My TV cable subscription has a schedule crawl that usually runs one of several shows above it, so waiting to find out what Giada is cooking for dinner or whose design is divine, I see shows I might not otherwise. I am stunned by Punk’d, which plays often on the crawl. It is, of course, a variation on Candid Camera. What struck me was two things:
First, it is cynical and mean: staging a car accident in which a woman might have been killed or badly injured; having a woman pretend to find glass in her salad after her mouth is cut and she begins bleeding; in-your-face illegal immigrant-squatters living in someone’s back yard. Isn’t if funny to put someone is a serious moral or legal situation, or scare him into thinking his girlfriend might be seriously injured, and watch?
Yes, it is a relief that the woman wasn’t dead, the blood and injury were fake, and the squatters who were threatening to take the innocent homeowner to court were actors, perhaps that explains the second observation: “[Laughter] Wow! I’ve been punk’d!” Thank god I’m not a murderer! The victim accepts the joke.
It’s easy to be cynical, it’s a biological imperative for all teenagers. As John Gardner said (On Moral Fiction), anyone can be cynical; but the essence of good writing is telling the same story but without being cynical.
Isn’t it curious, that vast swaths of society can extol the virtues of diversity, political correctness, and sensitivity, and Punk’d can run several years without a peep.
I’m read somewhere that when Punk’d has run its course, MTV will make Mr. Kutcher VP of Schadenfreude.
First, it is cynical and mean: staging a car accident in which a woman might have been killed or badly injured; having a woman pretend to find glass in her salad after her mouth is cut and she begins bleeding; in-your-face illegal immigrant-squatters living in someone’s back yard. Isn’t if funny to put someone is a serious moral or legal situation, or scare him into thinking his girlfriend might be seriously injured, and watch?
Yes, it is a relief that the woman wasn’t dead, the blood and injury were fake, and the squatters who were threatening to take the innocent homeowner to court were actors, perhaps that explains the second observation: “[Laughter] Wow! I’ve been punk’d!” Thank god I’m not a murderer! The victim accepts the joke.
It’s easy to be cynical, it’s a biological imperative for all teenagers. As John Gardner said (On Moral Fiction), anyone can be cynical; but the essence of good writing is telling the same story but without being cynical.
Isn’t it curious, that vast swaths of society can extol the virtues of diversity, political correctness, and sensitivity, and Punk’d can run several years without a peep.
I’m read somewhere that when Punk’d has run its course, MTV will make Mr. Kutcher VP of Schadenfreude.