Kill My TV? It’s Dead to Me Already.
It’s taking itself out.
BSG done. Lost done. The Tudors, done in one episode.
Doctor Who is the only show I remotely give a crap about, and the BBC decides to lag the US release of the shows. Gosh, I heard somewhere there’s a veritable army of UK citizens uploading it in almost real time to Bittorrent, but of course I wouldn’t know anything about that myself.
Honestly perhaps this is just my own personal death of mainstream media. 99.999% of what is on the air is so bad (that’s Five Nines of Suckability, in case you didn’t recognize it). Truly original shows are left to wither on the vine (Carnevale) while at the same time a dozen formulaic rewrites come out every year (CSI: Newark or whatever-the-fuck it is this week).
(Intermission: SyFy, the new spelling of your name is retarded and I will NEVER forgive you for not turning The Lost Room into a series. Heaven forbid that you take time away from the monster-island-of-the-week movie. “Pinata”? Are you fucking kidding me?)
Watching late night TV is enough to make you cry. I caught this gem called “Vegas Vampires”. It’s kind of like Plan 9 From Outer Space, but instead with something about African American Vampires in Las Vegas. Or something. Of course everyone wore jerseys with sports team logos but, due to obvious budget constraints, the rights to the logos weren’t secured, so they had to be blurred out; reality TV style. The actors all have this glazed look in their eyes which is either desperation, wanting to kill their agent or thinking they could be making more in porn.
There IS talent out there, but it’s not making it into the barren bean counter controlled wasteland of cable. Hell with you, TV, I’m getting my entertainment fix from the Web going forward.
