Tell Me You Hate Me
HBO’s cancellation of “Tell Me You Love Me” reassured to me that the seemingly only way to be successful in entertainment is to dumb it down to the masses, as most smart television shows seem destined for failure if they deal in the abstract (“John from Cincinnati”), layered writing (“Arrested Development”) or have the potential to make people uncomfortable for providing an opportunity to talk about the everyday issues those in relationships deal with (“Tell Me”).
If you’re not creating a TV show about rich teenagers/young adults fucking each other and fighting about it or people trapped on an island, you’re likely going to fail.
People must have either a fantastical escapist storyline or an explicit beginning, middle and end each week because they are either too stupid or too fucking lazy to expend the brain power to interpret the abstract for themselves.
It’s called an idiot box for a reason.