Interesting piece...is Here Comes Honey Boo Boo better than The Newsroom...one critic thinks so and explains why...
http://www.washingtonpost.com/enter...011ca6-e422-11e2-80eb-3145e2994a55_story.html
http://www.washingtonpost.com/enter...011ca6-e422-11e2-80eb-3145e2994a55_story.html
A life spent parked in front of the television sometimes throws you a nice curve. The show you’re supposed to pay attention to has nothing to tell you, and the show that’s supposed to rot your brain actually turns it on. The show that’s supposed to be robust and sparky (in an NPR sort of way) just isn’t, and the show that gets everyone wagging their scoldy fingers (in an op-ed sort of way) is refreshingly jam-packed with opportunities for purposeful discussion.
For all its topicality, for all its credentials and high production values, for all its well-intentioned desire to be spot-on about modern politics and society, “The Newsroom” doesn’t work. As revealed by the first four episodes of the second season (beginning Sunday night), even a tweaked “Newsroom” is a still pretty much a bore.
When people launch into one of their tirades against “Here Comes Honey Boo Boo,” I listen and then ask them to think about the show’s solid — if un*or*tho*dox — family values. The father is employed. The mother works hard, in spite of difficulties that include legal blindness, and remains remarkably good-humored, eager to describe her life and share what she has with strangers. A gay relative, “Uncle Poodle,” is accepted with a refreshing, egalitarian joy. The more we hang around the Boo Boo clan, the less they seem like ogres and the more they function as a fascinating entree into America’s most pressing concerns: economy, employment, equality, health, community.
“Here Comes Honey Boo Boo’s” producers have a keen eye for the very details and class indicators that smart observers love to deconstruct. The camera is continually glancing at anything it considers a cultural cue — passing trains, litter, rust, copulating animals, a chicken perched on a pile of laundry, a shack selling “peches.” The show lives for opportunities to follow June and her brood deeper into redneck-land (a go-kart track, a pro-am wrestling match), but finds its best material in the warm, sectional-sofa center of home.