My Usual Disgust with the Entertainment Industry
Entry 10/22/2014 06:43:43 AM – Mentat 769
The interesting thing about starting the slow cooker the first thing in the morning is that there’s no casualties or catastrophes while I cook. Everything gets down without too much mess, spill and most of all: bloodshed. I seem to take my time, get everything prepared and of course Moe loves it as he tends to run around the house more than getting up under me curious as to what it is I’m doing. I did this last week when I made the Sausage Stew and while I only began shedding tears after cooking (because I did the stupid thing of rubbing my eyes after preparing and didn’t wash my hands), there again was no scares from Moe and no bloodshed. All in all, I’m definitely going to keep to this schedule for the safety of it all.
This is going to be an early morning for me. My mother’s off to the doctor’s early this morning and now I need to get ready to watch the Monster Child until she gets home.
Heh, I get my cuppa in this morning and instead of finding myself happy, chipper and percolated — I find myself crotchety, curmudgeonly and just brimming with vitriol. I admit it’s because of the shows that I had been watching last night during quiet time with Moe in the crook of my arm. I mean I know I went into the shows that I was watching fully knowing that they had an entertainment half-life… Hell most of the shows that I’ve been watching have been touched by who I like to call the Abrams’ Ass-Licking Crack Monkeys: Roberto Orci & Alex Kurtzman… So really, I should know what I’m in for given my experience with them having their hand on shows like Alias, Fringe, Lost (though truth be told, I avoided that one like the plague because it just wasn’t my cuppa from start to finish)… Yet here I am feeling like the older ‘man’ in the YouTube video EA in a Nutshell exclaiming “why does this keep happening?!” I mean sure, on the one side it’s not as though I’ve actually invested the time; I binged on one, and the other I gave the first five episode to get a feeling of it.
Sitting here thinking about it, I can only attribute it to the shock to just how unoriginal the episodes turned out to be. With Scorpion I now know what it feels like to be either a doctor or nurse watching shows like Bones or Grey’s Anatomy in that the medical jargon is just over-glorified technobabble. In this case the whole part of the “enabled” or otherwise known as the ultra-intelligent… Only problem with this is that the actors and the writers aren’t that intelligent and are trying too hard to work with the stereotypes of that intelligence. Basically they’re the nerd kids that had always been picked on in the schoolyard and keep to that mentality even as adults. That and they hobbled the characters way too much — leaving even the one with the ability to read people through body language and nuance — a bunch of dysfunctional messes that can only be held together by Walter O’Brien. What’s so uninspiring about this is also that it’s supposed to be based on the true-life person Walter O’Brien leaving the show feeling like a fantasy world much like Temperance Brennan in Bones.
In The Blacklist nothing like getting slammed in the brains with a MacGuffin while watching the recent episode called The Front that comes right out of the J.J. Abrams play book from a 2001 episode of Alias. 400 year old manufactured virus that was created by opposing forces for germ warfare… ugh, I couldn’t listen and watch anymore after that. Hell, I’m giving up on the show after horrendously over-used plot device…
People wonder why I haven’t owned a television since 2004. This is why. It’s easier to watch it in binge without commercials and give up the show when it’s reached the end of its entertainment value. Treat it like a mindless diversion when Moe has decided that I had been away from the house long enough and with the colder weather on it’s way in, sitting with me in quiet contentment. Heh, I love my cat, though it’s not possible that I can do much else with him when he’s sitting in the crook of my arm between me and the keyboard.
On the other hand, I know that there are no original stories, plots or writing ideas left in the world, yet why is it with television recycles and regurgitates them faster than you can say, “*sigh* really?” It raises the questions, 1. are producers that scared of taking chances? and 2. are they truly the uninspired and unoriginal hacks that everyone in the entertainment industry accuse them of being?
I understand time constraints… You’re running a series on network (or even cable) television that spans 22 – 26 episodes a season (year) hoping it to be some sort of breakaway hit that will last 5 – 7 seasons (and sometimes even more). I know that there are also certain constraints about what can and can’t be shown on television (which I see is still eroding slowly) as well as the routine requirement for one (or more) PSA-like episodes… But do these writers and producers need to stick to the same predictable plots and performing the same things over and over not entirely unlike the old travelling swindler selling snake oil to cure everything one ails from?
It makes me wonder whether or not certain cable television shows as well as the BBC have it right in that (other than perhaps soap operas), they cut down the the season to 8 – 13 episodes instead of the full year. I’m not even going to waste my time trying to figure out or even offer advice or suggestions on how to handle all the schmoozing (or what I’m more prone to call ass-kissing or ass-licking depending on the veracity of it) that seems to go on within Hollywood. I see enough of this in my local politics and there it needs to definitely stop.
Ultimately I know the only possible way of controlling such entertainment is to vote with my remote: change the channel, stop watching it, sometimes even writing the network if necessary… And while I’ve done that, it makes me misanthropic wondering how my peers and others that watch television can put up with watching such shite and call it entertaining? I’m going to chalk it up to one of those mysteries of the universe I might never truly fathom (even if I sometimes understand).
In other news, I just received a call from my mother after her doctor’s visit and then the hospital for another mammogram and now she’s off to Miriam Hospital for some sort of emergency surgery because of a blood clot. I didn’t ask the details, though I suspect it might have to do with the occasional swelling she had in her left arm from the PICC line. So I wished her good luck and will check with her again later on after the surgery when she’s conscious and talking to find out the details.
And that’s about it for the time being. As the Monster Child went out early, I’m sure that the excitement he’s currently demonstrating is because he’s both bored and the fact that he had gone out earlier than usual this morning. I’m off for that, have lunch and continue to watch the dog. Until the next time.