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| ...Well knock me down with a feather if the entire country
isn't currently in the grip of Web Fever, an entrepenurial panic probably
not seen since the days of the Gold Rush in 1849. If you think you've
got it bad in the UK, you should try living over here for a bit. If
you meet someone new, you don't ask "Have you got an email address?",
you ask "What's your email address?" It's just a given that
people are connected. Every single ad on TV, in the papers, on radio
has a web address. The bleating mantra of "dotcom, dotcom, dotcom"
is everywhere. It's a little unnerving how Americans have staked their
entire economy on the future of cyberspace.
...Although the US is leap years ahead of the rest of the world (there's nothing like the pursuit of money to focus this entrepenurial bloodlust) not everything about ciderspace is good though. You still get those moronic webpolls off to the side screaming, "Should Bin Laden be brought to justice? Click Yes or No!" or glowing pics of bronzed hard-bodies enticing you to the "Fitness Channel". And then there's all the saccharine, ass-kissing copy crooning "Now we've got a new, special area - just for *you*"...Whatever, as my Californian chums might say. ...Although I do my best to stay away from the dreaded TV, you get sucked in occasionally. BBC America are currently repeating the second series of "This Life", easily the best thing the Beeb made in the Nineties (IMHO of course). Watching the antics of those half dozen twenty-somethings in their monster pad down Bermondsey (big up Sarf London massive and crew etc) takes me back to the halcyon daze of the Borough High Street warehouse....hmmm. ...Of course, this being American television, there's been some truly awful programming of late. And probably the worst in living memory has been a one-off drama called "The Two Of Us", a fictional account of a John Lennon and Paul McCartney reunion in 1976. If ever there was a television programme that should never have been made, this is it. Quite how the producers convinced the networks to make this is beyond me. The lead roles are played by two AMERICANS with syrup figs that would make Elton John blush. The Lennon character sounds like a camp Julian Clary if he'd been brought up on Brookside. Harry Enfield would have been hard pressed to fake a worse Scouse accent ("calm down, calm down" etc). Storyline, characterisation and drama are entirely absent. ...I might have forgiven them if the "new" Lennon-McCartney songs they'd came up with were any good. But surprise f***ing surprise they're not. In fact, I'd rather drive blunt razor blades through intimate parts of my body than listen to their pale, pale imitations of the UK's greatest songwriting duo (Ian Astbury and Billy Duffy of The Cult excepted of course). It's now being repeated ad nauseam (as is the way of US television). Quite simply, they must have been a few nuggets short of a Happy Meal to make this one. Namaste, Kieran Work like you don't need the money. |
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