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Welcome to Unmade on an overcast (but surprisingly warm by Tasmanian standards) Friday morning at Sisters Beach.
It must be spring. The rats have been in the barbecue. The ants have been in the cats’ bowl and a huntsman has taken up residence on the bedroom ceiling. Ah, country life. The cats can take care of the rats. And I’ll have to investigate whether the huntsman is a good ant predator.
Much to my surprise I’m back at my desk. Somehow I didn’t win the $60m Powerball last night.
Happy Eat A Pretzel Day. And for those in Melbourne, happy freedom day.
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“We are out of the programme development business… I just want ratings,” says Seven’s programming director. What business are they/is he in then?
A free platform that uses derived content to harvest attention, but without network effects, dopamine rewards or complete user IDs? Good luck.
This remaining pool of local sport, news and reality TV has to provide for increasingly desperate old crocs.
To be fair, this death gurgle of a quote is perhaps the most honest thing you’ll hear from Australian free-to-air TV this year. Top talent for long-form audiovisual storytelling has gone – has always gone – where there’s the stomach, and wallet, and pipes to embrace calculated risk. No one has yet found a way to get a Game Of Thrones, or a Broadchurch, or a Queen’s Gambit, or a Squid Game, other than to try a lot of shit with talented people.
The internet has handed those chips to international rollers.
Rob Farmer