this post I state that I am not putting whole genres of film and television into the gutter trash TV, and I recognize the existence of masterpieces and works best in each type of program that I am going to list , dedicated solely to the trash and flatness, the "worse". Everyone can decide what to put on.
I wonder if everyone has their references trash television, the ones we are ashamed heavily, or not, but you should. If all, or not having one of the family home, with delight in public broadcasting that they abhor, or not, but should, and are shocked to know the perversion of the other, without taking note of his, such as cocaine.
A friend confessed Monday that the process of the relaxed more than anything else, while acknowledging the absolute irrelevance of sports, and kept free at all costs that sacred evening. More than a friend after lunch peeps to men and women, finding some space to cultivate their inner life only in the vulgar clamor from the general markets, dozens remain nostalgically clinging to Japanese cartoons of their childhood, without the childhood stories or tract indecently poor designs have no power to restrict the vision, and perhaps all, sometimes block the frenetic zapping to get bogged down, more or less brevemente prima di rendercene conto, in quelle storie tragiche che, non si capisce proprio il perché, a un certo punto la vittima sente il bisogno di render note a chiunque di propria volontà, dopo secoli di tentativi umani di evitare la gogna del paese. C’è poi chi non fa altro che seguire polizieschi, sparatorie, battaglie, incapace ormai di guardare scene che non si rincorrano con la velocità di inserti subliminali, e millantando di riconoscere il colpevole ai titoli iniziali.
Approssimativamente, le perversioni televisive, mi pare possano essere divise in due grandi filoni, pur mantenendo le proprie tipicità:
- il filone infantile, in cui faccio rientrare fetidi cartoni animati, allucinante science fiction, boring battles in costume (intergalactic from King Arthur or bathroom), a film that looked too much like your trailer, sports broadcasts at issue;
- the tendency Desperate Housewives, in which I insert the barbaric TV broadcasts of the pain, show whiners on family routines, the scourge of TV movies like Rosamunde Pilcher, in which dozens of Germans waving the Irish coast on the edge of steep, no one would be enough to get rid of it permanently.
I fear that women more frequently belong to the second strand, and the men in the first, more for culture and for genetic, although I would be vehemently denied.
I, I admit, I identify with most in strand desperate housewives, or rather, in his first film-show, without missing the TV refusing pain. It will be almost to a childhood spent with Grandma B, I dragged the country between families who love to tell gruesome stories of families in ruins (4 years swear that I would play the lady reciting texts like: ah, my lady, you know My husband is an alcoholic ... ), or I do not know why else, but the current child I was tired even before that childhood ended, and even then I like movies a whole, the time of the chase is for me a boredom of interruption advertising, which runs to wash the dishes, while TV series like Little House on the Prairie or Gray's Anatomy has always been dangerous sorceress as shelters, for the reason of my sleep.
I am curious to know if any of us fall into one of these two categories, such as utility vehicles off the brain a few days most destructive. In a sense, already know the answer: G grandfather, the man who did not need it is free from all recall the television it is not perceived value. But it is the exception that proves the rule?
I wonder if everyone has their references trash television, the ones we are ashamed heavily, or not, but you should. If all, or not having one of the family home, with delight in public broadcasting that they abhor, or not, but should, and are shocked to know the perversion of the other, without taking note of his, such as cocaine.
A friend confessed Monday that the process of the relaxed more than anything else, while acknowledging the absolute irrelevance of sports, and kept free at all costs that sacred evening. More than a friend after lunch peeps to men and women, finding some space to cultivate their inner life only in the vulgar clamor from the general markets, dozens remain nostalgically clinging to Japanese cartoons of their childhood, without the childhood stories or tract indecently poor designs have no power to restrict the vision, and perhaps all, sometimes block the frenetic zapping to get bogged down, more or less brevemente prima di rendercene conto, in quelle storie tragiche che, non si capisce proprio il perché, a un certo punto la vittima sente il bisogno di render note a chiunque di propria volontà, dopo secoli di tentativi umani di evitare la gogna del paese. C’è poi chi non fa altro che seguire polizieschi, sparatorie, battaglie, incapace ormai di guardare scene che non si rincorrano con la velocità di inserti subliminali, e millantando di riconoscere il colpevole ai titoli iniziali.
Approssimativamente, le perversioni televisive, mi pare possano essere divise in due grandi filoni, pur mantenendo le proprie tipicità:
- il filone infantile, in cui faccio rientrare fetidi cartoni animati, allucinante science fiction, boring battles in costume (intergalactic from King Arthur or bathroom), a film that looked too much like your trailer, sports broadcasts at issue;
- the tendency Desperate Housewives, in which I insert the barbaric TV broadcasts of the pain, show whiners on family routines, the scourge of TV movies like Rosamunde Pilcher, in which dozens of Germans waving the Irish coast on the edge of steep, no one would be enough to get rid of it permanently.
I fear that women more frequently belong to the second strand, and the men in the first, more for culture and for genetic, although I would be vehemently denied.
I, I admit, I identify with most in strand desperate housewives, or rather, in his first film-show, without missing the TV refusing pain. It will be almost to a childhood spent with Grandma B, I dragged the country between families who love to tell gruesome stories of families in ruins (4 years swear that I would play the lady reciting texts like: ah, my lady, you know My husband is an alcoholic ... ), or I do not know why else, but the current child I was tired even before that childhood ended, and even then I like movies a whole, the time of the chase is for me a boredom of interruption advertising, which runs to wash the dishes, while TV series like Little House on the Prairie or Gray's Anatomy has always been dangerous sorceress as shelters, for the reason of my sleep.
I am curious to know if any of us fall into one of these two categories, such as utility vehicles off the brain a few days most destructive. In a sense, already know the answer: G grandfather, the man who did not need it is free from all recall the television it is not perceived value. But it is the exception that proves the rule?
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