Magazine article Metro Magazine

The Movie Show and at the Movies

Magazine article Metro Magazine

The Movie Show and at the Movies

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IT'S now well over a year since David Stratton and Margaret Pomeranz did the unthinkable and jumped ship to join the ABC. They left behind at SBS the title of their much-loved little indulgence, The Movie Show, but it is doubtful that they went without the bulk of their audience. Auntie's programming of the newer version, At The Movies, will not have done them any favours though. A 10pm start, rather than the less demanding 8pm, is close to bedtime for the generation to whom they appeal most. The young folks who took their place at SBS might have been better served by the time slot--or even later.

The furniture on both sets is different but the same, as befits what is, after all, a straightforward talking-heads MO. The new SBS format introduced DVD critiques by Marc Fennell, his spiel being delivered with the harmless charm of Guy Sebastian, whom he resembles uncannily, and it was a relief to hear that David and Margaret had at last abandoned their twee theme tune. Other than that, no experimental deviation from the comfortable formula was attempted, by either side--not even to Margaret's rigid coiffure.

The fresh team at SBS were clearly meant to capture the demographic seen in the show's opening sequence, i.e. inner-city groovemeisters, but when they kicked-off as a threesome it was inevitable that one of the girls would have to go. Alas, poor mousy Fenella Kernebone could not compete with the toothy ebullience of Megan Spencer and has since been assigned to reportage from the boondocks of the cinema foyer and PR interview lounge.

Megan is now entrenched, grinning and gushing like a Joyce Grenfell undergraduate who has just got a great deal on a used car. And, as that excitable undergraduate would, doing her best to rattle off every reference, obscure or otherwise, to any previous films and directors that the one under discussion brings to mind.

Jamie Leonarder, a sardonic dude with a deep voice and impeccably cool wardrobe, is similarly comfortable in the chair and getting closer to expressing an opinion that is acceptably balanced between unabashed, spontaneous brickbat or bouquet and stitched-up, cautious pc. The great unwashed, who don't watch SBS anyway, would surely have chortled in pity at his condemnation of Wedding Crashers, whilst Fenella nodded sagely, for 'setting feminism back years'. …

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