David Attenborough's Africa, BBC One, review It helped, of course, that the material at hand was the world's greatest wilderness. The crew spent more than four years in the field to make the six-part series, and it has been beautifully shot and produced. The Wild West-styled giraffe showdown, where a young challenger swaggered out of the Namib Desert to stake his claim on a rival's territory, was a case in point. Nobody was throwing tumbleweeds across the screen, exactly, but the mariachi band soundtrack and close-ups of the cud-chewing giants were enough to tell you that it was high noon - and somebody was going down. Other memorable scenes were less majestic. Armoured ground crickets scuttled into birds" nests to eat their young, squirting fetid blood at the protective parents. A gaggle of ostrich chicks jostled nervously with rhinos and elephants for space at an oasis. And in the Dragon's Breath Cave, home to the world's largest underground lake, blind catfish bumped around the bottom for scraps blown in on the breeze. The most magical moment came with a starlit rhinoceros meeting, made possible by specially built starlight-sensitive cameras that captured the constellations and galaxies looming overhead as the rhinos rubbed shoulders in an oasis. This idyll was reduced to tremendous bathos by the overtures of a hopeless lover. The horned Casanova resorted to dangling some antelope antlers over his nose, like a teenager on the pull with patchy stubble and a badly judged tattoo. Somehow, this desperate display won over his mate, but the feverish rhinoceros found himself tragically unable to consummate the relationship. His partner's reaction? She dropped to the floor and pretended to be asleep. That sequence, it has to be said, transported me to a time in my own adolescence that I'd rather not have revisited.