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Sam Wollaston Is The Witless Antidote To Clive James’ TVGuardian

by | 5th, December 2013



Mic Right’s Remotely Furious: Sam Wollaston and Charlie Brooker

SAM Wollaston is my favourite TV critic of the modern age. While Clive James continued in his dotage to be pure genius, Wollaston is a performance artist, the Andy Kaufmann of sitting around gawping at other people’s work then witlessly hammering out some half-thought out bibble for The Guardian . Nice work if you can get it.

A typical Wollaston review is a counter-intuitive masterpiece. If Sam hates a show or simply doesn’t understand it, I’m sure to be delighted by it. However, such is the confused and confusing approach of La Wollaston that often his reviews contain very little about the show in question and more about his personal life, something he saw out of the car window or someone he once met who told him he had nice hair. Wollaston is truly a 21st century reviewer, so distracted that he can barely focus on writing about the telly programmes he’s paid to watch.

A prime example of Wollastonian TV reviewing was his take on the rather delightful Liberty London documentary series. Three paragraphs of his eight paragraph review are dedicated to talking about himself. Another three focus on how confusing and boring he found the show. I realise that I’ve dedicated the majority of this column to pooping on Wollaston’s

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