On Sunday morning I was hanging with my brother and his 8-week old son, nursing a hangover by watching a steady stream of fishing programs. The amount of filler started getting to me. Informally counting for one show, I wasted three minutes of my life watching some guy eat fish tacos.
I don’t get why someone making a fishing show, who has about 20-23 minutes of air time to show footage in a half hour time slot, would waste any portion of it showing people eating. Or the obligatory post-trip “nightlife” montage, featuring dancing to some dubbed in royalty-free techno song.
Tomorrow night, at the Fly Fishing Film Tour, I will keep a running tally of the total minutes of film showing people eating or dancing or whatever. I hope it’s “zero” but we’ll see.