- Ryan J. Downey
- I'm a longtime contributor to MTV, Billboard, Alternative Press and MovieWeb. I've worked as on-air reporter, host, writer and producer for MTV, MSNBC and E!. I have provided opinion and commentary to programs on VH1, IFC, G4, Fuse, Current and Oxygen. I have written for Huffington Post, Premiere, OC Weekly, SFGate.com, NextMovie.com, MTV's television and movie blogs and other publications. I am the founder of Superhero Productions, providing broadcast, online and aftermarket content for a number of clients including Lionsgate, Sony and Warner Bros. I personally handle artist management for a handful of bands. "Ryan Downey has established a history of breaking some good scoops in the last few years, and you could certainly do worse than bookmark [him] to check in on." -- Ain't It Cool
Thursday, February 28, 2008
My better half and I always talk about how much the world is starting to resemble Mike Judge's brilliant and under-seen followup to "Office Space," the Luke Wilson comedy "Idiocracy" (which Fox ruined in a way reminiscent of how they mishandled "Office Space.") For example, that show on Fox (ironic?) where people answer questions like "Would you leave your husband if your ex-boyfriend wanted to get back together with you?" in front of their families, with the host checking their answers against a prior lie detector test and a loud voiceover announcing "TRUE" or "FALSE." She pointed out to me last night how much the new anti-Starbucks Dunkin' Donuts commercial seems straight out of "Idiocracy."
Check it out to see what I mean. Let the dumbing down of America continue! "Obama wears a turban! He raps along to Public Enemy when they talk about Farrakhan!" The commercial is probably the lowest common denominator commercial I have EVER seen (and that's saying something), portraying the common person as an absolute idiot (and expecting the viewer to identify with the idiots!) and mixing in some not-so-subtle xenophobia and a few swipes at the French (really? We're back on "freedom fries?") all in a few gloriously insipid and delightfully idiotic (!) seconds. To which I say this: "Aw! My Balls!"