Showing posts with label the wire. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the wire. Show all posts

Wednesday, 3 February 2010

Today's Chip Paper

I've been pondering the prospects for News Corp at late. Rumours are rife that Jimbo Murdoch (son of Rupert and current chairman of the group) is keen to dispense with its traditional newspaper interests.

There's some sense in this of course; print media is up against it, particularly newspapers. As soon as digital data clouds are reliable and abundant, newsstand titles are screwed. Murdoch Jr, who cut his teeth in the music industry and on-line content, knows this and is not in thrall to noisy newsrooms and the smell of ink. He also realises that governments no longer quake at the prospect of a damning leader or two.

Sadly, however, NI's other major holdings are TV channels. While everyone's been singing laments for the inkies, the traditional TV channel's demise has been rather overlooked. I contend that individual television channels will be finished inside ten years. What's the point of them? Commercials channels' USPs are scheduling and advertising. They arrange the schedule so that millions of people have to sit down at the same time to watch the same programme. Once herded like this, they are subjected to breath-takingly expensive advertising. Or rather, they used to be. Personal recording devices have all but rendered this business null and void. I, along with the rest of the right-thinking world, developed quite a crush on "The Wire". My trusty PVR recorded them for me, and I watched at times that suited me.

The series were broadcast by BBC2. I know this because there were no adverts. If there had been, I'd simply have skipped through them using my PVR's skip-this-bit facility.

In a few years' time another world-beating drama will emerge from the US. This time, however, my wireless telly will download it from HBO (probably) directly. They'll get my hard-earned. Why would I give it to Sky? NI is a giant middle-man. James if you're reading this, I want to speak to the organ grinder.


Wednesday, 13 May 2009

Fatigued I

Series two of the "The Wire" has begun again in earnest, which means I'm getting by on about six-hundred seconds sleep per night. It starts at 11.20pm. Yes, we've got a video (do people still can them that these days?), but it's compelling stuff. I always reason I'll be able to watch the first two minutes, and then simply yawn theatrically and retire for the night. Trouble is by two minutes in, I'm hooked and too far awake to rest.

I only got into it a couple of months ago when the first series went to air on British, terrestrial television finally. Once I got a taste, I was lost. Helpfully, the BBC realised what potent and cogent stuff it was and scheduled an episode every night of the working week.

I only found out recently that Dominic West, who plays James "Jimmy" McNulty in the series, is British. What's more, he's an old Etonian, thereby proving once again that while Etonians may not be the best educated posh boys on the planet, they are the most breathtakingly confident. What kind of conkers must a posh, white, English-born actor possess to take on a role such as this. It beggars belief.

That's Eton for you though. It looks like a senior Oxford college, and the boys dress like Jeeves. Of course they're confident. It's also the only school in Earth where a boy wouldn't be told to sod off by his careers teacher for suggesting he might like to have a crack at prime-ministering for a bit when he left school.

In fact, you must hear some crazy, fcuked-up shit as Eton's careers teacher.
"Polar explorer, you say? I think I've got a leaflet here
somewhere about that. Yes, here it is. It says you need to go to Eton, go to
Oxford and go to the North pole in that order. You also need
to look and sound like Prince Andrew or Brian Sewell. Bingo!"