TV & Reality

As my wife’s illness progresses, she has more difficulty with TV. I keep telling her the shows aren’t real. It angers her, accusing me of not knowing.

Reality television has increasingly blurred the lines between authenticity and scripted entertainment. Take, for instance, the popular storage auction shows that once seemed genuine. Initially, I believed in their raw, unscripted nature, much like how professional wrestling was once perceived as a legitimate sport. However, as I continued watching, the interactions became noticeably more choreographed. The verbal exchanges began to feel less spontaneous and more like carefully crafted dialogue, revealing the manufactured drama behind the scenes. This realization prompted me to question the credibility of reality programming and the extent to which these shows are actually “real.”

In contemporary television, scripted dialogue has evolved from polished, rehearsed exchanges to more spontaneous narratives that draw inspiration from current events, challenging viewers to engage more critically with the storytelling.

In our increasingly complex media landscape, discerning truth from fabrication has become a challenging endeavor. News programs, despite their polished studios and professional veneer, often present conflicting narratives that shift with alarming frequency. While these broadcasts remain our primary source of information, critical viewers must carefully navigate the terrain of reporting, constantly evaluating the credibility of each statement. The more inconsistencies and retractions emerge, the more skeptical audiences become, eroding trust in traditional media platforms and challenging our understanding of objective reality.

As I confide in my wife, professional football stands as our sole bastion of authenticity in a world of manufactured narratives. The raw intensity of athletes competing for championship glory seems unparalleled, a genuine spectacle of human determination. Yet, with recent gambling controversies casting long shadows across the sport, I find myself questioning its integrity. Perhaps the gridiron is slowly transforming into just another scripted performance, trading genuine athletic passion for manufactured drama.

They Used to Make Movies There

That’s right. They made dozens of them each every year. Nowadays, not so much. They go to Atlanta; they go to Canada. They used to make good movies in Hollywood. They made many good movies there. I know. I used to go to them and watch them. However, the price seemed to keep going up as the quality kept going down.

I don’t even remember the last time time I saw any movie made for the theater. I have seen a few on TV. Since I had cable taken out, I can’t even remember seeing any of them. They no longer make any good movies in Hollywood. Nowadays, during Oscar night, they have problems finding five nominees worth an Oscar.

It doesn’t surprise me any. It has gotten too expensive. Consider, all the movie stars demanding their millions. Consider, the unions, demanding their cuts. I mean the pies are only so big.

Consider, the old plots can only be dragged through the ringer so many times. I mean, Superman is no longer so super. How many spidermen can we have before the NY, NY has too many webs hanging around.

Then too. There are too many folks afraid of offending too many folks. They tried the one remake of Red Dawn using China as the foe. That got changed quickly when China objected. I can’t remember what that one movie was that, who was it, I think Sony sued the studio. I’m not sure if we could do a remake of the gangsters without making some of their descendants upset. I mean, we would never want to upset the grand, grand child of Al Capone.

The thing is, why make the movies in Hollywood at all anymore. The Good, the Bad and the Ugly was made, I think, in Italy. We don’t need film anymore and the cameras are far less expensive… as well as the projectors. Who knows, a group of kids with an inspiration, a little talent and a little help could make something that would put Hollywood to shame, and they just might do it in Gallup, NM., or Flagstaff, Arizona.

And, per chance, they just might do it without one union member.

…Who’s Got You?

I have enjoyed watching Superman since as long as I can remember, which was before I was five. Considering I am now officially old (76), that was a long time ago. Naturally, even though at the time, I was grown, I had to go to see “Superman the Movie,” the one in 1976 with Christopher Reeve and Margot Kidder.

I must admit that I was a little disappointed with it. After all, Christopher Reeve was not really the Clark Kent I grew up with. Still, I did enjoy the movie. It did have its moments. To be sure, the one line I found the best was when Superman reassures Lois that he had her. She snaps back, “You have me. Who’s got you?”

I must admit that it caught me completely by surprise. Not only that, the expressions were perfect.

I admit, it was not realistic. The movie’s ad told us that we would believe a man can fly. Truthfully, it was not that successful. When I walked out of the theater afterward, I had my feet planted firm on my earth, physically and mentally. I did not believe a man can fly. They failed in their goal.

Regardless, it was Superman and I would pay the price to see it again, especially for that one line. I must admit, that was priceless.

I got to thinking of the movie yesterday (Wed) and decided, there aught to be a good post there. If I thought about it while, maybe I could write something both entertaining and thought provoking. Now all I need is to figure out a way to write it, in which I have very little expertise.

Okay. She is falling and Superman rescues her. It is all she needs for the moment to be safe. There must be an object lessen there somehow. All right. I suspect a few are already ahead of me. I mean, who is it that can take hold me and provide absolute security, both now and forever.

The really neat part is that God is real, Superman is a character someone dreamt up so as he can make a living off kids with great imaginations. Even more, if Superman were real, he still has time limits. Even the imaginary character of Superman has no power over aging. We all grow old and die. I am one who can attest to that firsthand.

Still, God has me. When I have to give up this body one day, and I will, God will still have me. That is far more reassuring than to know Superman just rescued me from falling 100 stories off a building.

But, let’s face it, if there were a Superman, if I did fall off a tall building, if a Superman did come by and rescue me, I wouldn’t turn it down. After all, I am afraid of heights. Incidentally, I have learned my lesson to be grateful. I would make sure to tell him, “Thank you.”