Wild about the Web?

The Internet is now so well-known that it is beginning to get on the Telly. And high class telly, at that. BBC2 is assembling a huge cast of Egregious Geeks to pontificate solemnly about the web in a four part series next year called The Digital Revolution. Incredibly original title, incredibly original show. In fact this is only the working title, so they might end up calling it something genuinely revolutionary, like “Garibaldi” or “Kropotkin.”

Thanks to wondrous Mashup specialists Cassetteboy, here are some preliminary rushes, straight from the Bowels of the BBC, where the Wild Things Are. They demonstrate how portentious and revelatory this digital experience is shaping up to be:

Think you could do better? You can. Competition and raw clips are available here.

X-Factor woos world?

This was the X-factor weekend, with audience figures to take TV executives back to the glory days of TV in the 1960’s, when 21 million people would be tuned into the same thing every evening, and everyone would talk about it next day at work.

That such a thing is still possible says something very interesting about the media landscape in which we live. Formulae with, er, real X-factor can still make it dramatically big in the UK.
However, such major bests will almost inevitably be few and far between, when you consider all that has to go into them:

• The products themselves have to be exceptional — exceptionally big, brassy, classy, appealing, attention grabbing, and well crafted. This does not come cheap.
  
• They will establish themselves, as X-factor has, in various parallel media simultaneously, nimble, and drivem by social buzz.
• They will have multiple age appeal, embed themselves in particular communities
• They will be driven by both established personalities and rags-to-riches characters, based on people with a genuine talent to entertain in the conventional sense. All this with a streak of 1950's holiday camp knobbly-knees competition.
• This makes almost a perfect firestorm for personal engagement, all strands reinforcing the others, with a considerable commitment to excellence all round, and a lot of hard work.

Such programming can’t be churned out by the yard, because part of its appeal is its occasional nature. The good news is that Big Brother was only a bad dream, and millions are still most profoundly engaged by other people with a real talent to entertain. Ah, bless.

And what of Simon Cowell? It’s fashionable to be rather snooty about him, and the shedload of money he’s made for himself and ITV. He may or may not be a particularly pleasant character. Actually I’d place serious money on the notion that he’s very much more personally engaging and switched on than some of the parodies would imply. Generating the chemistry and ideas to bring a thing like this together does require remarkable talent. He’s not the only winner of the show. As well as the people it benefits it has a real community impact, locally and nationally. Bringing people together like this can’t be all bad, surely.

Anyway it’s fun for those of us old enough to remember thirty years ago, to be be taken back down memory lane to the dear old days when the nation could all talk on a Monday morning about the same thing on the telly last night...