THE fictional radio DJ Alan Partridge has graced our small screen for more than 21 years, and at last he’s made the transition to the big screen — with promising results.
THE fictional radio DJ Alan Partridge has graced our small screen for more than 21 years, and at last he’s made the transition to the big screen — with promising results. It was always going to be a gamble, moving a buffoon from Norwich upmarket to Hollywood proportions, but it seems that this one has paid off.
The writer of the original TV series, satirist Armando Ianucci, has been joined of late by two thirty-something brothers, Rob and Neil Gibbons, and it was they who came up with the ideas that form the backbone of this script.
A media conglomorate has taken over the sleepy North Norfolk Digital radio station, and one of the night-shift DJs, Irishman Pat Farrell (Colm Meaney) has been sacked.
He gets his own back by staging a hold-up with a gun, taking hostages at the office party and refusing to negotiate with anyone but Partridge.
The film was shot partly in Norwich, and partly in an abandoned building in south-west London, where a stand-off between the police and the gunman, with Partridge in the middle, results in the police smuggling in a pile of takeaway pizzas concealing a Tazer gun.
Partridge is one of those (albeit very successful) cult figures of our time —alongside David Brent of The Office — that you either find very funny or not very funny at all, depending on your sense of humour. For those movie fans that like him, this is being lauded as a cinematic coup.
For those that don’t, it’s only a few weeks until the schools go back and the movie season starts again.