“Twelve
step writing exercise Day
9: Turn on
your TV. Write down the first line that you hear and write a story
based on it.”
“Did you abuse and neglect your
kids?” - The Steve Wilkos show.
I shit you not. I switched my telly
machine on at ten this morning and this is the headline and
subsequently loathsome storyline I was presented with.
A fat, presumably hick woman being
bullied into breaking down and admitting that she might have
violently, sexually or verbally abused her children, by a thick-headed,
smirking bald security guard in a tee-shirt advertising the show he
was presenting, utilising exactly the same tactics he was accusing her
of using. While a rent-a-panto-crowd went through the sea-sick
motions in their stadium chairs.
Not to mention the whole pedophelia
angle in yesterday's article! Some people might think I'm obsessed.
Artists might be sharpening their quills and witty retorts to take a
pot shot at me for being a righteous indignant, whilst rioty mob
types ( mobys? ) could be sharpening their pointy sticks to stab me
in the penis. Because pedophiles use
penises! Even now, some bald lanky mullet-chin is probably reading
this and getting ready to lash out because he objects to my use of
“Moby” in the sentence above!
But holy shit y'all! It was ten o clock in the fucking morning when I was presented with this item. I was still groggy from not being asleep when that's what I actually wanted to be!
But holy shit y'all! It was ten o clock in the fucking morning when I was presented with this item. I was still groggy from not being asleep when that's what I actually wanted to be!
What happened to the watershed? Have I
reached the point where I'm actually nostalgic for those days when
Scarface was plucking chickens and Beverly Hills cop was
Motherfunning? I posit this : the moment they stopped doing this to
movies on TV in the early nineties, was the moment most people my age
became nostalgic for it. And remain so.
But it's got me a-thinking : how has it
come to this, in an era where television is being credited as the
most creative outlet right now for visual-media artists and
film-makers? Was it always thus?
First, to the people who ask me :
Dominic ( or dominicispalmer ( or Tazer ( or Studhung Marginalflap ))) just why is it that you not only actively avoid watching
television but are in fact enraged by it ?
Is it because it represents the lowest
common denominator? Who's that then? You? Me? Am I to believe that
people who watch television are in some way inferior to me? Pretty
presumptious of me there, right? I would argue that TV is
the lowest common denominator to
be sure. It is the fat that
keeps you coming back. It
exists in a lot of ways purely
to sell you something. But
I can switch that shit off and
I don't have to buy.
Is it because programs such as the
news, sequence “so-called” true events into a pre-packaged whole
dependant on the three act structure, scaremongering and outright
lies? No. As humans, we automatically edit and sequence events
anyway, it's our brain's way of understanding, sorting and
representing things of great complexity. We only like complexity when
it's easy to decomplex. The three-act structure is just something
entertainment does ( the news is entertainment first and foremost
folks, ye either get on that bandwagon or ye don't ). Hell, we even
break our lives down into youth, middle aged, and elderly. It's just
another easily digestible biscuit for our brain so why do you think
an entertainment program, factual or otherwise, would go agin the
norm?
Scaremongering? Sure, the news has a
nasty habit of representing the bad shit that goes on out there as
opposed to the good shit. But here's news
for you : that's what you
like. You'd rather see a story about war and make a trite
observation, than a story about a cat stuck up a tree being rescued
by the ( tut – wasted resource, it's just a bloody cat ) fire man.
I don't know guys and gals, it's a rare day that a news story –
even one about Peaches Geldof
– has me running for the hills. If
I change the channel it's because I'm vaguely embarassed by the
presentation, and/or the presenters.
As to
the outright lie that news brings you – I
don't know. Yes, of course there are certain editorial choices any
news program, or for that matter channel makes. You're going to hear
about something that is popular quicker than not ( ie you'll quicker
hear about sports results or oscar buzz than local theatre or street
arts projects ) but in a limited and vastly over-populated news
landscape, what's a newsie to do? As to lies? We're lucky here in
Ireland that we don't really have the corporate-owned or
specifically-sponsored
news programs ( although it is kinda hilarious sometimes to have an
advert for KIA cars preceded by a story about a man who died at war )
with a specific agenda. Other than to advertise themselves and their
subsidiaries.
American and perhaps Islamic news-feeds probably differ. I don't
know. I'm not American or
Islamic. This probably makes me better than you.
But I
don't think the RTE news lies. By omission you say? Meh. That's not
lying, that's just not being arsed telling a story, in favour of
telling another. You'll be gauranteed come the apocalypse, that'll be
the one they go with. I
think we're okay until then. Generally
speaking in this country it's the long haired or balding,
poetry-spouting hippies that tell us “the man” is operating
through these programs by brainwashing you and lying to you. I don't
know – I don't watch that much of it so maybe that's why I feel
kind of unfulfilled all the time. But they interview
people on the street involved with these stories, more often than not
– so are
they part of the great lie too? I
don't think we're being brainwashed. I think that's showing just a
little superior contempt for the people around you hippy people, if
I'm honest. You should wash.
So why
do I actively loathe television. It's because everything on it is
shit. Formulaic, ugly, noisy, unfunny, tensionless, boxed
in and shit. That's it. I
don't give a crap about it's desire to manipulate me because I'm a
grown man – especially in the belly region –
and I can wilfully ignore that manipulation.
It's
just that every single thing on television right now is utterly shit,
utterly devoid of soul, and utterly formulaic.
Now you may point to the many HBO or HBO-styled programs that have considerably upped television's game, and say but Dominic ( dominicispalmer ( Tazer ( Studhung ) ) ) no more have we the trite, poorly made, and downright laughable programs of yore – now we have programs made by and starring REAL film makers. Scorcese, Fincher, some other people ( do your own damn research if you're that arsed arguing ). Does that make them any less formulaic? Ugly? Noisy? Of course not, film makers are not moving to television for their artistic integrity or for the challenge, in reality the reason film-makers are leaping toward TV ( despite the telling a long-form narrative bullshit that they keep wheeling out in interviews and on box-set press packs ) is because it's far easier to make telly than it is film. There's mutual money, from advertising revenue mostly, and often it's already in place. It's not a creative decision but a business one. That's fine, but don't go pushing the artistic-argument button because like the above liberal longhairs, it just won't wash.
Look
at any of the programs that have become popular over the last five or
so years, the so-called boundary pushers. There's the obvious Breaking
Bad. There's Dexter. There's Lord of the Rings porn parody, Game of Thrones. There's Boardwalk
Empire. There's more but I don't care. Each
of them have seemingly been created in a genetic lab by genetically
modified man-monkeys, each tasked with coming up with a one-sentence
pitch to appease the masses.
What boundaries have they actually pushed? Are they any more intellectually stimulating than a soap opera? Really? Do they push the boundaries of visual art, ah-la some painty guy or something? Do they learn you shit you didn't know already? No. Of course not. They play to an already pre-arranged formula, designed to push your buttons and get you watching and more to the point talking, therefore doing their promotion for them. They've been designed by mutated man-monkey pitch droids.
Each
and every one follows a formula – the swearing, sex, violence
formula. And with each series, like each sequel to a movie, they up
the ante to the point where it becomes fetishistic, ridiculous, and
ultimately redundant. It is shock value. The only boundary pushed by
any of these programs is in the actual
availability of profanity,
ugly stylised violence, and naughty nudity.
And sometimes – more often
than you'd think actually – incest.
So you
can see where suddenly I'm switching on my TV and there's a fat woman
crying about the way she sexually
neglected her poor babas
while a jeering mob leers ineffectually just beyond the stage, and
I'm thinking wow, those boundary pushers have really opened the doors,
haven't they?
Look, I'm not trying to be a dad-rocker
here. As a man who spent his teen years checking the radio times to
see when Body Heat, About Last Night, Porky's, Crimes of Passion and
latterly Basic Instinct were going to be on so I could secretly tape
them for later anthropological study, I might come across as just a
little bit hypocritical ( now that I've told you what I used to do
and by implication why ). I don't argue against the use of fucking,
swearing and head-whackery in art – I just argue that it is neither
as boundry pushing or as intelligent as you lot seem to think. You
know what? When people ask why, as a fan of Lord of the Rings porn
parodies, I don't watch Game of Thrones, it's because I can load up
Porn MD, type in Lord of the Rings, and get my quota of elf and
hobbit fisting. For free. In close-up.
I'm not against swearing, nudity, or
violence on television. I grew up with VHS porn and Robocop bootlegs.
VHS was played on my telly. I grew up on the Atari ST. This too, was
played through my telly. I see no difference. It wasn't a more
innocent or naive time, it's just that there was less obviously
available smut. I might argue that this made the smut more special,
but that's for a different day.
And it's not that these programs are
badly made. With the money that goes into them the one thing you can
expect is a lavish and well-made production. What is lost is quality
through quantity. This long-form storytelling that people like
Scorcese and Fincher keep bleating on about is non-existent, because
you have different writers, different directors, different
advertising committees on every single episode. This means that the
focus changes, often wildly, to the point where characters will act
completely against type in an episode, where tone veers dramatically
depending on what the director or more importantly, marketing group,
is trying to achieve.
I will gently point to Breaking Bad as
a prime example of this. Though a lot of the die-hard fans credit it
with having a consistency of tone and describe it as a five season
character descent, in reality each episode veers hugely in tone from
viciously violent one week, to Malcolm in the Middle silly the
following. Because it's not HBO it has less of a sex-quota but it
makes up for that with beheadings and general drug-filled nastiness.
Mostly though it's just dull, hanging it's increasingly stupid
narrative on the SHOCK-HORROR CANCER subplot while trying to pretend
it's not glamorising drugs to sell it to the kids. And yes I know
Cancer is a metaphor. For AIDS. And that character arc? It doesn't
exist. The main character, Walt Disney, simply does not change. It is
one-note, a hanger to hang the director's baggage on. And to sell
Dorritos.
Mad Men is probably one of the most
bewilderingly popular programs on TV, and trades mostly on sex and
bad language, with the odd happy-slap thrown in ( quotas ). What's
truly interesting about this program is, it exists to sell
cigarettes. It exists because advertisers have realised by setting a
program in a pre-historic time like the fifties or sixties, you can
pretend to have a legitimate reason to have your sexy, good looking
and confident cast smoke a lot.
You're being spoon-fed massively
over-hyped imagery you're being told you want and like being spoon fed
sugar because it's giving you an erection. Everyone likes having an erection! Even your ma! You can intellectualise it all you want. You're being manipulated.
And you're probably the one telling me the media lies.
Oh I know you know that. I do. Is there anything wrong with being manipulated? Of course not. But it's the high road one takes in doing so.
So TV is the lowest common denominator
and everything on it is shit on a par.
It's interesting to me that the very
people who espouse this next generation of exactly the same but, you
know, LOUDER, SEXIER, SWEARIER program making are very often the same
people who would criticise a couch potato for spending their morning
watching Steve Wilco or Judge Jury.
I have to ask you guys, what's the
difference in the end?
You reap what you sow.
“Twelve
Do's
and Don'ts
of Blgging – Don't make
grammar
mistakes.
And, if you do, correct them immediately. Folks on the Web tend to be more lenient about typos, so don’t stress about it if you do make a mistake. But correct it as soon as you can. Remember, if you ever want readers to take you seriously, you have to take yourself (and your blog) seriously. Give it the professional quality it deserves.”
And, if you do, correct them immediately. Folks on the Web tend to be more lenient about typos, so don’t stress about it if you do make a mistake. But correct it as soon as you can. Remember, if you ever want readers to take you seriously, you have to take yourself (and your blog) seriously. Give it the professional quality it deserves.”
So,
you know, don't argue with me about my views on your favourite
television show ( Breaking Bad obviously
). Just point out my bad
grammar feel and smarker
aboum
yoursef.
“Twelve steps of addiction, step
9 : Continued to take personal inventory, and when we were wrong,
promptly admitted it.”
I'll do that. But
in this instant, I'm not wrong.
Dom
oh and ps, once
again I shirked in my duties to follow the exercise through. BUT I
could make the argument that the above thesis was delivered as a
result of the exercise. So, you know. Bite me.
“Tomorrow
- Day
10: Go sit
in a public place and eavesdrop on a conversation. Turn what you hear
into a short love story (no matter how much you have to twist what
they say).”
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