Life among the Lotus eaters...
There are two main reasons I read the LA Times television reviews. Number One -- for insights as to whether a new show might be worth watching, assuming it’s on a channel I can get, that is. The 500 channel universe includes a small galaxy of outland channels that lie far beyond my ability -- or desire -- to pay a cable provider. At this point, I'm resigned to the fact that I'll never be able to catch every good show on the Toob.
There are only so many available hours. Choices must be made.
Number Two -- the sheer exhilaration of reading smart, pithy prose, and in this realm, nobody on the Time's staff outshines Mary McNamara. In a review this week, she skewered the latest in Reality Trash programming, a steaming pile of rotting offal called “Bachelor Pad.” That shows like this remain popular says a lot about our modern culture -- none of it good, I'm afraid -- but here again it's important to seek out the silver lining within the stench of an otherwise dank, depressing cloud. If nothing else, televised garbage such as "Bachelor Pad" does a real service in providing such a rich treasure trove of material for writers as deft as Ms. McNamara to plunder.
And plunder she does, taking no prisoners with a vengeance I can only describe as "gleeful."
This is a fun, quick read. Do yourself a favor and check it out...
1 comment:
You need to remember people have a sick addiction to watching people making complete idiots of them selves on National television.
Be the end I say, the end of all good.
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