ManoptiCon 2 (Originally published in Top 1993)
It was the lifts that did it. Normally it’s the alcohol. This time it
was the lifts. O to 60 in about 2 seconds or something equally as bone crunching
and the problem was you had to use them to get above the ground floor. Thing
was they went so fast it took until about the seventh floor to recover your
senses. Manchester has to be different like that. You arrive to find a city
centre full of trams. Not those clunky old ones but streamlined modern versions
gliding about majestically as you try to work out what direction all the
different types of traffic are coming at you from. Then there’s the Piccadilly
Hotel itself. 47 quid a night! Are they kidding? Besides the rooms across the
road in the Britannia are a mere £30, they’re bigger and it’s got fabulous
chandeliers and deep blue stair carpets enigmatically illuminated like some
grand club. By comparison the Piccadilly is tacky light browns and greens-
faceless and for the price decidedly un- accommodating.
People are buying a lot more at conventions nowadays. The strategically
placed dealers room through which you had to pass to reach the main hall was
brimful of those things you can easily be persuaded you need to buy including a
stack of Star Trek phasers. Manna for
the guy who spent the weekend dressed up as Data; perhaps he’d been reading
some strange fiction. Bill Baggs was there to explain why you should buy his
new Stranger video dramas. They are,
though, genuinely good, a bit creepy and always interesting. Move to Jeremy Bentham’s stall and you’ll
find JJB holding court. There’s something about Jeggers that allows him a
mystique which belies the fact he’s only a fan like you or I. It seems as
though he has something to do with the series but unless he turns out to be Christopher
Bailey, he hasn’t. Nice to see fanzines making something of a resurgence.
`Glory Daze` may over analyse but the chaps who edit it are fun. `Skaro` looks
amazing and the text matches the visuals.
Conventions without juicy scandals are dull beasts and ManoptiCon
managed to whip up quite a hornet’s nest. A few weeks beforehand Colin Baker
had intimated he didn’t wish to appear if Eric Saward and Ian Levine were
present. While this is understandable (Saward’s criticism of Colin having made
the tabloids) it did place the organisers in a tricky position. In terms of
punter appeal, Col soars ahead but the fall out the event would attract by
ditching the other two could have been damaging. Anyhow they `disinvited`
Levine and Saward though did re-invite the latter to which he responded with a
put down that ironically quoted Colin’s Doctor. Strikes me that if Levine had
showed he would not have had the easy reception he clearly thinks he deserves.
On stage Anneke Wills making her convention debut stirred up a bit more
contention with her memories of William Hartnell. We’ve long suspected the
`original, hmm` was one of the less tolerant souls but with remarkable
frankness Anneke made his right wing tendancies very clear. Perhaps it’s unfair
to judge him in contemporary terms even if when he did the series he wasn’t
some old buffer but in his early fifties. Anyhow Anneke lived up to her star
billing; all smiles and sparkle garnished with bite. And she paints as well.
Three Doctors turned up. Sylvester McCoy arrived in the bar on Saturday
night wearing a wide brimmed hat and clutching an oversized umbrella looking
like some fanboy’s impersonation of himself. On stage he’s scattershot witty,
bursting with a ricochet energy that’s delightfully anarchic when placed in a
live situation. He jumps over chairs, clambers around the hall and glosses over
difficult points with eccentric skill. As a performer McCoy has few peers on
the convention circuit. He’s balanced by Sophie Aldred who bubbles with the
enthusiasm of a teenager. In a way, they are in character but it’s a more
natural rapport than they had on telly.
Jon Pertwee on the other hand seems to have found a groove into which he
can settle down. The charisma and showmanship that ten years ago marked his
appearances seems to have mellowed and he tells what is basically one long
anecdote about himself. He seems to have started talking as well about roles he
didn’t get – Dad’s Army is discussed
here. Colin Baker is becoming a little repetitive. Some seven years after the
event he is still rabbiting on about his sacking. His stage work is barely
touched upon as he continues to air his gripes about Michael Grade. Mind you he
did have one marvellous put down of the ubiquitous and annoying fan Sheldon
Collins who should be banned from every convention and quite possibly the
planet.
Derek Newark looks fierce. He sits, glowering, at one end of a sofa. At
the other end yet the most interesting guest of all is John Woodnutt who has a
great line in storytelling. Sat in between, full of energy and seemingly
oblivious to the fact that Newark looks ready to bite his head off, is Cy Town.
Yet it all turned out to be a great panel from a trio you would never imagine
gelling. Perhaps they should make an album.
Sunday evening’s entertainment was ample proof of the thought that had
gone into the event. Amidst a melee of amusing video presentations and an
auction that was both swift and well presented, came Have I Got News For
Who. Hosted by Alec Charles and
including pot shots at just about everybody it worked extremely well. This was
followed by what was almost a mini gig as the Silva Screen people took to the
stage to perform several versions of the theme tune beneath a barrage of
keyboards, lights and a laser! Sylvester and Sophie even joined in, the former
playing spoons in a display more interesting than what’s been on Top of the Pops lately. Things like this made ManoptiCon 2 work so well. If only the lifts could
have been as good. Now can I get back to the ground floor in one piece?
ManoptiCon 3 (Originally published in Top 1994)
There were moments when Manopticon 3 lit up and hit the (very high)
roof, moments of innovation – screaming women, chanting monks – that really
made use of this unusual location. Manchester Town Hall, often a stand in for
the palace of Westminster in tv dramas, definitely demanded such art but
unfortunately the audience were not going to go with it. The place is made of
large stone blocks, looks like a church / palace but its sheer grandeur and one
of the most lethargic audiences I’ve ever seen at any public event gave
proceedings a flat feeling that the organisers who’d worked hard and
meticulously did not deserve. Part of the problem perhaps was the advance
`gothic` themed blurb which didn’t always come off after a startling opening
involving mist, hooded monks and `Pyramids of Mars` ambience. By Monday this
was all forgotten as a Cyberman was pacing the passageways and a Dalek was the
centre of attention in the lobby while everyone was getting their photo taken
in front of the TARDIS. Manopticon 3 ended up just like any other convention
because clearly that’s what people want. They don’t care much about gothic
goings on and I doubt if many even took a moment to admire the splendour of
their surroundings.
if the ambition of the `gothic fantasie` got a bit lost there was still
an impressive selection of guests including a lively Colin Baker and Peter
Davison as well as the convention debuts of both Caroline John and Peter Purves
both of whom proved to be refreshingly open in their opinions. There is an air
of dissatisfaction that seems to permeate Peter Purves interviews and whilst
his memories of Doctor Who seem
happier than we’d been led to believe he did hint that on Blue Peter he had not got on with producer Biddy Baxter, the “iron
hand” as he called her. Caroline John seems to have happier memories of
everything. She confessed she’d stayed away from all things Doctor Who for 23 years because she’d
always felt her performances in the series had not been very good. However on
recently seeing `The Silurians` she had realised otherwise. She spoke with
charm and vitality about all kinds of things in particular the hazards of
location filming and problems with strikes. She also related how she’d taken
several years away from acting to look after her children and this had damaged
her career to some extent. Nevertheless she does have a wide variety of work to
talk about and did so entertainingly. Surprisingly she also revealed that Barry
Letts had not really wanted to carry on with the character of Liz which is a
shame as her potential was never fully developed. Caroline proved to be the
best of the interviewees as her rapturous reception from the otherwise
restrained audience confirmed.
Elsewhere Nick Pegg’s valiant MCing livened up matters though too many
of the panels fell into tedium. Highlights were Lis Sladen, Colin Baker’s
energetic appearance (including a clip from the then just completed Terror Game
video which looked excellent) and the Villains panel with the wonderful
raconteur John Woodnutt and the possibly mad Peter Miles.
In the dealers room there were more fanzines than usual which is an
encouraging development and they nearly all seemed to be have been produced to
an expensive looking standard which is less promising (a fanzine should look rough).
Best of the new stuff was the second issue of `Cottage Under Siege` which is a
riot. Much merchandise was around proving the enduring marketability of the
series though carrying a helium filled balloon home would be an embarrassment
and a half!
Maopticon 3 was a modest rather than spectacular success suffering from
overhyping beforehand and an audience who might have had the courtesy to attend
whilst awake. Despite this the organisers should be applauded for trying to
break new ground.
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