Sitting too close…
Alfred Hitchcock once said “The length of a film should be directly related to the endurance of the human bladder.”
We here at Square Eyed have much smaller bladders than the droopy suspense-master could have ever surmised. Television, film’s idiot savant little brother, has little sections designed for more regular ammonia voiding whilst meerkats and tenors bounce around the proles’ cochlea.
Our attention spans have been eroded by instant-reward video gaming, cataclysmic bass drops and a childhood of eye-splitting cartoonery. At it best, TV knows how to give a dose of the good shit but still leave you jonesing for more.
When I was young I vaguely recall my uncle saying something about how one hour of television barely had enough information to fill one page of a book. I don’t remember it too clearly because I was too distracted by Declan Donnelly dressed as a ginger Japanese schoolgirl.
TV – the cause and solution to all our problems.