Showing posts with label Katie Couric. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Katie Couric. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 01, 2011

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Broadcast TV searches for the new bottom

We thought they couldn't debase themselves any further than the 2008 campaign, and then came the 2009 death and memorializing of Michael Jackson.
    “ABC, CBS and NBC are supposed to be the last bastions of sober broadcast news reporting, but the flight of viewers and advertisers to the Web and the no-holds-barred slugfests of the cable nets have thrust "real" journalism into a deep identity crisis. Like your 50-year-old moonwalking uncle, they tried to be hip with their coverage of the Michael Jackson memorial, and it was a sad sight to behold.”
I heard it on the street while sitting on my porch at Lakeside. It was storming and our power was out. People were walking around surveying the damage and I heard someone on a bicycle say, “Michael Jackson died.” But millions found out via the internet (they had power).
    “We were all treated to the awkward sight of ABC's Charles Gibson and NBC's Brian Williams having to preside over a commercial-free memorial for an entertainer -- not a dead president, pope or princess to be found for miles. CBS's Katie Couric was a little better prepared, thanks to her previous "Today" experiences; in the first hour of her former NBC morning show, she would interview princes and kings; in the last hour, personalities like Prince and Don King. Tuesday didn't have to happen. The Web was ready to step in and save Charles, Katie and Brian from cable news hell.” Story at TechNewsWorld

Sunday, March 29, 2009

What media bias?

". . . none in the media are complaining about Big Guy not doing any live TV interviews, where he could get hit with "gotcha" questions about the budget deficit, veteran health-care cutbacks, or how much Michelle spends on shoes." Barack Obama’s Teleprompter . One of the best written, well researched blogs out there. Don't miss it.

Tuesday, September 30, 2008

John calls Katie on her Gotcha Journalism

You go, John! Someone should teach her some manners, and if it has to be you, go for it. I think we'd all get better TV news if the interviewee would smack down the journalist--right or left--when she inserts her own politics, whether Charlie Rose or Greta van whatsit.
    John McCain: Of course not. But, look, I understand this day and age of "gotcha" journalism. Is that a pizza place? In a conversation with someone who you didn't hear … the question very well, you don't know the context of the conversation, grab a phrase. Gov. Palin and I agree that you don't announce that you're going to attack another country …

    Couric: Are you sorry you said it?

    McCain: … and the fact …

    Couric: Governor?

    McCain: Wait a minute. Before you say, "is she sorry she said it," this was a "gotcha" sound bite that, look …

    Couric: It wasn't a "gotcha." She was talking to a voter.

    McCain: No, she was in a conversation with a group of people and talking back and forth. And … I'll let Gov. Palin speak for herself.
Check the video, yesterday in Columbus. (I don't watch Katie, but my son told me about it so I looked it up.)

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

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Katie Couric

The other day I realized I'd almost completely stopped watching TV. I used to catch Book-TV on week-ends, Fox News occasionally in the evenings, HGTV once in awhile. Boston Legal if I was up late. Maybe 10 minutes of Dancing with the Stars. WOSU Antiques Roadshow.

Gone. The thrill is gone. I think it is Katie. I really do. Tonight I walked into the living room as she was interviewing the parents of one of the young men from Duke who've just been through the worst nightmare a parent could imagine. I almost gagged. I whined. Complained. She and the other talking heads contributed to this mess. Stalked out of the room. Then it hit me. She's the reason. Katie has permanently turned me against TV.

She always looks like she's sincerely speaking at a wake; she asks asinine questions; her voice is like fingernails on a blackboard; her wardrobe looks like they dressed her from my own closet. Please. Send her home.