Crocogator Tears

June 16, 2007

What's up with Wowowee? I know it's founded on horrible gunk like the shameless promotion of mendicancy and tasteless theme jingles, among others, but no one can deny this: it's fucking good entertainment. Cheap entertainment, to be exact. The geniuses who thought of tapping on the inherent sad and happy stories within each participant to provide noontime entertainment for the rest of us is simply brilliant. And cost-efficient. Of course, throw in a few scantily-clad, gyrating women in the picture and you're all set to beat the ass of more than a quarter-century running show like Eat Bulaga.

 

Wowowee is gruesome and morbid. All those poor people hoping for a whiff of dollar ecstatically jumping like crazy monkeys not fed for a week. All those ex-Pinoy traitors with their forced American accents saying hi to their relatives and throwing green money around as if they use it for toilet paper. Morbid—it's like not wanting to watch a car crash but peeking between your fingers anyway. And, ah, yes, the dancing women. They all look creepily alike, like marionettes controlled by one secret hand. Gruesome.

 
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