TV: Wet Hot American Summer: First Day Of Camp
Remember how the stars of 2001 satirical comedy Wet Hot American Summer were all a touch old for their roles? Well now they’re all plenty older still and, in most cases, plenty more famous. Which, on the basis of the opening episode, looks likely to make this Netflix prequel even dafter and even funnier. With Amy Poehler, Jason Schwartzman, Bradley Cooper, Jon Hamm, Janeane Garofalo and many more on board, this now looks a stellar cast. Willingly, they travel back to 1981. Camp Firewood is full of the usual slackers, misfits and geeks. Just over the way, there’s preppie, stuck-up Camp Tigerclaw. Let the illicit liaisons, burping contests and air guitar marathons commence.
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TV: Hannibal
Long teetering on the edge of cancellation, the toppling nudge finally came last month, meaning that this third outing for Mads Mikkelsen’s longpig enthusiast will, barring a Ripper Street-esque lifeline, be the last. Occasionally slow and more than a little pretentious it may be, but Mikkelsen has been truly magnetic as the Machiavellian lead, and the series has slowly unravelled into one of the most gruesomely compelling in years. Catch it in its entirety on Sky On Demand.
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Audio: Print
Print publications may be making a protracted exit from the market (ahem), but before we finally kick magazines to the curb we should remember that over the years they have often been responsible for creating pop culture as well as documenting it. As part of SHOWstudio’s project on print, you can listen to editor Lou Stoppard discuss the alternative history of fashion magazines with journalist Paul Gorman, via the latter’s extensive and obscure collection. Discover Janet Street-Porter’s all-but-forgotten West One, find out how a Nick Logan-helmed NME navigated the nascent marriage of music and fashion, and gorge on scans of Gorman’s archive elsewhere on the site.
TV: Inside The Ku Klux Klan
With worrying racial schisms continuing to afflict the US, this documentary could not have been more strikingly well-timed. It’s frequently alarming but also a handy reminder that bathos is rarely far away from extremist groups. Scary as they might be, whether its Frank the Imperial Wizard chatting about his fondness for Jimi Hendrix or Klansfolk worrying about the clearly dangerous proximity of polyester robes to burning crosses, they’re never more than a few steps from ridiculous.
