The Herald on Sunday editorial claims “The television reality is… we just love crap”:
They’ve just had to sit through eight or so weeks of home renovation as the couples on TV3′s The Block battled it out; tonight the grand-daddy of reality TV shows opens when TV One premieres New Zealand’s Got Talent; and you can bet the poison darts will be flying later in the week when the much-hyped fly-on-the-wall show The Ridges makes its screen debut.
Anyone doubting the success of these types of programmes will have been put firmly in their place on Friday when MediaWorks’ publicists released the viewing figures for The Block’s auction finale. More than one million Kiwis tuned in.
Interest in the show, or should that be the people on it, was reflected in mainstream media, both online and in print, who followed the contestants’ exploits closely. How could it be otherwise when something like 10,000 people blocked the streets trying to get a glimpse inside the four houses?
We are, it seems, addicted to crap.
“We” are not addicted to crap. Many people are, but more people are not.
Television snobs who bemoan the lack of quality shows on our screens must be apoplectic in front of their high-definition TVs right now.
No. We simply don’t watch the crap. Nor the crap advertisements.
For the two main broadcasters, it is a no-contest. They have to play shows that people watch and advertisers want to be aligned with.
Is there any point in those unhappy with this moaning? No. It’s a numbers game.
Moaning can be fun. More fun than watching crap programmes. But instead of moaning we usually find something else to do, like gardening, or finding our own preference of crap online. Where advertising is easy to avoid.
Until people vote with their remotes, we are stuck with reality TV.
The funny thing is that those who don’t vote with their remotes are the ones ‘stuck’ with reality TV. The rest of us are fine. As the connoiseurs of crap keep escaping from their crap lives?
And ‘we’ don’t just love crap. We have lives.