Love it or hate it, Downton Abbey has successfully filled a need for an alternate reality where not-so-happy endings get a second chance, with just enough historical references to makes us think that perhaps we too can deal with the horrors of our own time, even if we have to do our own ironing and the closest thing to Mrs Patmore is Deliveroo.
Unless you are a pop-culture masochist and find perverse joy in Manimal, the Regan-Era show whose shape-shifting premise was culled from Greco-Roman mythology and whose very brief existence was a Tragedy, you probably won't want to watch a bad TV show for very long. Why would you, in this age of unprecedentedly great TV?
A study found that the percentage of Hispanic actors onscreen increased from 6.6 percent before the merger to 7.3 percent afterward. That's good news, right? Well, even that mild improvement comes with a caveat. Basically, more shows were hiring more Hispanics to appear as servants and thugs. Yay for progress!
On takeoff day, television accomplished the very opposite of what NASA had planned for it. Television's immediacy was meant to involve us all in a pageant certifying NASA as a worthy beneficiary of continued and increasing funding. Instead, television revealed NASA's lack of control over the situation.