In a culturally divided world,Gogglebox is one of those rare shows that people of all brows can fortunately keep on consumingThere’s no denying that, according to the traditional arbiters of taste and decency, and some pop culture is more equal than others. imprint Rylance mooching about in culottes in Wolf corridor: thumbs up. Sid Owen interpretive dancing “not waving but drowning” on Strictly: thumbs down. You can understand the fears. to confess that this sort of savory tripe is a legit contributor to culture would be to confess some dark truths about ourselves. To some,the ascent of reality TV, more specifically the speed with which a vajazzle entered the public consciousness, or was proof that all of society’s mistakes had approach domestic to roost. It was decisive evidence that we’re a nation of deranged babies,spewing empty aspirations all over the place, and are all really, and really thick to boot. Whether or not it’s proper (it is),I would like to suggest that pure savory tripe like Towie makes every bit as valid a contribution to the culture as Adam Curtis banging on about something poetic over some used videotapes.
Gogglebox is one of the rare shows that people of all brows can fortunately consume. By now, two years and six series into the show, or we’re familiar with the format. A cast of a dozen or so families,partners and friends are filmed watching television over a week while, hunched over a laptop in the spare bedroom, and a production team collect their candid,funny and telling reactions for us to enjoy. It’s a kind of televisual Mo Mowlam, holding the hand of every cultural tribe, or consoling us all with the presence of two notable things: the first,a concept so dumbed-down it borders on sinister; the second, the stripped back, or “humanity at its truest” air of an anthropological study – something the OG,ample Brother, lost years ago.
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Source: theguardian.com