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Lazarus and the Gimp
09-12-2008, 22:08:24
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/7772620.stm

Saddest loss since John Peel. That's a big chunk of my childhood gone.

MOBIUS
09-12-2008, 23:39:00
:(

King_Ghidra
10-12-2008, 10:20:46
A legend. Simple as.

Funko
10-12-2008, 10:21:54
Yeah.

MattHiggs
10-12-2008, 11:24:39
Who?!

As long as Terry Brain is still around I don't care.

mr_B
10-12-2008, 11:40:27
so a 83 year old puppet playert died.
wal wal

protein
10-12-2008, 13:13:53
bagpus filled and still fills me with a lovely warm nostalgic feeling.

ivor the engine fills me with fear, dread, hate and the urge to hide.

no idea why.

Funko
10-12-2008, 13:25:27
My reactions are much less extreme but the opposite of that.

Drekkus
10-12-2008, 13:51:25
Bagpus sounds horrible

Nills Lagerbaak
10-12-2008, 14:12:20
I thought bagpus was quite horrible. A slow, dirty, drunken, kiddie-fiddler of a cat.

protein
10-12-2008, 14:15:29
and the riddlers aren't?

Nills Lagerbaak
10-12-2008, 14:21:23
Ah, the riddlers :) Bagpus took too much ketamine, I'm sure of it.

Funko
10-12-2008, 14:37:58
Originally posted by Nills Lagerbaak
I thought bagpus was quite horrible. A slow, dirty, drunken, kiddie-fiddler of a cat.

Professor Yaffle was the one that I thought was freaky. Still, clearly tons better than the Riddlers.

Drekkus
10-12-2008, 14:46:22
Professor Keryaffle

mr_B
10-12-2008, 15:42:20
Originally posted by Drekkus
Bagpus sounds horrible :lol:

Lazarus and the Gimp
10-12-2008, 17:17:04
Originally posted by mr_B
so a 83 year old puppet playert died.
wal wal


Also a legend, and one of the most loved and admired TV producers of all time.

mr_B
10-12-2008, 19:07:52
jesjes but he still be a legend due to his thingys.
I'm curious so I googled the guy and thank god for youtube I could see his work, I really enjoyed it and respect his work.
his work is still allive so me thinks why do we care.

Lazarus and the Gimp
10-12-2008, 19:43:36
Well, we could see you fall into an industrial-sized deep-fat fryer tomorrow, and say that you'll still be remembered for your contribution to architecture. However I'd like to think that we'd still be sorry to hear of it.

Lurker the Second
10-12-2008, 19:50:50
I'd like to think that, too, but then reality always sets in.

mr_B
10-12-2008, 19:53:57
true and nice

but think positive, due to his work the man still is alive isn't he.

Noisy
10-12-2008, 20:41:13
:(

Funko
11-12-2008, 09:00:33
Originally posted by mr_B
true and nice

but think positive, due to his work the man still is alive isn't he.

I understand what you mean.

Drekkus
11-12-2008, 09:02:06
(= i totally disagree and think you are a moron)

Funko
11-12-2008, 09:02:25
:lol:

MattHiggs
11-12-2008, 19:49:05
Originally posted by mr_B
true and nice

but think positive, due to his work the man still is alive isn't he.

No, he's dead.

Dyl Ulenspiegel
11-12-2008, 19:50:38
but not as we know it

Lazarus and the Gimp
11-12-2008, 20:17:45
A really poetic ending would be if, when we're all asleep, Postgate comes back to life and leaves us strange little presents made of wool, pipe-cleaners and biscuits.

Ellipsis
11-12-2008, 23:22:26
Romlingane!

Lazarus and the Gimp
13-12-2008, 15:39:33
Charlie Brooker's obituary-


"Another week, another column diverted from its planned trajectory at the last minute.

I was supposed to write about Horizon: Where's My Robot? (Tue, 9pm, BBC2), an affable lightweight documentary about the world of science's ongoing attempts to create proper walking, talking mechanical men. The most unusual and affecting sequence in the programme involves a Japanese professor's efforts to create a lifelike android, and the difficulties that involves. He's built several eerie likenesses, of himself, his daughter, and an attractive young woman - only to discover that they freak people out. The trouble is they look almost human, but also markedly lifeless, with cold eyes and uncreased skin. Visitors react with revulsion at the very sight of the things because there's no soul.

Anyway, I sit down to write about that, check the internet for a bit of last-minute procrastination and... oh no. Oliver Postgate's just died. There it is on the BBC News website. I can't write about anything else now. I have to type this off the top of my head. And the first thought that strikes me is that, in stark contrast to the creepy Japanese android guy, here was a man capable of effortlessly breathing gallons of soul into even the most basic of artificial lifeforms. A saggy old cloth cat. A steam engine made of paper, puffing cotton wool balls for steam. A tribe of miniature pink aliens on the moon.

Together, the team of Postgate and Peter Firmin were apparently incapable of creating anything less than timelessly wonderful whenever they sat down to work. Pogles' Wood, Noggin The Nog, Ivor The Engine, Bagpuss, The Clangers ... each of them would instantly hypnotise and charm the viewer. And each was infused with a uniquely British sense of genteel eccentricity; they became a key element in countless individual childhoods, informing the dreams and imaginations of millions of people. All of it forged in a former cowshed in Kent, sewn into being like an enchanted tapestry made of 16mm film.

The stories were simple, the animation basic, the puppets and drawings polite yet charismatic, but together they were far more than the sum of their parts. Close your eyes and picture them and you can't help but feel genuine warmth; these films were made with love. It glowed from the screen.

Postgate himself was a committed pacifist, and forgive me if I sound like a wuss, but I swear you could hear it in his voice, which never shrieked or gurgled or patronised, but maintained a steady, dreamlike pace on each soundtrack. It was recorded quite basically, so it often sounded like he was speaking from a cupboard in the corner of the room, but that merely added to the charm. Stuff your bird or whale song, forget about breezes in cornfields or lapping waves and waterfalls: there is no more calming sound in the world than the voice of Oliver Postgate. With him narrating your life, you'd feel cosy and safe even during a gas explosion. It floated above all these stories, that voice; wound its way through them. It was the kindest, wisest voice you ever heard, and now it's gone.

As have all the other sounds, which you'll now hear in your mind's ear as I mention them in turn: Ivor's pshht-a-coo engine mechanics; the Clangers' whistles; Bagpuss yawning; Gabriel the toad swallowing; professor Yaffle climbing down from his bookend to inspect some new artefact; the squealing mice. All gone now, too.

The character design, the writing, the narration, the sound effects, the music: each individual element of every Smallfilms creation was absolutely pitch-perfect. That's not just rare, it's almost unprecedented. That it all appeared effortless is a testament to their genius: it's a level of craft that's impossible to achieve by anyone aiming for it on a conscious level. It's either in you or it isn't. It was in Oliver Postgate, and that's why he was - for my money, and without the slightest whiff of hyperbole - the greatest children's storyteller of the last 100 years. Rest in peace, sir. You earned it."