Reality TV

For years now, the quality and diversity of television programmes has been rapidly declining to the point, now, where the considered pinnacle of TV watching is to place a number of intellectually challenged people together, in a totally alien environment, and record whatever ensues and then call it entertaining.

Inevitably, these so called 'reality documentaries' are anything but. These truly awful programmes are interspersed with so called talent competitions peopled by contestants to whom the word talent simply does not apply.

It fills one with pleasure to know that the millions of pounds raised from television licenses and advertising revenues goes towards funding this gross, and cheap trash 'entertainment'.
(Then again, perhaps its because at least 19 people at Auntie BeeB earn in excess of £500,000 a year, with cast iron pensions to match).
On the evidence of the quality of the programmes available, its not entirely obvious why!

The reality of television in general is that most programmes are constantly recycled remakes and repeats, reality television pedalled under the guise of documentaries, soap operas with ever increasingly unbelievable storylines and lastly, holiday camp talent shows parading a procession of village idiots under the pretence that just occasionally, one of them will string two words together and will then be labelled, talented.

Perhaps the most obvious conclusion to draw of television is that it is, by far, the most inefficient and expensive medium for channelling repeated trash remakes, rehashed reality and recycled trivia into the public domain, known to man.

A sort of visual composter, perhaps.

Reality TV

Taken directly on location from an exhibition
at Leeson House, Langton Matravers,
near Swanage Dorset.
Augist 31st 2011