирует.
Call the Midwife, which I have occasionally described as the most subversive show on television, really is the most subversive show on television. It’s about nuns and midwives. Cosy, yes? Yet every week it comes round with a plate of Battenburg and those fondant fancies that you like, pours you a cup of tea, puts your feet on a pouf, before slapping you hard across both cheeks with a stick.
Then it ties you to a chair where, bound, gagged and helpless, you are assaulted with heartache. Really, properly sad, thoughtful stories about funerals for still-born babies (a desperately needed ritual for their parents); the horrors of “cures” for illegal homosexuality; prostitution and sexually transmitted diseases; the inhumanity of single mums forced to hand over their babies for adoption; racism; and in this week’s episode, suspected child abuse. Always set against a backdrop of pitiless poverty that looks real and grubby. This is not a Disneyfied East End; it even feels as if it’s crawling with lice.
И даже прочитала, что по нынешней моей жизни уже достижение.
). В обеденный перерыв окрестные забегаловки забиты хорошо одетыми и стильно стрижеными офисными работниками, ммм.
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