Thursday, April 10, 2008
Great Hernias in Broadcast History
I don't know what bothers me more, the toxic sheen of that truck's dish, Clark Kent's action-slacks or the fact that the robot humping that poor photog was once referred to as a MINI-cam. Mini-fridge maybe ... I've seen moon suits with fewer accoutrements. Sure it was emerging techology at the time, but there's nothing revolutionary about a hernia draped in coax cable and polyester. It makes me wonder what all those old film guys thought when their sleek little handheld cams were replaced with heavy jetpacks that woudn't fly. Slather the whole thing in old school logos and you have all the ingredients of a gimped-up renaissance. No wonder so many fled for higher ground. Me, I'm just glad I came of broadcast age when I did - for even the old school gear I schlepped the first few years can't beat the bulk of said get-up. Why, it's all enough to make this increasingly crotchety cameraman to stop bitchin' about his back. Almost.