Smoke Screen



I was trolling around Facebook yesterday and saw that there will be yet another series released, based on a movie from my childhood. Now, I’m all for nostalgia, but it seems that half the entertainment we get is recycled, remixed, and remade. Where’s the originality?!

When I was a kid, growing up in a metropolis with probably more channels than smaller towns and rural areas got, there was only a handful of programming for us to watch. TV actually WENT OFF after a while (though, as a young whippersnapper, I was never up to see when the jets began to fly and the American flag began to wave over the National Anthem). Likewise, there were two seasons when Hollywood tried introducing potential blockbuster movies: right around summer vacation and during the holidays.

Nowadays, there’s no chance to breathe or think without some TV series, a news show, or movie to keep you distracted. There are a gazillion channels on basic cable and satellite alone; not to mention all the premium channels and movie services (both of which have gotten smart and begun producing their own series).

When I flip the channels like a blank-staring drone, a line of drool dripping from my chin, I am greeted by a plethora of “reality TV.” How better to fill in the gaps than with barely-scripted temper tantrums thrown by supposed non-actors?

Ask yourself this: Why the hell are all the so-called “real housewives” (most of whom aren’t actually married and musicians so damn pissed?

I’ve deduced that our lives have become a cycle of never-ending entertainment (aka, mind-numbing programming that is programming US) that has us mesmerized by five different screens:

  1. The TV screen
  2. The silver screen
  3. The computer screen
  4. The cell phone screen

Consider that for a moment, if you can bear to step away to do so.