TV invasion

For about one year now, I have managed to put more mental effort on my primary occupations than all my other years through education combined. I have written more scientific bullshit than any other type of writing I have done so far. I have been fostered, brainwashed and shaped by the UK's idea of education which suppressed my creativity in ways I would have never imagined it could. And I have unwillingly managed to tear down the myth that postgraduate education gathers LOTS of interesting crowds. So, please, poor naive voice in my head, stop judging me that hard about getting addicted to TV shows, the only pleasure a PG student could derive in his otherwise boring and repetitive life she lives in.

Series are so easy to watch. Everything is out there in the open for you to understand. Motivations are always unmasked and behavior predictable. You find yourself being excited by calling out "I knew it!". You get into the psychology of the character as if it where you, sometimes forgetting how idiotic the situations are. And the thrills... If you can't go out there and have a normal conversation with an interesting person, then why not take the substitute of the aliens attacking earth and descendants of ancient tribes fighting each other?

The latest addiction was another British production including Billie Piper - yes of course it's the secret diary of a call girl. A woman making the profession that kills your love life like NO other profession would, and having absolutely gorgeous babes following her around - what's not to like? There are some funny facts about it though, namely the major stylistic upgrade that ALL the characters on the show were subjected to after the second season, which is very common in British productions that gradually increase in profit. I believe this not only a result of the increasing amount of fans but also the behind-behind-the-scenes developments:

The series is based on the book 'Diary of a London call girl" by Brooke Magnanti. The author (aka Belle de jour) is a research scientist that spent her years as a PhD student offering sex for money, which I must admit sounds more interesting and definitely more profitable than my current leisure time activities. Brooke was also a blogger whose writings, like many other interesting -or selling- voices out there became a book, the book became a TV series, and two years after the first episode was broadcasted.. BOOM! She was exposed. Yes, Piper was actually playing her role without anyone knowing who the real Belle de jour was for two years, and then played for another two years with her exposed. (Imagine the numbers on that).

Another amusing note on the show was the accent of the American actress in 4th season that was supposed to portray Belle in the not-so-classy American production that never made it with the rights. It was obvious that British people were fighting back. After years and years of US actors butchering and mocking their accents, it was time they showed them what it feels like faking it.

So anyway, this fourth and final season was more than predictable: Give the audience what he desperately wants and then slam it in its face why it would never work. And I can't say I was sad to see it end because the style they adopted was irritating. I hate it when they make changes that drastic.

And now that summer hiatus for our favorite addictions is almost over new exciting stuff are on the way. MOST exciting being nothing else than doctor who! This Saturday! Clear your schedules. I might even go to the TV room for this one! Here's what's to come..

And on a relevant note I can see that busy as I was, I completely omitted mentioning my theatrical experience with the past doctor David Tennant. I should probably make a new post for this and see what I remember from that day.