10 minutes in, I'm wondering how in the world Tabloid Wars ever got on tv. I mean ever. It is the worst kind of reality tv: no characters and no overarching story--nothing but boring (albeit nice) journalists. I kept reading reviews on the Net, saying how true the show is to journalism. Well, if that's so, then journalism is like waiting for someone on the Real World to say something intelligent--a lot of hanging around for nothing.
Remember that episode of the V miniseries, the one where we first saw alien Diana eat a guinea pig and then get her human skin ripped off to reveal reptilian (!) scales? Remember how it rocked your world for days? Or maybe even the other V episode where the red alien baby puppet hissed its way out mother Robin as she was giving birth? Remember how it was completely fan-fucking-tastic? Well, Tabloid Wars is the exact opposite--the other end of the scale. I thought the producers of The Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency were clueless idiots. But if they are, then the producers of Tabloid Wars are their crack-head retarded children.
3 comments:
I TOTALLY forgot about your V fascination. ha!
I loved the Tabloid Wars! I thought it was very interesting to see how these crazy and mundane stories get into print. I'm usually right there with you, G-Spot; but this time I must disagree. Keep watching...I bet you'll come around.
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I am totally speechless.
God, how did you weave Jane Badler (was that her name?) into a blog post on 'Tabloid Wars?'
Brilliant. F-ing brilliant.
(Sean humming the "V" theme song, lusting wistfully on memories of Marc Singer ...)
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