Was Christmas telly better in the good old days?

Last year, Christmas telly was Brown all the way down. The highest rated Christmas Day broadcast on Irish television was Mrs Brownâs Boys: Mammy of the People, which drew 486,400 viewers â a 35 per cent share of the audience. In the UK, meanwhile, the seasonal ratings war was won by Call The Midwife, with an audience of 6.8 million. It was followed, inevitably, Mrs Brownâs Boys in seventh place (with 3.8 million).
This confirmed Brendan OâCarroll as a jolly bearded man who had made Christmas his own. But he didnât have the day entirely to himself. Other big winners on December 25 included Fair City, which drew 257,000 for its Christmas special and EastEnders, racking up 267,000 Irish viewers on St Stephenâs Day.Â
There is, needless to say, little inherently Christmassy about Brendan OâCarroll dressed as a Finglas grandmother or Fair City and EastEnders pouring on the kitchen sink misery as though splashing gravy over turkey and ham. And yet these are the distractions audiences seemingly crave as the nights draw in and the tinsel comes out. Terrifying though it may be, the fact is Mrs Brownâs Boys is now a Christmas institution â a sort of end-of-pier Late Late Toy Show.
Faced with an uncomfortable truth â such as the fact viewers adore Brendan OâCarroll and his single entendres â it is tempting to conclude things were better in the old days. But is the dominance each December 25 of the Brendan OâCarroll fnar fnar fest truly a signifier of cultural decline? Or is it merely a case that, decade after decade, we are tuning into the same old seasonal tat with different wrapping paper?Â
To answer this question it is necessary to travel back in time. So letâs do just that. In Christmas 1983, the RTĂ Guide featured on its cover the quadruple threat of Twink, Ruth Buchanan, Bosco and Dermot Morgan hefting an oversized hurley. Inside, the editor welcome readers and shared with them some of mistletoe-hued treats to which they could look forward when sitting down to RTĂ over Christmas.Â
Pride of place went to the many top-class movies the national broadcaster had lined up. These included Martin Scorseseâs King of Comedy, a bittersweet meditation on success, failure, stifled dreams and the role of violence in society (decades later,it would partly inspire Joaquin Phoenixâs Joker). Next up was the Elephant Man, David Lynchâs biopic of Victorian freak-show survivor John Merrick. Oh and there was also the China Syndrome â in which Jane Fonda played a scientist trying to save the world from nuclear catastrophe. Cue viewers jingling into the living room to tuck into these âjollyâ treats.Â
It wasnât all glum Hollywood New Wave, however. Christmas Day featured a special 20-minute episode of Fortycoats, followed by the Paul Daniels Christmas Show â with guests including Hungarian acrobat family Five Star Endresz and husband and wife illusionists, the Pendragons. Pride of place on Christmas night meanwhile went to âHome For Christmasâ, which promised âflickering firelight and good fellowshipâ. Described as an âinformal gathering of some of Irish entertainmentâs biggest names,â the line-up included Mary OâHara, Frank Patterson, the Wolfe Tones, Twink and â slightly inevitably given that this was the 1980sâ the Billie Barry Children.
Over on RTĂ Two meanwhile, the first broadcast wasnât until midday. Here the fare was more high brow. Christmas at Pops featured John Williams, the Boston Pops Orchestra and the Tanglewood Festival Chorus. And the big movie was the not-terribly-seasonal âThe Barrets of Wimpole Streetâ. In 2021, this sounds like a movie title rejected by Wes Anderson on the grounds of excessive tweeness. In 1983 it was something else. The Barrets of Wimple Street was a 1957 dynastic drama about a disabled woman trying to escape the shadow of a domineering father so that she could pursue her true love: poetry. Christmas cheer, it is safe to say, did not feature prominently.
A generation later, RTĂâs Christmas movie selection was rather more on the nose. Last yearâs big films included feel-good musical The Greatest Showman, Home Alone 2 and Peter Rabbit â none directed by Martin Scorsese or particularly concerned with the pain of existence. Television of course merely holds up a mirror to society. And Ireland in 1983 was a miserable place. Emigration was soaring, the economy in free-fall, the conflict in the North continuing to spiral. Every day was a bad news day. Dunlop in Cork had closed that September. Ford would shutter for good the following summer. Every time you turned on the television, a factory had either gone out of business or another bomb had rocked Belfast.
Was that why our Christmas TV was so bleak? Perhaps â though it is worth bearing in mind the going was equally po-faced on UK television. A perusal of the 1978 Radio Times confirms, for instance, that Xmas TV in Britain was every bit as serious as in Ireland. The cover of the magazine featured a rather alarming photograph of light entertainer Mike Yarwood as Santa Claus. The image raised all sorts of questions: Why is âSantaâ taking off his beard? And what was with his scary google-eyed expression?
The actual schedules are a good deal less jolly than the grinning Yarwood. Among the delights awaiting audiences were Central European cartoons, Arthur Lowe reading a short story by Joan Aiken (this for Jackanory â the 1970s equivalent of CBeebies Story Time) and a lecture on the significance of composer Leonard Bernstein. The movie selections were eye-opening, too. The Christmas Day matinee was Dersu Uzala, by Akira Kurosawa â about a friendship between a Russian soldier and âwoodsman with an uncanny instinct for survivalâ. It was neither based on a beloved Julia Donaldson book or featured James Corden voicing a comedy rabbit.
Were people more intellectual in 1978 than today? They almost certainly had greater attention spans, as their brains had not been frazzled by TikTok and YouTube.
And yet itâs worth remembering the present day King of Christmas, Brendan OâCarroll, is himself a throwback to the scruffy-at-the-edges comedy of the 1970s and 1980s. Mrs Brownâs Boys is immature, loaded with innuendos and with gags broader than a slap across the head with a Selection Box Curly-Wurly. Nobody would argue Christmas TV today is less serious-minded than was the case a generation ago.Â
And yet it is surely equally true that one of the biggest hits each December 25 is a guffaw-orgy that self-consciously tries to recreate the slap and tickle fervour of sit-coms from a simpler era. The past is a foreign country â especially when it comes to Christmas TV. But if the success of Mrs Brownâs Boys is any indication itâs a place many of us enjoying visiting, if only once a year.
- The Flight Before Christmas, BBC One; A new half-hour special from stop-motion maestros Aardman.
- debuts on BBC in late December, having already aired on Netflix in the US and across Europe (though not Ireland)
- Dermot Whelan and Doireann Garrihy âpress the launch button on one hour of serious family entertainmentâ.
- The comedian-turned-chat show host returns for an Xmas special. âA master of improvisation, Tommy thrives on the adrenaline of surprises,â says RTĂ. âThe result is conversations full of adventure and surprise, with people from all walks of life, some well-known personalities, some lesser so.â
- A celebration of Donegal country sensation Daniel OâDonnell as he marks a significant birthday.
- As inevitably as night follows day or a hangover a late evening, so there will be special Christmas Day and New Yearâs Day episodes of Mrs Brownâs Boys.
- Una Healy and Loah welcome performances by some of Irelandâs leading artists from the Round Room of the Mansion House for a seasonal one-off.
- The cult childrenâs tale is brought to life by Mark Gatiss in an adaptation that also stars Tamsin Greig and Simon Callow.
- Olivia Colman narrates the latest animated retelling of a beloved Julia Donaldson childrenâs book, with Matt Smith as the eponymous worm.
- The Tipperary podcasters host RTĂâs live New Year countdown from Dublin Castle with music from Picture This.
- New Yearâs Day Jodie Whitaker is on her final victory lap as Doctor Who.