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  1. A. Who watches TVNZ, full stop? It’s a terrible advert pocked crapfest and has been for years. Add TV3 to that.

    B. Since when has local TV journalism in this country made a comeback? I thought it died years ago.

    C. When will we get a broadcasting minister under this government who has a vision past collecting their pay cheque? Or any minister actually.

  2. TVNZ really doesn’t know whether its bloody Arfa or Marfa does it. Even when there’s something half decent, I can’t watch because every 12 or so minutes, I’ll be shouted at. As good at Jesus Christ on Breakfast and his accomplices might be, you can almost guarantee that whenever you turn it on, you’ll be shouted at by some fucking marketer/advertiser hawking their un-needed wares.
    It has a serious identity crisis. Half Auntie Beebie, half CNN with a few wishing they were Bob Jazeera with tits.
    (as an aside – whatever happened to that undertaking by broadcasters that there’d not be a mismatch in volume [ fuck all the intricacies involved in digital compression differences et al – this is the 21st Century and there are ways and means ] between programme content and advertising breaks. That didn’t last long )

    The marketeers are truly in charge and they’ve captured the lowliest – the autocue readers, the journalists, johnalists, the cadets and all alike. (They’ve got mortgages and rents to pay, and ambitions to fulfil)

    ONE News (“YOUR” news) with “OUR” Max Headroom – or Peter Pan, or when Wendy is sitting in for Petie.
    Live and exclusive on the scene (because we can) “OUR” cadet-in-training – here’s its exclusive report.

    I’ll try and watch the incisive “A [shrivelled up] Raisin Affair” if I can stomach it, but I’m just as likely to vomit

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