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TV. Why, TV? Why?

In the two days since my Disco Bunker (which went off by the way), I’ve had some time to chill out and watch TV. Which is awesome (will post about it tomorrow).

Unfortunately, everything I’ve seen has been SHIT.

I am currently watching Ross Noble recreate Billy Connolly’s 90’s Australian travelogue show. Almost shot for shot. Why is this happening? Surely he is better than this? I mean, I’ve never liked his comedy, but surely he’s at least got some original ideas in his head? WTF?

Last night I endured Scrubs: Medcal School, which I’m being generous to by adding the “Medical School” bit - I think they’re just pushing it as a new series. You can see it here if you want to enjoy the spectacle of a show jumping the shark so far it misses the ramp entirely. I think I counted three characters from the original series, all of whom have significant partners and young children who aren’t mentioned in the show at all - actually, the characters spend all their time on university campus, where they are now teachers, and at various bars. I can only assume that their home life is disintegrating entirely in messy ways that they choose not to talk to each other about, ever.

The other thing I watched was Airways, which has gone from being a vaguely amusing Australian riff on Airport USA/the most hilariously trashy awesomeness around to THE WORST SHIT EVER. It’s basically a long-form ad for Tiger now. At least Airport USA is not at all sympathetic to Southwest airlines and you found yourself hating everyone on the TV. Host Corinne Grant sounds like she regularly works shifts in the terminal herself the way she sides with bitchy check-in supervisors. Ugh.

And to reiterate the opinion of everybody who has seen it, BONO, GET THE FUCK OUT OF THIS ROXY MUSIC DOCUMENTARY.

TV: I think our relationship may be over. Oh wait, we have DVD’s of The Tudors? This is good news. Period-piece soft porn soap opera. Trashy crap with beautiful costumes and beautiful people. I can dig it.

Anyway, rant over.