Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Dashing Pierre, head pilot of the Lafayette Escadrille
Forcibly extracted from Canadian taxpayers are the French TV channels--we get at least two, often three of them on our cable. We have to. We are bilingual.
I innocently switch over from Canadian Idol to PBS and what do I get in between?
People are snogging!
I got back one channel.
People are still snogging!
Back another. Oh my god!
Not for nothing are we called bilingual!
I am not saying that all French television is porn--I mean, they really try, comedy for instance, where a fat man wears a woman's wig and they all split their sides--as if all this hadn't already been done on SNL.
The news programs are a real charm: Flashes of unrelated footage, while the announcer is saying something else, news from the Benelux countries, endless news of Quebec from and Ontario-based channel.
I pay a hundred million dollars a year for this.
They have taken survey of our TFO, the Ontario French channel and they have found, in the course of a given day, an audience of one. That's right, one viewer and she is taking French at night.
Don't get me wrong. I love the French and they have certainly loved me.
But it's the haphazard programming. And eight minutes into the programming, somebody will surely get laid.
There is no censorship, no political correctness. The producers can do what they want, and we pay them for it...And then a whack of ads in French, taken from the English version.
I don't mind shovelling out the tax money for this tripe, but come on folks, let's have a litttle cohesion, a little story line. I do speak some French, but the snapped continuity and idiotic cutaways at the wrong times is starting to drive me bonkers.
They're doing it again!
Hands in each other's laps.
Hands in each others' .....
Omigod, he's pouring cognac all over her!
I am finally getting it.
(Probably because I'm not getting it. Heh).
Vive la France!
When Dashing Pierrre of the Lafayette Escadrille goes down, he goes down in flames!