, Julian Muñoz during his interview last Friday
In a (long) time now, I'm almost panic turn on the television. Generally, ground her when I get up and while breast. The rest of the day I do not know whether fortunately or unfortunately, I have it does other work, or even to lunch, which almost always takes place at the CSIC-watch the news or curling up on me the sofa to doze to the sound of a desktop program digestive dubiously, as he usually does not do much. With so small doses, however, I have more than enough. Record, even so, most of the time I usually decant for movies, however infumables they are, and there are very few times when I let them by shows that are broadcast prime time, such as Big Brother , El Hormiguero , Idol, Mira quién baila and others of the same or similar aspect. Nor am I too excited about the series, usually English, removing perhaps Aida , but only for its lack of pretension, his good humor actors and their broad brush, a sort of hybrid between the grotesque and the genre. The rest - Central Hospital, El Internado , Physics and Chemistry (why the hell scheduled this series, imitation of the mythical, although repetitive, non as and, ultimately, expendable- After school and Partners to schedule adult ?), Etc., Do not follow nor do I have no qualms about pressing the off button when swallows the last bite.
But the reason that television today is because it gives me chills, more than any other time in my short life, I consolidate, leaps and bounds, and with increasing forcefulness and enthusiasm, the nickname of boob. I do not intend to repeat what most, as he complains about the crisis without knowing where it comes from or how much it affects him, on the contrary, my intention is to draw attention to the original meaning of those two words, desautomatizar the topic; and the term, despite what that is kneaded, it can seem more suited to whatever tune programs like Where are you, heart , La Noria , Mirror Public and mint or Big Brother, a true paradigm of television XXI Century (released, not coincidentally, in the year 2000). The problem, however, is not that television itself is silly or list, the end of the day, everyone is like, and if you favor has fallen into a mind not too flowery, well you with it. The thing becomes a concern when that person-or in this case, that entity has an unquestionable-up on the other, their trials and their criteria, absolute power that prevails, not only school requirements or citizens, but tambiéna the same principles of respect and excellence. That's when the case goes from being happy silly become stultifying and, at worst, mind-numbing.
Today, television seems to be counter to any form of dignity, seriousness or understanding. Even areas that are supposedly dedicated to inform, just using the most despicable and demeaning to persuade the viewer, to provoke a visceral reaction that, in exchange for a sick enjoyment, discredits the intellect ; as such repeaters, known for their impudence and irreverence, cornering the student of the class at the end of the lesson, he removed his glasses and crash to the ground, amid the laughter of the rest of the classroom, too cowed to recognize how humiliating and unfair to the scene. Rhetoric is abject, that which appeals to the most outside the razóny that, therefore, it is suggested opaque to all kinds of argument. There is more to do things like Where are you, heart or missing happily Aquí hay tomate or Dolce vita to know what I mean, programs that are proud to report but in reality, they merely stoke morbid curiosity of the viewer, skinning individuals certainly deserve it and high up to others who have rarely done anything to earn this honor. Worst of all, however, is the insulting manner in which they defend themselves and proving their work skinning the accompanying estomagante victimhood wherever they go and to which the audience, as the Pusilha ; nimes students referred to above, does nothing but bow his head or nod convinced, spurred by the feeling of guilt that can only incite those shameless enough to flip the tortilla and make us to see us themselves as merciless killers. "People have a right to be informed", bellow, on the other hand, using an argument that no one atreveríaa discuss but, if you what to think, lies a spurious correspondence, inaccurately, that their fervent spectators ignored, and these programs is that you can not apply that maxim, then do not report , unless, of course, we take the word "information" in a very broad, objective, far from illustrating (let alone teach), is to spur hatred, envy, contempt, or, if this is commendable, irrational adherence to push the defense at all costs, the idealization of all kinds of characters, in short, to convince the staff through resources they have much to do with reason as the night with the Diaye that ultimately (and that's where it comes from the real terror), are not so different from the wiles , who use sects or extremist groups to indoctrinate their minions.
thus established the bitterness of presenters and justified by the public viewing is not much that the other programs-the few, really few, are serious, can do is continue to defend beyond the line and pamper its limited, but loyal, audience. Unfortunately, even these seem to be getting on the bandwagon, giving in to a threat that every day becomes more palpable and irreversible. The best example of this would The critical view, last oasis with which told the Telecinco chiripitifláutica but with the replacement of Vicente Vallés and the subsequent appointment of the outdated María Teresa Campos, is going completely under, giving input to this circus, as things continue like this, we will soon all be part, but not as trainers or trapeze artists, but as clowns. And for the record that this is not scaremongering: it is merely finding.