Friday, May 07, 2004
What is this thing, with female American sitcom/comedy characters deciding to run off to Paris (always Paris! Never Rome or Madrid or London or, uhm, Reykjavik)?
And then they go there, or at least reach the airport from which they will fly there, when some guy (not parents! Not work! Just some guy!) make them change their minds, and they stay in the good old US of A.
1. Are American viewers (who one must persume to be the target audience even though these shows are exported abroad) so bloody...unimaginative, that they can only picture Paris as lovely and mysterious and worth going to (as opposed to other European cities)?
2. Do American writers realise that Paris is a city in France and not a country in Europe?
3. Are all American sitcom/comedy writers men?
Anyway Carrie couldn't live without Big and Rachel can't live without Ross, so they must go to Paris (Paris possibly being a metaphor for something really, like, deep) in order to realise what they can't know in New York. Obviously these storylines are supposed to appeal to most viewers (especially the women) who want to believe in everlasting love and the notion of a soul-mate.
I'm going to Denmark, which is itself embroiled in a whirl-wind, fairy-tale romance, that I suspect has reached vomit-inducing levels by now. I predict that I'll mainly be slung on the sofa, in the company of the great Paul Auster.
See you later.
And then they go there, or at least reach the airport from which they will fly there, when some guy (not parents! Not work! Just some guy!) make them change their minds, and they stay in the good old US of A.
1. Are American viewers (who one must persume to be the target audience even though these shows are exported abroad) so bloody...unimaginative, that they can only picture Paris as lovely and mysterious and worth going to (as opposed to other European cities)?
2. Do American writers realise that Paris is a city in France and not a country in Europe?
3. Are all American sitcom/comedy writers men?
Anyway Carrie couldn't live without Big and Rachel can't live without Ross, so they must go to Paris (Paris possibly being a metaphor for something really, like, deep) in order to realise what they can't know in New York. Obviously these storylines are supposed to appeal to most viewers (especially the women) who want to believe in everlasting love and the notion of a soul-mate.
I'm going to Denmark, which is itself embroiled in a whirl-wind, fairy-tale romance, that I suspect has reached vomit-inducing levels by now. I predict that I'll mainly be slung on the sofa, in the company of the great Paul Auster.
See you later.
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