Reality T.V. Bites the true Artist.

by jazzyzazzy | May 25, 2009 at 01:59 am

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Reality T.V has become so popular and has made untalented people famous for just being, and allowing cameras to invade their private hours. No point in saying it does not work as it clearly is constant viewing.Everyday and evening we are hit with the latest reality T.V from people all cooped up together in the Big Brother house to people going through torture in the Jungle, the list goes on and on.Now this does concern me a tad as the British public relish in other people’s misery at the flick of a power switch.It is addictive viewing? For many People will rush home from work and make an evening of watching the latest reality star served up for the public to chew on.I myself have succumbed to the addiction from time to time, endlessly watching and waiting for a argument between contestants in the Big Brother house only to be disappointed when realising I actually missed a very good documentary or indeed the true art of our professional actors and actresses starring in a classic movie or Drama.The real talent is out there in the stage schools waiting for a break while they study their chosen art. How often do we see really good television with real actors and actresses who work hard to further their career and entertain us properly so to speak?Television programs aired time and time again, repeats on repeats on repeats.Historic classics revamped are far and few between now. Life has become so fast. History seems less important to our next generation.New Drama series have become almost extinct, young artist are screaming for work only to be outdone by a person who has absolutely no talent whatsoever earning a small fortune, while the true artist sign on the dole.Gone are the days of television magic with good actors and actresses playing the scenes with all their worth. As reality T.V seems here to stay.

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Paschen

at 03:40 on May 25th, 2009

Well, yes, however there is another side to this as well, and I do hate to admit it my self. However it did also bring people out from no where such as Susan B. to the surprise of most I may add.

jazzyzazzy

at 03:55 on May 25th, 2009

Yes I agree with you Paschen Susan is an exception,as is former winner such as Leona Lewis who attended stage school. It is nice to see the true talent get the break. My point is there are many who become famous and get the publicity far more deserved to the true artist.

Art de Rivers

at 06:08 on May 25th, 2009

Coming from working class dog stock I am aware that precious little attention is paid over media historic time to the uncelebrities who poo in the gutter ..

Things have altered a little perhaps ... But only a little .. And now we have mass attention to some poo in the gutter .. I guess I could say its a perverse comedy - "Welcome to us "

Mr and Mrs Poo have arrived !!! YEahhhhh .. (and with a pet named little-Dog-poo)

That is just my cheekiness talking ...

However , the pyramidisation of the distribution of social "attention" and "celebrity" is wearing away a little isn't it and I think that is good . I do not like the royal way that politicians or celebrites have been worshipped by the over-identification by those with anonymised lives ..I think its unhealthy ..It leads to serious social blindness sometimes..

It appears that shared social pain of being a zero is giving way to the net and now we are zeroes plus 1 --- Binary zero-heroes in fact ! .. Only small ones though ..

Poo though has arrived in "Reality" and is King ... Bow to Poo ! .. Jeese what a whirled .. !

We moved from projective worship of leaders and our own buried inadequacies to projective worship of own narcisstictic poo .. Oh well .. That's how it goes ..Anal-world has arrived. Watch where you tread .

But of "True artists" jazzyzazzy ? They will always be in circulation and driven by their soul and arts, unrecognised or recognised ... Its part of the pain of being an artist , and there are quite a few in communities.

Some of them will thank you for raising this though and they will now know the very good and hearted name of jazzyzazzy too ..

Bless you

jazzyzazzy

at 06:47 on May 25th, 2009

awe thanks art de rivers point taken and digested.

Roy C

at 09:19 on May 25th, 2009

Reality TV is the embodiment of a future predicted by the exercise in bad taste called "Pink Flamingos".

Art de Rivers

at 08:19 on May 25th, 2009

Can I have a translation Roy ... ?

I don't speak in "Pink Flamingo "

I can do Alley Sparrow though ? (winks)

Partial Crow too ...

(double winking )

Best regards to you ...

Roy C

at 09:31 on May 25th, 2009

"Pink Flamingos" is the JohnWaters film. Plot description below.

Being that the film came out in the early '70s, this "exercise in bad taste" was prescient in its take on emerging media culture of narcissism, which has led to the series of reality shows that start the likes of people with little or no talent who are now "famous" for their self-indulgence.

Pink Flamingos is a 1972 American transgressive comedy directed by John Waters.[1] When the film was initially released in 1972, it caused a huge degree of controversy and thus became one of the most notorious cult films ever made. It made an underground star of the flamboyant female impersonator, Divine. The independent film also stars David Lochary, Mary Vivian Pearce, Mink Stole, Danny Mills, Cookie Mueller, and Edith Massey. Produced on a budget of only $10,000, it was mostly shot on weekends in Phoenix, a suburb of Baltimore, Maryland.[2]

Since its release it has had a rather devoted cult following and is one of John Waters' most famous or downright notorious films due to some shocking scenes and the wide range of perverse, taboo acts performed in the film. In 1997, for the 25th anniversary of the 1972 premiere, the film was re-released. The new version featured an improved stereo soundtrack (which, unlike the original, was made available to the general public, on compact disc), and after the end of the original movie the new version contained a brief video commentary by Waters, plus a few scenes cut from the original release. The re-release was rated NC-17 by the Motion Picture Association of America. This edition was later released on DVD.

The film came in at number 29 on the list of 50 Films to See Before You Die on a show in the United Kingdom
Divine lives under the pseudonym "Babs Johnson" with her simple-minded, egg-loving mother Edie (Edith Massey), delinquent son Crackers (Danny Mills), and voyeuristic traveling companion Cotton (Mary Vivian Pearce). They reside in a mobile home (in front of which can be found a pair of pink, plastic flamingos, accounting for the film's title) on Philpot Road in Phoenix, Maryland, a suburb of Baltimore. After learning that Divine has been named "the filthiest person alive" by a tabloid paper, wealthy rivals Connie (Mink Stole) and Raymond Marble (David Lochary) set out to destroy the tight-knit family but come undone in the process.

The Marbles run an "adoption clinic," which is actually a black market baby ring. They kidnap young women, have them impregnated by their manservant, Channing (Channing Wilroy), and sell their babies to lesbian couples. The proceeds are used to finance a network of dealers selling heroin in inner-city elementary schools. Raymond also gets money by exposing himself to unsuspecting women in a park and stealing their purses when they flee. The Marbles send a spy named Cookie (Cookie Mueller) to the trailer in the guise of what Crackers thinks is a date. In one of the film's most infamous scenes, he has sex with her whilst crushing a live chicken between them as Cotton looks on voyeuristically. Cookie then informs the Marbles about Divine's real identity, her whereabouts, and her family, as well as information about her upcoming birthday party.

Art de Rivers

at 09:59 on May 25th, 2009

I am obliged to you Roy .. Thankyou ...

Its quite a paradox Roy that with so much anonymity created by social life and its organised ways to subtly deprive people we have a sad surge of "celebrity for all" as an answer.

What a scream there is in the world . Of such emptiness and such need to be seen and loved a therapist might say :

I went to the Narcissistic blue Pole

And there I found a parents hole ,

Oh look, there's a zero child

And through its soul

Emptiness, and nothing

Filed ......................

The Polar Signpost In Zeroland

jazzyzazzy

at 22:33 on May 25th, 2009

thanks Roy C. and Art de rivers lol you two really are funny.lol

René

at 23:04 on May 25th, 2009

at least A Idol has produced a few great singers. What's bad about it compared to some in the distant past, is the agonizing weeding out part, where in the past, only the ones at least half-way worthy got past that part to inflict on the public.

the only reality show I like is Amazing Race.