Post by sootycat on Mar 2, 2008 12:26:02 GMT
From Ian Hyland, News Of The World
Corrie's a load of cobblers
STAGGERING honesty from the ITV lady before CORONATION STREET's second episode on Monday night:
"Back at the Rovers this is getting ridiculous."
Too right, luv.
Alex the teenager's "siege" at the pub (he'd, erm, locked the doors and wouldn't come out).
Not Weatherfield's finest hour. Problem is the storyline casualties strewn across the cobbles right now tell you all you need to know about Corrie at the moment.
'Cos it's not just at the Rovers where things are getting ridiculous.
I think it's safe to say we're in the pit of the post-Christmas lull.
The warm glow of Vera Duckworth's send-off is but a distant memory and the nuclear winter has set in.
Two "major" storylines during the week. Both came outta nowhere. Both going nowhere.
The saga of Michelle's maternity ward baby swap, and Violet and Sean's gaybee.
(Plus? The prospect of David Platt going loopy. Again.)
The less said about Michelle and her two "sons" the better.
We should simply agree centre stage has come too early for Kym Marsh although, to be fair, Helen Mirren would probably struggle to carry this stinker.
One thing is for sure. If Michelle was any kind of mother she'd have marched Ryan (Little Ian Brown) and Alex (Little Richard Ashcroft) down to the barber's for a decent haircut long before now.
As for Violet and Sean, I guess our only consolation is it looks like it's over.
Hopefully all that's left to endure are a couple of weeks of watching Antony Cotton trying to do "devastated", followed by a couple of weeks of watching him "survive" like Gloria Gaynor.
This Cotton fella. Why Corrie keep pinning their hopes on a man whose range of emotions barely runs into single figures is beyond me.
The guy acts about as well as he sings or presents chat shows.
Consequently? Corrie often has to be approached with extreme caution.
We barely see heavyweights like Ken and Deirdre, Dev or Queen Eileen these days.
And, David Platt's Kate Ford/Suranne Jones hybrid girlfriend aside, I'm struggling to think of any newcomers who've made an impression over the last 12 months.
Sinbad and the Mortons? Harry the bookie and his little wooden boy? Jack and Vera's grandson Paul? Violet's heinous sister?
Honestly, if that earthquake had hit Weatherfield would we miss any of them?
Our only hope is to trust in King Corrie to stop the rot. And quickly.
"Form is temporary, class is permanent", they will argue.
Fair enough.
But current form is woeful. And some of the writers need to go back to class.
I must admit there is an awful lot here I agree with.
Corrie's a load of cobblers
STAGGERING honesty from the ITV lady before CORONATION STREET's second episode on Monday night:
"Back at the Rovers this is getting ridiculous."
Too right, luv.
Alex the teenager's "siege" at the pub (he'd, erm, locked the doors and wouldn't come out).
Not Weatherfield's finest hour. Problem is the storyline casualties strewn across the cobbles right now tell you all you need to know about Corrie at the moment.
'Cos it's not just at the Rovers where things are getting ridiculous.
I think it's safe to say we're in the pit of the post-Christmas lull.
The warm glow of Vera Duckworth's send-off is but a distant memory and the nuclear winter has set in.
Two "major" storylines during the week. Both came outta nowhere. Both going nowhere.
The saga of Michelle's maternity ward baby swap, and Violet and Sean's gaybee.
(Plus? The prospect of David Platt going loopy. Again.)
The less said about Michelle and her two "sons" the better.
We should simply agree centre stage has come too early for Kym Marsh although, to be fair, Helen Mirren would probably struggle to carry this stinker.
One thing is for sure. If Michelle was any kind of mother she'd have marched Ryan (Little Ian Brown) and Alex (Little Richard Ashcroft) down to the barber's for a decent haircut long before now.
As for Violet and Sean, I guess our only consolation is it looks like it's over.
Hopefully all that's left to endure are a couple of weeks of watching Antony Cotton trying to do "devastated", followed by a couple of weeks of watching him "survive" like Gloria Gaynor.
This Cotton fella. Why Corrie keep pinning their hopes on a man whose range of emotions barely runs into single figures is beyond me.
The guy acts about as well as he sings or presents chat shows.
Consequently? Corrie often has to be approached with extreme caution.
We barely see heavyweights like Ken and Deirdre, Dev or Queen Eileen these days.
And, David Platt's Kate Ford/Suranne Jones hybrid girlfriend aside, I'm struggling to think of any newcomers who've made an impression over the last 12 months.
Sinbad and the Mortons? Harry the bookie and his little wooden boy? Jack and Vera's grandson Paul? Violet's heinous sister?
Honestly, if that earthquake had hit Weatherfield would we miss any of them?
Our only hope is to trust in King Corrie to stop the rot. And quickly.
"Form is temporary, class is permanent", they will argue.
Fair enough.
But current form is woeful. And some of the writers need to go back to class.
I must admit there is an awful lot here I agree with.
