More of the fast and the fat? Bingo, a column in LA Times' Calendar section September 3 called Channel island, statistics are used to inform readers of declining viewers in major TV networks. How exactly the Nielsen Media Research data can determine the age range of 18 to 49 as the focus of desired viewers probably results from the type of commercial ads aired during station breaks. Perhaps one commercial would be for cars and beer, and another commercial might be fore Mylanta or something healthy that you must have a good liver for, or, at the very least, your doctor's approval.</p>
It is a bit presumptuous for Scott Collins to say that 16% of "viewers ages 18 to 49" were disinterested in their programming and decided to restructure their viewing habits. As far as I know, my TV doesn't know how old I am.
I've said before that the politics of big media is probably more corrupt than government. Perhaps the Phil Spector trial will help to strengthen this stand, but onto bigger fish. Jeff Bader predicts lesser shows for 2008, and more marketing. Perhaps this is a line of thought which occurs seasonally, every leap year. It seems only 22 sitcoms are currently on the network roster for prime time this fall 2007. Statistics comparing 2006 indicate that the amount of one–hour drama series has been reduced by four as a result of increasing reality/game shows.
This tug of war may have more to it than meets the eye. For instance, how many people have tuned into the program House since its awarded Emmy? I have, and I admit, I like the show. Why is it categorized as a one-hour drama rather than a comedy is beyond me. I totally marvel at the way in which Dr. House can portray an angry man and never get caught swearing. Funny stuff.
Whether the profanity criteria changes with broadcasting shows over cable channels like FX, USA, and TNT is a mystery because I have yet to tune into the new stuff like Damages, Burn notice, or Saving grace. The other day I went to see a docudrama preview for Into the wild. I asked the snack bar attendant if I could have a red vines with a Nestea and she replied something about the Nestea not being sweet flavored. I assured the hot, young gal that any kind of Nestea is fine; (1) because my hearing must be going or she's very soft spoken and I had no idea what she had just said; or (2), I felt a need to say "either/or is fine" which she might have heard, if she was hard of hearing, or I myself am soft spoken, "Hi there, whore…" I can just imagine a script containing a line like this: "either–o, sweet britches"
The movie by Sean Penn was so much better than the wasted time I spent sitting thru Distrurbia. I think it is because I don't relate to Jews and it's obvious Disturbia's protagonist is somewhat jewish. Sean Penn's film had everything I could hope for in a country in which the thought processes of a people supportive of war turn a blind eye—similar was the liberation of Germans completely in the dark about the massive genocide in their neighborhoods.
Take the simple concept of a fly's perspective. I've been trying to work that into my own attempt at screenwriting so that the bug could be viewed as a creature of the same blood of its earlier maggot stage and sibling maggot brothers and sisters. The scene where Alexander Supertramp attempts to smoke the meat of a moose he'd just killed narrowed it all down for me as if Mr. Penn were reading my mind (or my blog). In the back of my head, I'm truly thinking in biblical terms where Judas is confronted by a dead, rotting horse before he decides to take his own life.
Something bothered Christopher McCandless, a.k.a. Alexander Supertramp, to withdraw from society. I especially like the way his parents take most of the blame (in his eyes). I relate to that because I have yet to meet the "available" woman of my dreams, and the idea of settling for just anybody else (before it's too late) just doesn't appeal to me. I see that kind of loserdom as the harrowing ordeal which drove Christopher to his fate. I would not wish that on anybody, including me, but I don't condone convenience marriages either (like that of my first love to another man). Just as I don't succumb to settling, I don't recognize that union, which is sad because the day I do find somebody for myself, I most definitely won't be her first love, and the cycle will revolve around our lives as well. Life is hell and the neutral point is motionless sitting in front of the big screen.