I tweeted earlier today that David Cox’s latest posting on The Guardian, a review of three nature documentaries including the BBC’s One Life, was about as irritating as a sand sandwich. On reflection, and re-reading, I’m going to upgrade this to a gravel baguette. Or maybe a coal donut. With a suspicious brown filling. Of the documentaries that Cox reviews, I will offer no opinion – I haven’t seen them. I daresay, in fact, that I would find incessant anthropomorphism as unnecessary and manipulative as he does. Besides, film criticism is, in part, what Cox does for a living. He’s paid for his opinion, whereas I spout mine into the aether in the manner of a medieval sewage control unit: any open window will do. Continue reading “David Cox and the propaganda of conservation”