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Wenn wir beide nicht stets das letzte Wort haben wollten, würden wir wohl keine fünfstelligen Beitragszahlen haben.
Selbsterkenntnis ist der beste... ähhh...
(oooh... psst.. das betrifft ja auch mich.... )
Wenn wir beide nicht stets das letzte Wort haben wollten, würden wir wohl keine fünfstelligen Beitragszahlen haben.
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Once, it was the greatest show on TV. Every episode was brimming with imagination, excitement and some of the sharpest one-liners to come out of America for decades. But above all it was smart: The Simpsons knew how to parry crudity with intelligence blow for blow. Bart's big-haired nemesis Sideshow Bob stepping on a rake nine times would be followed up with a surreal two-minute performance of HMS Pinafore. Homer lobbing a lookalike of himself over a waterfall would be followed by a reference to Walt Whitman's collection of poems, Leaves of Grass. This was dizzyingly intelligent, daring, exhilarating stuff. For every burp gag came an arch pop-culture reference. For every time Homer fell down the stairs or Bart got strangled, we had a nifty TV parody or sly political dig.
And it kept on coming, week after week. An entire generation didn't understand it. George Bush senior, then US president, even wished aloud that American families could be more like the Waltons than the Simpsons. A massive rift opened up between those who "got" The Simpsons and those who hated it. You chose your side carefully. To be a Simpsons fan was truly one of the most privileged things in the world.
Then it all changed. A new guard took over and ripped up the rules. Veterans of the show with pedigrees on venerated US comedy institutions like Saturday Night Live and The Tonight Show - Jon Vitti, George Meyer, John Schwartzwelder - either departed or went part-time. In came writers who had cut their teeth on sappy teen comedies like Blossom and unsophisticated knockabouts like Beavis and Butt-Head. A looser, lazier sensibility took hold, given free rein by new executive producer Mike Scully. And the show became stupid.
You can even put a date on it: 1997, in the early episodes of the ninth series, where the head of Bart's school, Principal Skinner, was suddenly, arbitrarily revealed to be an impostor, and his entire life to date had been a lie. Come again? A major character in a long-running series gets unmasked as a fraud? It was cheap, idle storytelling.
This was just the start. The show went on to jettison all interest in pretending to have earthy, avuncular roots: the warm, good-natured centre that, when you scraped away the multi-layered jokes and cerebral grandstanding, had been there from day one was obliterated. No longer did we see the family bonding, caring for each other, showing emotion. Instead, it was anything goes.
Plots swung sickeningly from one cliche to another. Jokes arrived out of the blue for no reason. No attempt was made to cling to reality. Now Homer would end up in new employment six or seven times a series. To date, he's held 118 (and counting) jobs, from missionary to garbage commissioner to grease salesman to fortune cookie writer, which wouldn't be such a damning statistic had almost none of them been particularly funny.
True, a long-running series has to evolve. Nobody would expect Simpsons episodes to still be solely about Lisa getting a pony or Bart failing a school exam. But, in the second decade of its life, The Simpsons evolved into a dreadfully predictable monster. With each new series came the same questions. Which foreign country will the family just happen to end up visiting this time? Which pop star will the family just happen to encounter while there? And what unsubtle bit of physical violence will Homer be subjected to en route? Contract leprosy, perhaps; get raped by a panda; or maybe get his head trapped between two halves of a lowering drawbridge?
This was change all right, but change as an excuse for idiocy. It was desperately disheartening for those who cherished and loved the show's early years. Watching Homer hold forth on the topless women he'd seen on holiday in Florida, or Marge accidentally getting breast implants, you wanted everything to be revealed as a huge wind-up, or a cunning satire on trashy TV. But there was no hidden agenda. What you saw was what you got: a base, repetitive, unfunny cartoon.
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The show went on to jettison all interest in pretending to have earthy, avuncular roots: the warm, good-natured centre that, when you scraped away the multi-layered jokes and cerebral grandstanding, had been there from day one was obliterated. No longer did we see the family bonding, caring for each other, showing emotion. Instead, it was anything goes.
2. da der simpsons-film noch immer bei 7,9 :wall: steht, darf man diese bewertungen nicht allzu ernst nehmen, da dort wirklich jeder honk seine wertung abgibt. anders kann ich mir diese wertung nicht erklären.
Ja, und? Die Wertung ist doch leicht erklärt. Die Simpsons haben Millionen von Fans und die werden den Film sicher nicht allzu schlecht bewerten.
Wie gesagt, für mich gehen die meisten Wertungen in Ordnung bzw. ich kann sie verstehen. Natürlich ist die Simpsons-Wertung auch mMn ein wenig zu hoch, aber das ist bei LotR auch der Fall.
die simpsons hatten auch früher millionen von fans. und das zu recht. nur heute hat sich die "fanbase" anscheinend verschoben. von anspruchsvollen, gesellschaftskritisch und anspruchsvollen humor mögenden fans zu dumpfen, offensichtlichen, infantilen humor-mögern. jemand der die simpsons früher gut fand, kann sie heute einfach nicht mehr gut finden, denn dann hat er die frühen folgen nicht kapiert und versteht nicht wirklich, was sie vom rest abhebt.
hier noch mal der artikel, der die ganze misere aufzeigt:
http://www.sportforen.de/showpost.php?p=1537585&postcount=192