My comfort listen is Kermode and Mayo’s Film Review, which I treat like a kind of adult lullaby
I have listened to Kermode and Mayo’s Film Review show for a while now, exclusively via their podcast. As we have become increasingly bewildered by Covid-19 restrictions, and separated from our social circles, there is something comforting about checking in with your regular podcast listens. The freewheeling nature of the chat means you feel a far more intimate connection with the hosts than in any other medium, aided by the fact that they are unconstrained by the formatted nature and tight editing of TV and radio. It is not uncommon to be listening to a podcast about soul in which the hosts digress for 10 minutes about the best way to make an omelette.
The reviews on Kermode and Mayo are great, but what is also lovely is their gently bickering rapport, something I enjoy as much as the actual content. Recently, however, my relationship with the podcast has stepped up to the level of a child who can’t let go of his comfort blanket.
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