ANOTHER ONE of those ‘let’s put everything we can find on the symbolic shelf into the curry’ weirdo dramas that telly did so well, and audiences seemed so fond of, once upon a time. DAVID “ARTEMIS 81” RUDKIN weaves his esoteric writerly chops over a kind of kiddie concentration camp with loads of smaller kids “keeping busy” doing various pointless activities while two teenagers loomed outside. If it was done today all the children would turn out to be controlled by a giant iPod, or something. Hey, remember when fantasy was fantasy?
