White Heat, BBC Two
It’s that bloody split time theme again,
More or less, this time flash-forwarding
To a range of Poliakoff-ey talents pondering
Their sixties student residence; what a pain,
& as for forty minutes the present day
Is forgotten, particularly pointless.
The sixties stuff is rather gorgeous,
If waypoint happy, a little lightweight.
I know this isn’t a perfect example,
But frame narrative aside, three hours
Or so pass before Jacobi’s Claudius
Appears, requiring patience, but preferable
To this chopped-up epilogue. We’d devour
A last ep. thesp flip. You underestimate us.
