Contemporary
British TV is a very good barometer of the pisspoor philosophical and spiritual
conditions which prevail across our territory.
X Factor (ITV) shows just how awful things have become. The expressions of
banality and superficial emotion, the looks of slack-jawed gormlessness – and that’s
just Nick Grimshaw. Don’t even get me started on the contestants!
Those
caterwauling karaoke monkees, and the do-they-don’t-they-get-a-chair sweaty dilemmas
of the judges … well surely the viewers aren’t so thick that they can’t see
through such charades?
Hmmmm
… well, maybe the viewers are utterly stoopid now. After all, that’s what 99
per cent of TV programmes do – they make those watching (at home or on
computers or mobile devices) become thicker and thicker as time goes on.
Talking
of time passing, it was hilarious to see the awful Duran Duran (so bad they
named them twice) on Jools Holland’s Later (BBC2) recently. Looking like mutton
dressed as mutton, Simon Le Bon pranced about the stage like dignity just doesn’t
matter anymore. Perhaps it doesn’t.
The
band members appeared on TV again several nights later, on some obscure
Freeview channel or other, collecting an MTV award for their highly pretentious
music videos of a couple of decades ago. Unbelievable!
Dignity
in performance – requiescat in pace.
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