Alan Davies Teenage Revolution
excruciatingly whimsical
by Simon Basketter The middle classes have a talent for whining and fake rebellion. They also have a remarkable ability to see everything through the prism of their own supposed struggle. There is a steady line in selling reminisces back to usthe oooh do you remember that song, advert, cartoon genre has been milked beyond its The 100 greatest 100 greatest shows breaking point. Alan Davies Teenage Revolution adds to the format a rambling, tedious retrospection. The 1980s are brought back by TV clips of some protests, Margaret Thatcher and Mike Yarwoodall to help us share Davies journey. Whimsical self-knowing can work on a comedy panel show, but in a documentary its excruciating. Davies recounts how he saw Citizen Smith, hero of John Sullivans reactionary comedy, as a revolutionary figure only matched by tennis star John McEnroe. I suppose the programme gave some insight into the stultifying nature of the suburban middle class by stultifying the viewer into submission. The issue that dominated the first of three episodes was racism. The local shop, run by an Asian family, was abused and the fascist National Front newspaper was some sort of prized publication in his public school. Davies catches up with the shopkeeper today. He makes half-hearted apologies that are painful to watch, while guilt mixes with utter trivialisation. The big fear of Davies youth were the skinheads who came to the gigs of his friends band. We meet them again today, and the working class is revealed to be a bunch of racist thugsso much more ominous than Davies boyish behaviour. The air of fey regret masks the way the prejudice of middle class youth has been replaced by the prejudice of middle class middle agethe smug knowing self-guilt of the liberal. Next week we apparently get to see Davies time in student politics.
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