Okay, I know Americans like to have opinions and like to shout them very loudly to anyone who will listen (kind of like me really, hehehe!) but I’ve really got to take issue with Harry Connick Jr, Oprah Winfrey and any other American media whore who sticks their nose in the air and whines about the Jackson Jive sketch on Red Faces during this week’s edition of the Hey Hey It’s Saturday reunions. You have leapt past an undeniable truth and jumped on a minor issue, you short sighted morons!
If you want to complain about something, complain about the fact that the Nine Network are a bunch of tight-arsed dick-biscuits, who are treating their audience with contempt by rehashing a program that ran its course and was axed a decade ago! This in lieu of actually having any creativity, and because they already bought all the reality / game show / crud from overseas that they’re going to medicate the masses with this year..
And of course it’s a ratings bonanza for Nine, because all those poor dickheads who make up the ratings polls (and who seem to be missing half their cerebral cortex) get all nostalgic.
Fuck That! Give me something new! I want to be entertained by something more than shit like this that I didn’t even watch the first time around! Its banal, unimaginative, ignorant and tired; I want it the hell off m TV.
The thing that scares me most though is the possibility of this trite rubbish returning fulltime, which would mean a further two hours of programming time each week going to waste. Rather than finding something meaningful, of quality, that could entertain, or even enrich, the viewer’s minds, there is a serious possibility that Nine will take the easy route and put this dated embarrassment to modern television back on our screens.
And don’t even get me started on the fact that the reunions shows of Hey Hey It’s SATURDAY were on WEDNESDAY nights! I only wish that was the most ludicrous thing about this entire debale.
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