Vietnamese TV: something I have yet to mention, probably due to the adequate number of English language channels showing the usual American teen programmes and movies. But one restless night, somewhere between Junior Masterchef Australia and Shaun the Sheep (my logic being it would ease me to a satisfying slumber faster than counting imaginary equivalents); I stumbled upon a curious soap opera.
There was an Asian lady (presumably Vietnamese) with amazing overacting skills, whining incessantly to her partner, who then appeared on screen sporting a duvet and a rather sleepy-eyed look. It wasn’t immediately apparent what she was requesting, pointing to her back she presumably wanting assistance unzipping her dress. But no, her husband tossed her way a strange handheld massage instrument (which wouldn’t have looked out of place in one of Amsterdam’s sex/torture museums). After a little more whining to coax her Romeo out from behind his duvet, not a lot was happening and I turned over to a music channel showing…
Equally mind-numbing: K-pop. Korean pop singers found on many music channels and adored by tonnes of my teenage students. All female solo artists appear to sing melancholy ballads whilst sitting on armchairs, hugging cushions to provide some kind of comfort during this obviously terribly distressing episode. The hazy lens only adds to the overall wrist-slittingly sorrowful effect. All set off by a wide-angle shot of said fair maiden wearing an off the shoulder over-sized jumper whilst leaning uncomfortably against a wall – ever so naturally, as you do. Not to mention the flower petals and confetti defying gravity, floating up the screen. And to top it off… the lyrics don’t even appear to rhyme!
So all things considered, I think I’ll stick to watching HBO and Starworld – I’d far rather be an American Idol fan, than a K-pop enthusiast!
A xx
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