Charlie's Angels, they're now based in
Miami or a contrived studio lot nearby, just another warm location.
They fight that kind of glamorous crime you only get on TV, they
attack it at it's troubled roots with their high tech labour saving
devices. They wear vests, boots and tight pants. I guess it's more
practical and the look comes with all that perfect hair and lipstick.
Here and there a dapple of sunlight kisses the skin, the slowly
swinging palm trees, warm breezes and soon the crime wave is under
control. The same can't be said for the plot and dialogue. It's all a
done deal and a bad person we don't care about is handed over to the
police in forty three minutes. Avoid it today on Channel 5 or E4 or
some such number. Meanwhile pixie queens reign ever after in the
Zooey Deschanel show while other cookery queens enthuse about dull
food in bright kitchens, it's all sailing along in a baffling sea of
Lurpak, Uniform Dating and Toshiba adverts.
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A good location. |
Now I realise what modern
TV programming is all about, it's not to entertain or even pass the
time, it's unique and nonsensical surreal piece of experimental
performance art. A stream of consciousness that's unrelated to
anything, beyond structured themes and explanation and not interested
in saying anything, ever. It runs on in the background like a random
high definition, back lit aquarium that's plumbed into the bottom of
the Pacific Ocean. See it this way and you'll never be disappointed,
just surprised and occasionally disgusted and stay away from BBC4,
that's like getting closer and closer to a wood chipper. Now look
out, here comes an IKEA advert and the weather girl is a dominatrix
apparently.
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