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Derek Jacobi
Actor, Revengers Tragedy (2003)
Jacobi minces through the whole ghastly shambles as a semi-embalmed Frankie Howerd.
(Chris Tookey, Daily Mail)
Presenter, Charles Dickens’s England (2009)
Who needs Sacha Baron Cohen when we’ve got Sir Derek Jacobi setting off in his Renault Laguna for a round-the-nation Dickens tour so shambolic and tone-deaf it must be a joke? Surely it’s a joke. Favourite line: “I wonder what Dickens would make of Gerrard Street now?”, delivered with a moue and a raised eyebrow. It’s kind of priceless, while also being one of the most inept documentaries you’ve ever seen.
(Tim Robey, Daily Telegraph)
A bizarrely stilted, placid, agonizingly slow and hypnotisingly wooden documentary presented by Sir Derek Jacobi. It is like something that might appear on schools television if everyone behind the camera had been smoking a Constable-hay-wain quantity of ganja.... Stately Sir Derek himself movies about with the faintly preoccupied expression of someone who suspects he may have left his reading glasses at the garden centre. He does pieces to camera in a rolling, sonorous voice, as if reading from the lectern at the memorial service of a distant acquaintance... Jacob chats with experts and librarians, conversations preceded with redundant establishing shots - for instance, Sir Derek effortfully getting out of his car and walking over to the meeting point as if someone had spiked his Werther’s Original with Temazepam... The weirdest thing is the silent little look that Sir Derek gives the camera after each vignette, before cutting away - each look is an unendurably awkward transition. Either it’s an arch “oo-er” expression, or a grimace of philosophical stoicism, or a thoughtful look-away to the far horizon.
(Peter Bradshaw, Guardian)
Jacobi is to TV presenting what Gordon Brown is to stand-up comedy: awkward, stiff and funny only by accident. The style is like a parody of TV documentary-making at its worst, with horribly staged, artificial interviews, deliriously clunky shots of the presenter trying to walk and talk at the same time, and naff staging of scenes from the books.
(Chris Tookey, Daily Mail)
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