You’d be forgiven for thinking that developing TV shows would be the best job in the world. Closely followed by professional chocolate taster, personal shopper or masseuse for David Beckham. That’s obviously a very personal opinion from a chocoholic, shopaholic man-eater. Where was I? Oh yes, development is a funny old place. Sitting around all day scouring the internet, poring over newspapers and having brain-storming sessions in an attempt to get inspiration for the next Celebrity Come Sing, Dance And Dine With Me In The Jungle format.
And you can guarantee that whatever channel commissioners tell you they absolutely DON’T want, is exactly what they will go and commission. Commissioners love their buzz words – “noisy”, “daring”, “bold” is what they’re after nowadays. Noisy? Turn it up loud enough and anything can be bloody noisy. Daring? Like showing a soap opera lesbian kiss before the 9 o’clock watershed? Bold? Like being bold enough to commission yet another show about getting women superskinny, naked, young-looking after humiliating them with extreme close-ups, billboards showing their bulging muffin tops and then let Gok, a washed up pop star and the editor of a lad’s mag decide that they’re too fat for telly anyway. But it’s somehow justified as a celebration of ‘real beauty’. Yeah, right.
At least celebrity-led travel docs seem to tick the boxes and get the commissioners’ pulses racing. Stephen Fry in America, Paul Merton in China, Amazon with Bruce Parry (all of which I love). Hang on a minute... how about Carol Thatcher in Jamaica? Hmm, back to the drawing board…
And you can guarantee that whatever channel commissioners tell you they absolutely DON’T want, is exactly what they will go and commission. Commissioners love their buzz words – “noisy”, “daring”, “bold” is what they’re after nowadays. Noisy? Turn it up loud enough and anything can be bloody noisy. Daring? Like showing a soap opera lesbian kiss before the 9 o’clock watershed? Bold? Like being bold enough to commission yet another show about getting women superskinny, naked, young-looking after humiliating them with extreme close-ups, billboards showing their bulging muffin tops and then let Gok, a washed up pop star and the editor of a lad’s mag decide that they’re too fat for telly anyway. But it’s somehow justified as a celebration of ‘real beauty’. Yeah, right.
At least celebrity-led travel docs seem to tick the boxes and get the commissioners’ pulses racing. Stephen Fry in America, Paul Merton in China, Amazon with Bruce Parry (all of which I love). Hang on a minute... how about Carol Thatcher in Jamaica? Hmm, back to the drawing board…
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