End of the road at last.
This moment, we are counting days in one hand to finally signal the end of this 24/7 living room madness. This 24/7 bombardment of paradox over the cable channel that brought my busy folks on the driver's seat of the remote control and me dispatched--- outside the bandwagon looking in. No friggin' choice. Freedom is lost--- William Wallace, you're not alone! Had to say goodbye temporarily to Hayao Miyazaki,
Debate with Mare & Pare, Rock n' Roll, Dave Letterman, NBA, and some programs dudes love to watch secretly late night with conscience still intact, & no remorse to the consequence of a nagging sister the following morning (the program's R-15 for Christ's sake... I think I'm fit enough to watch it!). These period of watching tv under the authoritarian system in your own house is really crazy, making me wish that I was deaf and blind for the only thing worthwhile to do is imagining my own shows: NTV's Get Ditch'd, Pimp My Bride, and Studio 43's Waray Speak.
Watching with no clear sympathy for this bunch of celebrities acting like normal people, or people acting like celebrities (whichever is more accurate) is like watching bootleg copies of Da Vinci Code followed directly by The Passion of Christ. Which story is fiction and which is truth? Hard to tell. To judge the veracity of the first is a question of science and the latter, a question of faith. Closest thing to reconcile the two is to admit that both are bootleg copies and watching them in succession is a madman's movie marathon.
Same with this show.
With the exclusion of the rastafarian elder and the two athletes as characters without pretensions, the rest of the group are just employing the classic and overused strategies
ala Survivor for their selfishness, shallow, and hidden agendas to win the popularity contest. Unlike the first edition, this is purely a celebrity show and the one who is most popular to the fawning masses is the ultimate hero. This time, words and tears are much more valuable than works and skills. Personality wins over character.
The strategy is very clear.
If Judy Ann opted to join the circus, she wins. What else can Tiagong Saluyot or Pedrong Pantog do if they're not popular? You do not need to bet your conniving a$$ to defy that fact. As if we're new to this kind of ballgame. "Parang eleksyon din 'no?" is a cadre's drunk comment but it's true. Hard to say but we have to accept the
paradox of reality: how "
real" must a reality show be to boost a network's rating?
Surely, I will celebrate the end of this show. I'm ready to turn the page, or perhaps pick a different book.
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