I Caught myself thinking that lately for some reason, again I want to watch the program “Time”. Nine o’clock in the evening — and I have the TV, the meeting place cannot be changed. When is it?
But more recently, “Time” was just bent. It seemed outdated form and content sucks, propaganda, boring, outdated. Urgent patching of holes, translated into the recess of the Director of the information service of Cyril kleimenova, did not help. Over Cyril, and so on “Time” only laughed, his frazochki — uncouth, loyal — has become a joke, Oh and when he said that the coronavirus is so named because the trump suit beauty contests and put a crown on the winner… are you Joking or just trolling? He scoffed at us.
And suddenly… No, he to respect himself has forced and is better could not invent. Not that Kleymenov became more serious, but in the last three weeks to its own immediacy added some new compassion, credulity, or something… Just in these evil days for all of us picked the correct tone, and then this, his emotion became smart and very much needed. “Time” has become so necessary an ambulance.
maybe, Time just stopped lying? Because coronavirus is not, cannot be overcome only on TV, as we famously and beautifully made with Ukraine, Syria, shot down “Boeing”… Coronavirus is something that concerns everyone without exception, this is not a joke.
Coronavirus — a war that came to every home. In the war — the one, Holy, great and Patriotic, too, was the propaganda. But as you rightly said Nikita Mikhalkov (just was not able to take it off, to show), then, for us, for the Motherland against the invaders fought each flower, blade of grass, a butterfly… And the 28 Panfilov, who was not, but wrote about them in the newspaper, and so they were — as concentrated the power of the spirit, will, materialized and so inspired the people to fight, to exploit, to resistance.
“Time,” I do now. And shown every day increasing numbers of human losses, and other “news from the front”. Of course, there are subtly given to understand that the Supreme commander controls the entire process, keep abreast of that power with the people, doing everything possible. I want to believe, just indicate so. Or is it theatre? At such a time? Cannot be.
“Time” gives you the right to install, withstands a middle ground. Not concealing most importantly, leaves hope. Yes, there will no longer doubt the quality of the given numbers of infected and dead, in the accuracy of the final diagnosis. After all, comrade Stalin said: it doesn’t matter how they vote but how to think.
there are Doubts, and alternative information is. In the “Time” can not say about the suicides of doctors on mass ��the infections, and that hospitals in this regard, I’m afraid to put in quarantine, because then people will not receive the promised allowances and General funding.
“the Time” is indeed filtered, but the tone is right, she wants to believe. Not lying, but not telling. “Time” knows its audience during a pandemic. He, the viewer, would never forgive slobbery pink lies, and outright hopelessness, dill driving myself, in order not to go crazy. And here is the updated “Time” is necessary — as the movie “At 6 PM after the war”, which was filmed when the war is not yet over.
the whipping Boy
Glory to Kovtun again kicked.
With combat, whistling, cursing. Disgrace, of course. So passes earthly glory.
he has such a nice smile, but he smiles rarely. He’s funny in anger, not at all scary. Narrow-minded, although sometimes he says sensible things. He is beaten by all and Sundry, and he flies across the Studio in his own charisma, and extraordinary ease of mind.
He drove back Solovyov and got bored, flies started to die. Without Kovtun, without it I’m all the time receiving their legitimate 33 Bonk, well, except to dance Ukrainian hopak?
His chosen whipping boy to Ukraine on our TV life honey did not seem. Here’s a silly, bare skull crest, though actually quite a Russian. The audience for the amusement, but for our patriots Glory is a very convenient punching bag. How did you get beaten up, called names, not mocked, and he is still as good as new. Kovtuny shame no shame.
Glory participates in our political combinations. He is simply irreplaceable. Yes, he is willing to grovel like that Duremar, only to find your Golden key. And we found it! There, in the Ukraine, no one knows, but here he’s a hero. Ready to make fools of ourselves, but not for free, for a small share, for a fee. So, going from one show to another, getting regularly through the head, has accumulated his apartment in Moscow, Russia, popular, autographs distributes. Life is good.
always come back, forgive, again we are invited — not to Solovyov, as to the other, what’s the difference. Without such Kovtun is it possible to show Ukraine? No way.
a Nightingale in a cage
To the light anniversary of Vladimir Ilyin on NTV showed a film by Vladimir Chernyshev “Lenin. The red Emperor”. Year of creation — 2014. When it was just beginning.
it was Still possible to invite consultants to Valery Solovey, then, MGIMO Professor, and now an opposition political consultant who suddenly began to predictions in the style of Vanga, only exactly the opposite. But it’s momentary. What is forever, forever?
Look at Chernysheva — well, what a master! His handwriting strung on a skewer istaricescu chronicle, often rare and always accurate, again the tone, without anger and bias the locking time leaving nature, lyric, all pitying. Chernyshev — he’s from the old NTV and documentaries, probably the second after Parfenov.
One of the few who stayed on the fourth button after all the dramatic and intriguing events. One of the few who keeps brand. Went to “Rain” in YouTube, nowhere. Chernyshev — he is loyal.
lost? The art, skill with it, it will not go away. Just who is now? Always felt where you’re free to go, and where not, and where it ends your freedom. Rare nowadays his movies are not the same. Like familiar handwriting, the style, and inside is empty. Use it. He allowed himself to be used. Like the latter, but is not the same. The journalist was in a cage, even gold, like the Nightingale. But in a cage a Nightingale cannot sing.
