As networks scramble for what to air late at night, they should consider bucking the norms. At this point in television history, there’s no need to place a lukewarm body behind a fake wood desk, lording over guests like a feudal chieftain. It’s not their office, so they don’t need a desk. They aren’t there late at night, doing paperwork, long after the last grip has gone home in an empty panel van.
Instead of a host for a typical variety show, why not let infomercials run in their place? Everyone could use more cutlery, especially the kind that can saw the handle off a bank vault.
Televising obscure sports from a distant land could be nice. Why not watch a bunch of foreigners chase after a ball riding an endangered beast?
You could do something more minimalist. For instance, the snowy fuzz of yesteryear was mesmerizing for a certain generation. The tech guru’s static yule log.
It can’t be any worse than what we keep rolling out there. Can it?
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