They dropped Jimmy Savile's gravestone into a skip
When Dennis Rodman comes to write his memoirs, he will recall how he has tussled with some of the most feared individuals of our times: Magic Johnson, Larry Bird, Kim Jong-un, Madonna, and in the British Big Brother house in 2006: Jimmy Savile.
In all fairness to the Leeds-born, marathon-running former DJ, TV presenter and fund raiser, who after his death was revealed to be one of the country’s biggest ever sex abusers, the 201cm tall Rodman wasn’t his type.
Before he became famous and women wouldn’t give him the time of the day because of his likeness to a goblin, it was strictly corpses (mortuary at Stoke Mandeville Hospital), and only afterwards, when they knew he could introduce them to the Beatles, young girls (any children’s wing or the set of the long-running music show Top of the Pops) – institutionalised or hospitalised and prepubescent if possible.
Entwined in the story of this sick paedophile’s 50-odd years of abuse is the realisation that many, many people involved in his career knew and tolerated his secret because he made them money. And most of them worked for the BBC, the media, hospitals or charities.
A couple of minutes into Exposure: The other side of Jimmy Saville, we’re reminded of an interview he did in 2000 with journalist Louis Theroux in which he was asked about tabloid speculation that he might be a paedophile. “How do they know whether I am or not … I know I’m not,” he tells Theroux as an eerie silence ensues.
Ten years earlier, in an interview with Q magazine, Savile said: “Some people get hold of the fact that Jim likes looking after cadavers and say: ‘Aha, Jim’s a necrophiliac!’ I’m not a necrophiliac”.
Not sure who is looking after Savile’s. In October 2012, his relatives destroyed his headstone and dropped the remains in a landfill. So his grave is unmarked – just like his criminal record.
There are four docs worth recommending this week.
To coincide with Fashion Week, Valentino: The Last Emperor (DRK, Fri 20:00) paints a competent portrait of the designer.
Brother Number One is a harrowing, acclaimed account of how a New Zealand yachtsman Kerry Hamill was tortured and murdered by the Khmer Rouge in Cambodia in 1978.
DH Lawrence: A Journey without Shame (BBC World, Sat 16:10 or 22:10) proves that PC is nothing new and that the author’s biggest crime was speaking his mind.
The Discovery Channel’s Klu Klux Klan: Beneath the Hood takes us into their homes to provide some unique insight into the practices of the notorious group.
Elsewhere, this year’s judges on American Idol (TV2 Zulu, Sun 21:00) are Jennifer Lopez, Keith Urban and Harry Connick Jr; while season one of Lost Kingdoms of Africa (DR2, Fri 18:30) visits Nubia, Ethiopia and Zimbabwe. (BH)
Coming Soon: Looking
If you liked Girls and don’t mind boys, chances are you’ll be a sucker for HBO’s new comedy-drama, Looking.
Though drama in this context seems to revolve around which emoticon to put at the end of a text or being turned down for a potential shag.
Heart-wrenching, yes, and also shoulder-tensingly awkward are the everyday adventures of the show’s three gay leads trying to pay the rent and find real love in San Francisco.
With a 74 on Metacritic and pretty much universal acclaim, it seems that the show’s ambition to be less a gay show and more a nuanced depiction of everyday relationships has been successful.
Entertainment Weekly praises “Looking’s naturalism, resonant sexual themes, and winsome performances.” (ASH)
Sport of the Week
It’s going to be chilly as the Seattle Seahawks try to win their first ever Super Bowl. The Denver Broncos, on the hand, have won two titles since making their first bowl in … for a second there, we sounded like we actually cared. And it’s not much cop in the English Premier League where Stoke City vs Manchester United promises to be yet another game that might derail United’s bid for Europa League football. Finally, the Equestrian Nations Cup – no, we didn’t make that up – is pissing off the camels in Abu Dhabi. (BH)
Film of the week
If you’re wondering why the 40-year-old actress Kristen Wiig had never entered your radar it’s because she took the Ben and Matt approach and wrote her way there, penning herself the plum role in breakout smash Bridesmaids. Paul Thomas Andersen, in contrast, had already proven himself with Boogie Nights and Magnolia long before he knocked off There will be Blood. Elsewhere, Kramer vs Kramer is the perfect melodrama to stay in and watch and fantasise about escaping the Ice Station Zebra we call home. (BH)