Black Mirror: Be Right Back (2013) Review

Or happy Valentines day darling, one of us will die only to be kept alive by a creepy social media echo.

Black Mirror (2011 - Present):
An empty television screen reflecting into our soul. Spooky.

Now I know this isn't a film, but gosh darnit if someone is going to make me watch an episode for 1 hour and 10 minutes (I've included ad breaks in there to be tricksy) then I will classify it as a film if I want.

So, I don't really celebrate Valentines Day, and outside of the time spent at work Manface spent the majority of the day with his true love, Liverpool FC. I spent it in a separate room rekindling an old flame, my Xbox. I'm only using it for it's body though. Manface however is in a true affair of the mind, heart and soul. He's the real villain.

When we finally did regroup for the day we decided to watch the first episode in the new series of Black Mirror (2013) by Charlie Brooker. It had been setting on our scary, flashy, recordy device for a few days and by jingo it was long over due.

Charlie Brooker: - I Can Make You Hate.
Cheerful stuff.

Now, I love anything by Brooker. I could watch him for hours. Though I am absolutely positive that if I ever had to sit in a room with him for more than ten minutes not only would I hate him, but I would debate on whether or not I was morally obliged to put him out of his misery. I can be an annoyingly chipper sort. The kind who wakes up first thing after a heavy night and yet is still excitable and cheery. I can't comprehend that anyone can genuinely despise our existence so much; let alone do so and wish to continue being in it.

Thinking about it, I think Brooker would probably put me down first. He would think of me as some kind of borderline braindead collie. Bring it, Brooker.

If any of you don't know who Charlie Brooker is, just go check something of his out. I know a lot of you come over from the States (don't think I can't see you lurking there, I have stats and stuff. You can comment, I don't bite.) and I don't really know if any of his stuff ever goes your way. He's crude, he's scathing and above all he is massively cynical and monstrously witty. He doesn't like the popular or the populous for that matter and he will definitely make you know it.

His latest offering really is something special though. It's like the Tinman finally grew a heart. He's fallen in love and although every episode is that epic mixture of beautiful and harrowing, by the conclusion he is still desperately trying to think of ways to ruin it with his cynicism. It's as if he can't risk happiness. Completely bittersweet. Completely Brooker.