I hate reality TV. Well when I say that, it is a new thing, as in the last year or so. I mean we all loved X factor etc when it started but it has started to wane in fairness. One thing that always got my goat however...and still does, is the promo shots and advertising poses. Check out Dragons Den for instance. Have a look at the five dragons in any take of the programme, English, Irish whatever. They will be in any promo shot standing in a group. The men suited, the ladies dressed in killer heels. The group standing together in unison. You have to defeat us! The pose is the kller part however. They will stand sideways, arms folded in a disregarding manner...we dont need you, you are wasting my time....We are above you. Then the face. The pout! The serious eyes and by the way, this is not just Dragons Den ( they actually have a reason, they are dragons) but look at operation transformation. Take the pscychologist guy, he has taken off his glasses to look tough! Please!
X factor, the name of the contestant is revealed by the gravelly voiced announcer, trying to make the everyday name sound somewhat sexy. "Finooola!" he will say in his best cinema trailer guy accent and the young girl from Newcastle will throw back her red hair and look seductively at the camera. But when she is eliminated on Monday will return to her checkout job and ask anyone who comes in have they a clubcard. Or take any boyband. The same shaping and tough look as if they will kill anyone who buys their music. What is the marketing sense behind this?! Dont these people want to be liked? Dont you want your audience to actually vote for your survival? Dont you need our empathy to help you endure this endless road of rejection you are on?
I mean what happened to an old fashioned smile? Surely this is the best way into peoples hearts and minds. Instead of a face which might suggest that when we go to bed tonight they will be waiting.....at the end of your bed standing sideways with their four mates....arms folded of course.
X factor, the name of the contestant is revealed by the gravelly voiced announcer, trying to make the everyday name sound somewhat sexy. "Finooola!" he will say in his best cinema trailer guy accent and the young girl from Newcastle will throw back her red hair and look seductively at the camera. But when she is eliminated on Monday will return to her checkout job and ask anyone who comes in have they a clubcard. Or take any boyband. The same shaping and tough look as if they will kill anyone who buys their music. What is the marketing sense behind this?! Dont these people want to be liked? Dont you want your audience to actually vote for your survival? Dont you need our empathy to help you endure this endless road of rejection you are on?
I mean what happened to an old fashioned smile? Surely this is the best way into peoples hearts and minds. Instead of a face which might suggest that when we go to bed tonight they will be waiting.....at the end of your bed standing sideways with their four mates....arms folded of course.