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Life On Mars [Feb. 14th, 2007|09:56 am]
Tony Grist
Life On Mars is about this 21st century detective who goes into a coma and finds he's suddenly a 1970s detective. It's a great idea-  a remake of The Sweeney plus lots and lots of lovely irony.

I was in my twenties through the 1970s and  don't remember them too well. I remember the 50s and the 60s and the 80s and the 90s but the 70s sort of passed me by. I was too busy with my shiny new marriage and my shiny new career to  pay much attention to the zeitgeist.

Were things really so grubby and depressing? Were racism and sexism and police violence really so routine? Well, like I say, I don't remember. But I know the sun shone occasionally because I've got the pictures to prove it.  1976, for instance, had a record-breaking heatwave summer. It was my first year in Manchester and I was expecting rain and cold and fog and what I got was day after day of mindless sunshine.

But it's weird when an era you've lived through gets the full heritage treatment on TV. For the makers of Life on Mars- who were kids at the time- the Britain of the 1970s is some sort of strange, exotic, lost world- and they just revel in the clothes and the hairstyles and the cars and the big clunky telephones.  For me it's nothing of the sort, just a stretch of time- continuous with the present - that I happened to live through. And it doesn't seem so long ago either. Are Space Hoppers already 30 years in the past? Well I never!
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[User Picture]From: huskyteer
2007-02-14 10:43 am (UTC)
Several times during last night's episode I got up to answer the phone, because I mistook the big clunky telephones on the screen for the one in my bedroom.
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2007-02-14 11:20 am (UTC)
Ailz hankers after one of those. I take the line that all phones are evil.
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[User Picture]From: huskyteer
2007-02-14 11:33 am (UTC)
Mine is a 1940s one with brown fabric cord which my grandma gave me to play with when I was small; I paid a specialist to make it work with a modern socket.

It's evil if it rings when I'm in bed, because it's viciously loud. I got a wrong number at 4 in the morning once and was not pleased.
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2007-02-14 04:32 pm (UTC)
A real 1940s phone. Hmmm. That's rather enviable.

Made of bakelite, I guess.
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[User Picture]From: jackiejj
2007-02-14 03:24 pm (UTC)
The seventies-oh, yes--being a barefoot hippie and doing a little artwork and carrying babies around, then watching my husband inhaling freon from plastic baggies and then (of course) leaving and divorcing him, getting a divorce and getting over being a freethinker and getting a regular job.
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[User Picture]From: poliphilo
2007-02-14 04:36 pm (UTC)
For me the 70s were all about trying to make a go of a marriage that wasn't a terribly good idea and trying to swing it as a clergyman- which wasn't a terribly good idea either. I can remember feeling I'd sold out.

Babies started arriving at the very end of the decade. Now they were a good idea....
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[User Picture]From: jackiejj
2007-02-14 05:11 pm (UTC)
Yes, when I look back at the many disappointments and failures (yes) in my life, the one thing I am glad about is children.
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