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Choice is Bad
I have, for many years, had a sneaking suspicion that choice is, in many respects, a bad thing.
It was an opinion I first came to when various opposition leaders (which if I recall were rattled through at a rate of knots at the time) kept promising more choice for parents and patients and so on. And I always found myself thinking: “well, that’s the last thing you should be giving people, matey”.
Basically, I have come to the conclusion that what people think they want is choice, but in reality what they actually want is someone to choose for them.
I was reminded of this last night when the flatmate and I were flicking through Freeview in an attempt to find something, anything, to watch. Disappointingly it finally dawned on us that the proliferation of digital channels has merely released broadcasters from the requirement of making whatever they broadcast worth watching - almost like the competition has made them give up and just not spend any money instead of raise their game.
So there we were, faced with a choice between the Olympics (for the love of Sonia, NO!), Tomb Raider: Cradle of Filth (or somesuch tripe) and Hellboy. At which we exchanged a glance, lowered our expectations and plumped for the latter.
Amazingly, considering the awfulness that could have ensued from a plot involving Nazis, Demons, the Occult, Nazi Occultists, Rasputin and John Hurt, it turned out to be very enjoyable indeed.
(And I must say that Rupert Evans can come over mine any time he likes.)
Posted on August 18, 2008 | Filed Under Film and Television, The World we Live In
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