The Tenant of Wildfell Hall (1996 TV dramatization) - bleakish tale adapted from a 19th-century Bronte novel - yet another one with a plain, but spirited and moral woman resisting and finally vanquishing the whims and requirements of various rich bounders or pushy men from further down the social scale. It's sort of interesting because you can see what really got Victorian prudery/moralism off the ground after the Regency period - which in hindsight seems so much more fun. The vices of the elite (drink, shagging, blood sports, rude jokes) are painted as really serious moral offences which hurt everyone including our straitlaced heroine. Unfortunately she's such a sourfaced prig that I sympathised more with the hellraising rake husband drinking himself to death. Tara Fitzgerald is good and not too likeable, Rupert Graves is a right tit as the drunk spouse, Toby Stephens is babyfaced and northern as another pretender to her hand.
The Outsiders - 1983 adaptation of the S E Hinton novel, filmed by Francis Ford Coppola, and with many of the actors you'd recognise from the more famous and artier Rumble Fish (which was the one in b & w, Outsiders is in colour.) It's really weird, in retrospect - a sort of mythic approach to 1950s teen gangs and rumbles, in lurid colour and even more lurid melodrama, overripe with sexual subtext as an absolute parade of teeny tiny teenage actors you know much better these days (Patrick Swayze! Matt Dillon! Emilio Estevez! Ralph Macchio! Rob Lowe! dozens and dozens more!) prat about half-naked or in fetishized "greaser" gear. Script is a shambles and most of the acting is amateurish at best, but worth it for a nostalgia trip if you're of a certain age.
Narcos ep 1 I'm not convinced. Wagner Moura is terrific (as always) as the main man, but it all seems a bit of a mishmash, it's not clear whose story is being told or why, the emotion is lacking and it just seems a really Anglo reading of the whole tale. I cannot express enough how much I despair that it's 2015 and these stories still have to be forced down a US audience's throat through the cunning ploy of having one young, blonde, English-speaking kickass DEA agent as a narrator ... if this is really, as it keeps reminding us, the story which changed life across Latin America and brought Colombia nearly to its knees, then being all yankee-friendly in this way is just not the right approach. But I'll keep watching.