Do any of you, my readers, actually watch the tabloid show TMZ? Have you ever seen an episode?
The apparent point to the whole half hour is that an editorial staff, led by attorney and former People’s Court analyst Harvey Levin, talk about that day’s non-news. Levin generally starts off with a question like, “So whatcha got?”
It’s then a seemingly-endless stream of short narratives from the newsroom staff, describing which celebrity was seen where and what was said while the cameras were rolling.
A lot of people have no idea what TMZ stands for. Watch the show and you’ll be certain that it stands for “too many zooms.”
It’s shot in what I’m sure the videographers think is some sort of cool documentary style. But it’s nothing more than a series of super-fast zooms on the newsroom staff as they talk about what items they’ve found. We call them “whip-zooms,” and if you’re thinking of the kind of zooms that your old camcorder could perform when you pressed the little rocker switch, then forget it: these are manual, rapid-fire zoom-ins and zoom-outs that make the show impossible to watch.
For me, at least.
TMZ really stands for “thirty mile zone,” a term that refers to an area within thirty miles of the intersection of West Beverly Boulevard and North La Cienega Boulevard in Los Angeles, which labor unions use as the marker to determine the scale at which their members will be paid. (Working outside of the zone generally earns higher rates.)
Even if I cared what celebrity was spotted in which trendy nightclub, the set-ups for such pointless clips are enough to make me change the channel.
Thank goodness for small favors.