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Parallax is a displacement or difference in the apparent position of an object viewed along two different lines of sight. The same scientific practice can be applied to Match of the Day as James Shaw will vividly discuss.
Entertainment is, and can certainly be construed, as simplistic. As one theoretical term alludes to; entertainment is a form of escapism. During the great depression in the late 1920′s and throughout the 1930′s America Musical’s was the most viewed Genre. These were films depicting unadulterated joy, ripe with glee and sodden with audible pleasure. Ironically, with their American pounds slim Cinema boomed, creating, arguably, the ‘Golden Age’ of cinema in the land of Uncle Sam. In the UK now, we don’t have the same great depression to drive us to our cinemas – nor do we feel the £11 fee represents good value, but we do have our financial worries and in the comfort of our own home, on a Saturday night, we can watch Match of the Day, and, if you really try, you can start to push that credit card bill to the reverse of your mind.
The pseudo-intellectuals cum football ‘experts’ however spout cynicism at our trusted Alan Hansen and Alan Shearer who are, essentially, the Ginger Roberts and Fred Astaire of our disdained existence. “We can do better than these lot”, shouts our blogging friends –me included at one end of the parallax – sneering, bickering, and mocking two of Britain’s most treasured athletes of the 80’s and 90’s respectively. If we still lived in an era like the 30’s Kathrin Herburn would be praising them: “He (Alan Hansen) gives her (Alan Shearer) class and she gives him sex.” Yet we despair at their presence on TV, even when they -with the comic timing of Charlie Chaplin – get their friend to ring them live on the show. We didn’t laugh, NO! – We mocked, and we did so through any technological forum that we could get our hands on.
Perhaps our eyes are shaped differently through different eras? Can we now not appreciate an entertainment medium as pure as Match of the Day without a strong degree of irony and a heavy dash of sarcasm? No, unfortunately we can’t. ‘Who is Ben Arfa?’ Pah! Who cares? Does he even matter anyway? Do you think Ginger Roberts knew who film-maker Sergei Eisenstein was? – She probably thought he was some up-and-coming fruit-cake, I guess, “I’ve not seen any of his work, I’ve got better things to do” (She would probably say that).
From one viewpoint we all want to point and laugh at Mr. Shearer and co. But why bother? Why subject ourselves to a life of bitterness and hatred when on a Saturday night we can self-brainwash ourselves for the good of our mental health?
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