Talk the torque
Torque succeeded on the strength of Peter Wherrett's authorative, sardonic presentation and its simple premise.
A modest production, Torque succeeded on the strength of Peter Wherrett's authorative, sardonic presentation and its simple premise.
You could be bonkers about cars or chillingly indifferent, but somehow this inexpensive mid-evening program transcended its assumed demographic (to use more recent and quite loathsome jargon). Sadly, Wherret is these days apt to be the butt of feeble wisecracks by middle-aged adolescents.
Those of you not resident on a submarine charting the Marianas Trench during the past year will be aware that we're buying cars in record numbers. Yet, as opposed to the distant time of Torque when the chief choice was between land barges made locally behind a rampart of tariffs, there is no prime time program for this most massive and diverse market.
Though it's impossible not to switch on a cable connected box without finding Top Gear showing somewhere in the menu, braying along with three high Tory asses hardly counts. Where the mercifully defunct local version sucked so very ferociously was in emulating that ghastly trio -- but with no money and even worse repartee.
It seems to me at least that amid the high-cholesterol, will-to-live-sapping effluent of network TV, an opportunity is being missed. If the ABC hasn't wiped all the tapes -- as it was vandalisingly wont to do with its '70s programs -- there exists a perfectly sound basis for show to do what we do each week in print. Help you buy cars.
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