In 1988, Harold Snoad, producer and director
of the third and fourth series of Ever Decreasing Circles, wrote a book
for BBC Television Training called Directing Situation Comedy.
It’s a lively, highly opinionated book, full
of first-hand information.
Some writers say their adrenalin
only flows when they are working against the clock, which is really just another
way of saying that the script is going to be late.
It’s also, necessarily, quite technical and
detailed in places.
You can… tighten the action by
cutting from either a ‘single’ of character A (or a narrow-angle two shot
favouring him) to the narrow-angle two shot favouring character B (or, of
course, from a ‘single’ of character B to a narrow-angle two shot favouring character
A) and no one will be any the wiser.
At the time, Snoad was working on the fourth
series of Ever Decreasing Circles, and
the book contains a handful of on-set and on-location pictures, mainly from episode
three (The One Where They Get Stuck In The Loft) and four (The One Where They
Get Tricked By A Con-Man). Here are a few, along with some screengrabs of the
scenes they depict.
Here, the studio audience at Television
Centre (the show was variously shot in studios 1, 4, 6 and 8) is being warmed
up by actor and stand-up comedian Bobby Bragg.
This camera is presumably being used in
the Con-Man episode, in which Martin does a fair bit of peering out of his
front window as he becomes possessed by the spirit of Neighbourhood Watch.
Here, Snoad is positioning cameras on the
studio floorplan. Squint hard enough and you can make out the words ‘MARTIN’S
HOUSE’ and ‘POLICE STATION OFFICE – ONCE ONLY’. The sofa and chairs in the
Bryces’ living room are clearly marked.
And here are the sofa and chairs. This image
was used on the cover of Snoad’s book, and unfortunately crops out Peter Egan.
There he is. Handsome cove. Is there anyone
on television who better suits black tie?
This is Martin’s tiny office (during camera rehearsal), described in
the first script as
A
BOX-ROOM, MADE EVEN SMALLER BY THE FACT THAT THE WALLS ARE LINED ON THREE SIDES
BY TIERED SHELVES CONTAINING A MYRIAD OF HOME-PRODUCED ‘LITERATURE’ – ALL
NEATLY STACKED AND THE CUBBY-HOLES LABELLED, E.G. ‘CRICKET, BADMINTON,
RESIDENTS’ ASSOCIATION, NEWSLETTER, CAR RALLIES’. THE SMALL RECTANGLE IN THE
MIDDLE OF THE ROOM IS OCCUPIED BY A DESK, TWO CHAIRS AND A SMALL PHOTO-COPIER.
ON THE DESK IS A TYPEWRITER AND A TELEPHONE. THE MAXIMUM DISTANCE BETWEEN
ANYTHING AND ITS NEIGHBOUR ON THE FLOORSPACE OF THE ROOM IS ABOUT 18 INCHES.
ALL MOVEMENT IS THEREFORE REDUCED TO EDGING ALONG.
Designer Eric Walmsley realised this handsomely.
Howard and Hilda are (now, during the recording) in matching knitwear. Of course. Of course they are.
On location in Dell Lane, Billingshurst,
which played The Close in the series. The large white screen above the
Dormobile is a ‘butterfly,’ and is used to diffuse sharp sunlight.
As you can see, the butterfly worked.
In this episode, the Bryces, the Hugheses,
Paul and his companion are on their way to a holiday cottage. The camera is on
a bridge here because the shot started looking down at a stream, before tilting
up to see the Dormobile approaching. It’s the opening of the episode, thus the directorial flourish.
There she is.
And this is the perhaps the most detailed
photo in the book. To shoot Richard Briers and Penelope Wilton, the Dormobile
was put on a low-loader with a camera rigged to the driver’s door. Crouched
between them, on the floor (and very possibly getting to know the
gearstick rather too well) was the sound recordist, Morton Hardaker. Watching the camera feed on a monitor in
the foreground of the shot is Harold Snoad himself.
‘One man went to mow, went to mow a meadow…’
I’m indebted to archive maven and all-round good egg Rory Clark for alerting me to the book, and to international pottery magnate Peter Neill for identifying Bobby Bragg. Grats, chaps. Your pints are in the post.
I’m indebted to archive maven and all-round good egg Rory Clark for alerting me to the book, and to international pottery magnate Peter Neill for identifying Bobby Bragg. Grats, chaps. Your pints are in the post.