When I was young I used to like watching Dad’s Army. I remember it was on on Saturday afternoons at about teatime, and I vividly remember watching it as the smell of dinner wafted from the kitchen. I must have only been about five or six, but it seemed old to me even then. There was always an air of a bygone era about it, not just in terms of it’s subject, but also it’s comedy and style: it was part of our cultural history and belonged to the past. It was to my utter astonishment this morning, then, that I came across this. I realise that the cinema is full of reboots right now, but never in my wildest dreams would I have thought someone would go back to dad’s Army. Nevertheless, my childhood Saturday evening distraction will soon be reborn on the big screen, with Bill Nighy and Catherine Zeta-Jones, and directed by Oliver Parker, who did one of the johnny English films. Of course, whether it will be any good remains to be seen. My gut instinct says it’ll be a flop: it won’t feel right without the original cast in their original roles. That would be like someone other than William Shatner playing James Kirk – Ridiculous!…Oh, wait…And there we have it: yet another part of one’s childhood rebooted as empty, meaningless dross.