Back when George Bush was enjoying a 22% approval rating and the world's disdain, I hijacked the living room TV to subject my mother to Keith Olbermann of MSNBC. Having to endure Fox News daily, I was only too happy to oblige. But out of what was once known as “equal time,” I came to a conclusion that many Americans have missed. Cable news isn’t selling news, they're selling anger. That said, long before I recognized the format's potential for appeal, it was exploited by the executives in 1976’s, “Network.”
You want suspense and like being on the edge of your seat. Well, forget Hannibal Lecter or Bruce the Shark gnashing their teeth in hot pursuit. You’re looking for a thrill ride then get off the Black Pearl and pass on raiding a lost ark. John Locke driving his car, manning the blue tooth to preserve his domestic tranquility will toss you about and bring you to the brink like no other film I’ve ever seen.
In 1978, my brother came home with Misfits by a classic rock band known as the Kinks. I didn’t understand the retched look rock stars took on at the time to stick it to the man, but fortunately I had no control of the stereo. This, because Ray Davies would make a career of writing songs about me. I simply got to survive.