Monday, June 12, 2006

Idiot Box

As the summer arrives – those wonderful advertisements for new television shows bombard my idiot box. I enjoy the feeling of anticipation that occurs with a potentially promising new show. The hope that a pilot will shine brightly and eventually grow… filling a dark and bleak timeslot with its HDTV radiance and keep us warm well into the Fall and Winter season. But alas – the night sky is void of any new illumination this summer. The rerun gods will be pleased.

For the record: Enough of the Reality shows… my god, how much is too much? I don’t know about the rest of you… but I’ve had about enough of the whole “reality TV” thing. You want to get my attention with “reality TV”? Take the creators of these reality TV shows and place them on an island… with wild hungry dingoes… and the contestants wear clothing made of bacon… now that’s good TV.

I’m tired of new shows about folks in the legal profession (mainly Lawyers, Detectives and Police), those in the medical profession (Doctors, Interns and Paramedics) and I’m bored with government super agents saving the world. There should be a quota for these types of shows… something like five lawyer shows per season, if a lawyer show is cancelled – then it can be replaced by a new lawyer show (or not), but the total number can not exceed five. It’s just an idea… perhaps it would make writers start using their creativity instead of regurgitating old ideas blended with bad ideas.

Any idiot can come up with an old idea and make it bad… how about a cop show (old idea) that uses the newest technology to bring down the bad guys (bad idea?). Call the hero Nick Edge (sounds dangerous) and the show would be called “The Bleeding Edge” (see – it writes itself). Add a sexy female computer geek side-kick (what guy wouldn’t want that) and you have ratings ‘gold’.

How about a Lawyer that can see dead people (seeing dead people is quite popular now) call it “Grave Justice”, or how about a Massachusetts Physician that is teleported back to 1692; uses his (or her) advanced knowledge of medicine to save town folks and we can call the show “Witch Doctor” (that actually might be too good for prime time television – trash that idea). Here’s one – a fetal alcohol syndrome hick with brain damage grows-up to be President of the United States… oh wait, I said no more Reality TV.

Well, you get the idea… it’s easy to come up with something new. So I plead – give us something new and refreshing. If they can’t think of something – have a reality show where writers compete to create an original TV show… those that fail, get to wear Bacon shorts on Dingo Island… just an idea.

* Nick Edge, Bleeding Edge, Grave Justice, Witch Doctor and Dingo Island are property of Survival Cookies and all rights are reserved. As for the reality tragedy “My Daddy wuz President and so be I” – I take no responsibility.

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