Showing posts with label violence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label violence. Show all posts

Thursday, 4 March 2010

Better ban it, just in case


Another day, another TV show for middle-England to get its laundry-day knickers in a twist about.

This time, it's a historical drama called Spartacus: Blood and Sand that's ruffling tunics with its (seemingly accurate) depiction of the debauched Roman lifestyle.

Curiously, the Daily Mail is attempting to remain impartial for a change. Rather than taking the default 'Ban This Sick Filth' route, the easily outraged tabloid is opting for a '(They want to)Ban This Sick Filth' approach instead. Which is obviously vastly different.

Perhaps tiring of its own reactionary reputation, the Mail has opted to focus on the actions of MediaWatch UK - the curtain twitching killjoys who are working themselves into a frenzy of non-violence over this latest affront to viewers' decency.

Of course, despite all this disgust, the Mail can't resist making constant reference to the 'sex, nudity and orgies' that feature in this popular new drama. It even manages to liberally illustrate its article with a bunch of titillating screen grabs (although some of the titillates have been covered with little black bars) to make sure no-one is left in any doubt of just how depraved Spartacus is.

It's a 'best of both worlds' approach that might best be described as 'having your cock and eating it' - "Let me just have one last look to make sure I'm as appalled as I think I am. And, if I wanted to maintain my sense of indignant moral superiority, is there a website where I might find higher resolution screen grabs of this reprehensible revoltingness? Or film clips?"

This conflicting combination of fascination and disgust is ultimately what undermines the argument of self-appointed moral guardians like MediaWatch. The group's director Vivienne Pattison makes the bold claim that "There are numerous studies linking exposure to violence on TV with violent behaviour at large and if there is the slightest possibility that explicit sex and violence on screen can cause this harm, is it worth the risk in the interests of entertainment?"

But given that her organisation must have sat through more than its fair share of filth, shouldn't they all have devolved into porn loving, violently inclined beasts by now? Wouldn't the BBFC viewing panel be a be a bunch of gun-toting sexual predators? Of course not, because MediaWatch puts its faith in the kind of science that makes intelligent design look believable.

The alternative explanation is that they they don't actually watch the films and TV shows they're in a rush to condemn. They're quite happy advocating the censorship of content they know nothing about.

This abdication of responsibility lies at the heart of most censorship debates. The mentality is "we don't need to see it to know it's bad. But we know enough to want to prevent you from making your own choices."

Perhaps they just think we're all too stupid to know what's good for us. And maybe they have a point - Pattinson herself points out that "Ofcom research shows that fewer than a third of parents use the password-protected services available to screen what their children can access."

So, the logic goes, everyone else should pay for their mistakes. Well that sounds perfectly fair to me.

Wednesday, 3 March 2010

Catwalks and catfights

Well, it's nice to see that she's mellowing with age.

New York Police were on the lookout for stroppy Amazonian supermodel Naomi Campbell yesterday, after she slapped and punched her chauffeur. As the driver managed to bring the car to a halt, the leggy lout leapt out and went on the run, like a cross between Barry McGuigan and an immaculately dressed gazelle.

Of course, it's not the first time that the pouty pugilist has laid into her employees - she seems to have a habit of slapping around her subordinates, like Russell Crowe with a migraine and a parking ticket.

In 2000 she pleaded guilty to attacking her assistant with a jewel-encrusted mobile phone (no tacky pay-as-you-go handset for Ms Campbell), and again in 2007 when a pair of her jeans went missing. Over the years she's attacked so many of her staff she makes Gordon Ramsay seem easy-going.

Interestingly, it was announced today that the British public have voted Naomi the UK's angriest celebrity, thanks to her history of titanic tantrums. Let's just hope that the voting records have been destroyed, so that no-one wakes up to find the aggrieved beauty standing on their doorstep brandishing a Vertu handset.

After the incident in New York, Naomi's spokesman Jeff Raymond begged for understanding (he's probably used to that), stating "There shouldn't be a rush to judgement." And quite right too, after all, there's no reason for anyone to fly off the handle.

Standing up for (rather than to) his intimidating boss, he added "Naomi will cooperate voluntarily, and there is more to the story than meets the eye." The driver's right eye to be precise.

Still, the good news is that it shouldn't take the police too long to apprehend our on-the-lam lovely. Anyone who remembers her famous Vivienne Westwood fall knows that she won't get far on foot.