There's a financial analysis program that's on the morning news. The anchor-analyst looks at data charts and riffs, entirely impromptu, off of them. The quadruple-Windsor knot around his throat seems to rob his brain of necessary oxygen, and he fails at the formation of complete sentences.
Sometimes he has a female commentator, sort of like a weatherman, who sits in front of a different camera. The analyst prompts her with scripted questions and she reads the answers off a teleprompter. She is so pretty.
The male analyst sounds like an idiot for all of his stuttering, used as we (I) am to the careful polish and script of newscasting. The female, in contrast to him, and with the Russian proclivity to read things as fast fast fast as she can, is a marionette whose strings are clearly visible.
I find myself comparing it to Anchorman*, and sadly realize that even such a movie as Anchorman does more to query the gender binary than this farce of equal-opportunity televidenie.
*2004, Dreamworks. Directed by Adam McKay. Written by Will Ferrell and McKay.
No comments:
Post a Comment