Theres a relatively new show on Star World, Life. Its almost something that a more experienced version of me would come up with. Rather than painting the world a rosy pink (or hot orange for that matter)...its been doused with large (but not depressing) shades of grey (brown, purple, blue)...
The concept isnt jaw dropping but falls somewhere b/w reality and wishful thinking. The actors have to, naturally, be attractive ...(probably cuz we still havent opened ourselves to unattractive people...unless ofcourse they're defined by that...and some scriptwriter, in a hurry to not extend his deadline, chalked them in as 'ugly person with beer belly walking in'..with a footnote talking about his sweaty armpits or red face..ahh..stereotypes are predictably fun)..
But heres the fascinating bit, each episode is tinged with a sense of helplessness. Not the most fun way to end a show but its that kick of reality that has me hooked. Ofcourse, i am also (sadly) hooked to The OC (yes yes the very same nonsensical one), 3rd Rock (no sorrow there), Ally Mcbeal (fun fun fun), Gossip Girl (when it was on air...heres where i hide my face), Boston Legal (almost made me try Law as a career..another glamourised take on life), Seinfeld (not my life exactly but i can picture living like that in certain circumstances..make any sense ?) and many more....(and i mean many..i can pretty much watch anything but the difference is in the degrees i go to change my plans to catch em...yes, i actually do that)
So, Life talks about being powerless...today they spent all of 45 minutes trying to catch some Russian guy called Roman (or atleast thats how they pronounced it) cuz he'd heartlessly murdered a woman who he owned (you heard right..and you felt your life was crummy)
and then put her lover in a cage....(no comments)
I shall flit lightly over the flesh racket which operated on importing Russian women to lend/sell/lead on a monthy basis for 10 grand -to old depressed and presumably rich men...did i mention lonely?...
So in the end, even after they get the lover (the police..the male detective is someone who was wrongly sentenced for 12 years and the female detective is someone whose had problems with drugs in the past...basically your average complicated people)...and he is willing to testify in court...Some other branch of the Police comes in and takes over to set Roman (bad guy...think evil incarnate) free cuz he offers them information...so Justice, as always, is thwarted
But in the end the Guy detective goes and bashes up some inconsequential pawn who did something wrong...hence anger relieved..a friend of the dead girl wrangles herself away from the flesh trade and goes off with a backpack while the lover stares at a picture of his love....
And the preview of the next episode shows both detectives saying "i am ---- and i am Powerless"....
How liberating it is to claim lack of power, and how very ironical...
Life is probably more than drug dealers, wrongly implicated people and bad guys going scot free...
I know mine doesn't (luckily) include any of the above on a random day...
But im totally aware of that feeling of frustration when your screwed and theres nothing you can do to change it...
Thats what these shows play at...Getting the empathy gene working..
Sorrow is almost addictive and over-the-top displays of joy (on TV) annoying..
Its like someone rubbing their super happy lives in your face... (growls)
I have a very twisted brain...and the more i write..
the more, my existing opinion of myself gets distorted..
very strange...
adios (just cuz i feel like it)
Ps-The pink font was a way to balance out the grey content..call me clever..or insane..
actually...call me insanely clever...:)
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