One last thing before I go. My suspicion that Commander in Chief was going to end up on More4 appears to have been incorrect. It seems that my general criticisms of the show appear to be shared with the buyers at Mip this year and the chances of the first female president of the United States appearing on UK TV are now quite slim. Shame that.
Well done, Steve Jobs. Another brilliant plan. Sigh.
Caught the third episode of Commander in Chief while in Vegas and I’ve decided enough is enough and it’s time to stop watching this drivel. Geena Davis and the cast are good, but if I wanted to watch a show that made the first couple of seasons of The West Wing look like a wise analysis of international politics, I’d get my DVDs off the shelf and watch the real thing.
Seriously, if the writers think that all it takes to overthrow a military dictator is to threaten to burn down his cocoa fields, they no doubt think that the war in Iraq has been nothing but a success and the Iraqis welcomed the US and its allies with open arms. Having said that, Steve Bochco’s joined the writing team and while Over There wasn’t exactly perfection, it at least tried a stab at realism. So maybe I’ll catch it when it airs over here (More4 anyone?) and then make up my mind if I should stick with it then.
Night Stalker, on the other hand, has actually been getting better since the dismal pilot and while it’s still not a scratch on the original, at least it’s actually quite disturbing, is discovering a sense of fun and a hint of the old Kolchak-Tony sparring is starting to emerge. I’m sure the fact that it’s one of only the dozen or so shows in the new US iTunes Music Store’s TV section won’t exactly hurt its ratings either.
Just caught More4 for the first time tonight. Not impressed. It made L!ve TV look professional: trailers cut off by the adverts; iffy aspect ratios that crop the picture too much; and, horror of horrors, when airing the first episode of The Daily Show that most British viewers will see, you do not screw up the picture until the explanation that this is a “best of the last two weeks” show has finished, thus completely confusing everyone watching. I’d seen all the episodes and I wasn’t sure what was going on, and with the poor editing that went into this one-off “global edition”, I’m pretty sure no one else had a clue what was happening either.
Still, brand new Daily Show tomorrow, so fingers crossed that they can press the ‘play’ button without screwing it up.
If you’ve not picked it up yet, rush off to Amazon to buy the paperback version of John Pilger’s Tell Me No Lies, a collection of the best of investigative journalism from the last century. Pilger has rooted around to find articles that exposed terrible injustices and secrets that are now common knowledge, thanks to the efforts of hard-working journalists. Equally importantly, they are pieces that have stood up to the unforgiving power of hindsight, which can so often reveal something that once had power as being naïve and shallow in the context of history.
It’s hard to single out any one piece as being the highlight, when there’s Martha Gellhorn’s eye-witness accounts of Dachau, Edward R Murrow’s indictment of McCarthyism (re-enacted in the forthcoming George Clooney movie Good Night and Good Luck), and Seymour Hersh’s famous exposé of the massacre at My Lai. But it’s at least a fitting tribute to Paul Foot that his investigation into the Lockerbie cover-up should be included in the volume.
Strangely, Woodward and Bernstein’s Watergate coverage, the most famous piece of investigative journalism ever, doesn’t make it into the volume because it was “detective work” and didn’t “bear witness and investigate ideas”. This seems a poor excuse, although the piecemeal nature of the Watergate investigation meant that it wasn’t prone to long analysis or good writing – it was just solid, outstanding news reporting.
If you don’t like Pilger, this is still worth a read, since there’s only one article of his in the book: Year Zero, one of his many exposures of the iniquities of Cambodian life during the 1970s. And even his greatest detractors wouldn’t object to that particular piece of altruism.
Read it: it’ll remind you why journalism is still important. If it stops, as Pilger’s prologue hopes, anyone becoming a journalist so they can be the next 3am girl and instead points them on the same career path as Robert Fisk, et al, then all the better.