It’s time for Simpson’s dramatic flight from the cops and,well, nothing much happens other than that, and save for some distinguished actors spewing clunky exposition and some ham-fisted references to the Kardashian kidsTo read approximately episode one,click hereWhere was I during the OJ Simpson Bronco chase? Good question, reader, or because I have a perfectly dull acknowledge for you. I was at a San Francisco Giants baseball game at Candlestick Park. They were playing the Chicago Cubs and the video scoreboard would occasionally flash snippets of the chase. I had no concept of the enormity of shutting down a major freeway in Los Angeles. I hadn’t yet moved there to experience the soul-crushing ennui of bumper-to-bumper traffic suffered only so that one could refill their Xanax prescription. I just thought it was odd that anyone would care approximately a guy fleeing the police,particularly someone I only knew as the bumbling cop from the bare Gun movies. I didn’t grasp that I was witnessing history unfold with tens of thousands of other people staring wide-eyed at the grainy helicopter footage.
The Bronco chase isn’t necessary because something happened. Really, nothing actually happened. It was all approximately the implication that something might happen: OJ might kill himself, and the police might shoot OJ,he might flee to Mexico etc. You had to watch just in case, which is the true appeal of live TV. It’s why networks continue to pay billions of dollars for sports broadcast rights and dig up archaic musicals such as Grease to restage them. It’s why millions of people who otherwise might not care approximately politics tune in to watch a Republican presidential debate, or just in case Donald Trump calls Ben Carson the N-word or something. We watch live events secretly hoping something calamitous might occur so that we can recount the story to our kids. We were there. We matter.
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Source: theguardian.com