If you have ever read Stephen King's The Running Man or viewed the Arnold Schwarznegger flick of the same title, it will surprise you little to note the rise and rise of reality-based television hugging prime time slots on the biggest of networks. Most of them are chalk and cheese, and that is what the heroine of this would-be satire understands. She deduces correctly that doom fatigue is a natural cancer in the life of such television unless they continue to expand and evolve. This is the brassy Katy (Eva Mendes) as she works, consistently, in her role as head of programming for the American Broadcast Network, and at the start of "Live!" we are beyond any reasonable doubt that Katy's new reality show of games will be a groundbreaking piece of history, easily sitting alongside the invention of the Apple computer or the Apollo mission to the moon. Nobody has ever tuned into a television show anticipating a suicidal act, because no company would ever greenlight such a venture. Until now that is, and, say what you will about it only being a movie, but it is where we are headed given that television is losing the battle against the internet.
Everyone knows how no television studio would ever greenlight a programme involving six ordinary persons playing Russian Roulette live on air, with the revolver spinning its silver bullet into the pack of fake ones. Each contestant is chosen at random to point the gun at their head and press the trigger. If they survive, they receive a cheque on the spot, making them multi-millionaires. One will be unlucky, however, and his family will have their gasping breath punctured by the sight of their loved one hitting the floor dead on arrival. The Federal Communications Commission should tell Katy where to stick this creative pitch. An executive, internally of the American Broadcast Network, informs her that the idea turns him on, but once she leaves the room, he is quick to let others know she is shooting herself in the foot. We know this, thankfully, since the camera was left in the office.
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Everyone knows how no television studio would ever greenlight a programme involving six ordinary persons playing Russian Roulette live on air, with the revolver spinning its silver bullet into the pack of fake ones. Each contestant is chosen at random to point the gun at their head and press the trigger. If they survive, they receive a cheque on the spot, making them multi-millionaires. One will be unlucky, however, and his family will have their gasping breath punctured by the sight of their loved one hitting the floor dead on arrival. The Federal Communications Commission should tell Katy where to stick this creative pitch. An executive, internally of the American Broadcast Network, informs her that the idea turns him on, but once she leaves the room, he is quick to let others know she is shooting herself in the foot. We know this, thankfully, since the camera was left in the office.
Read the full review at my personal website: http://www.sightforallseasons.co.nr/