The TV Critics Assn. tour is over, and I for one can’t wait until the next edition in January.
OK, so I didn’t spend a lot of time at TCA this year, mostly because it’s so difficult to get any news or real insight out of the mish-mash of panels and worse, mish-mash of journalists who now attend. Even with ABC ousting Stephen McPherson and installing Paul Lee a few days before their session there really weren’t many sparks, mostly because Lee clammed up effectively.
Even so, had to laugh when reporters followed him to the lobby, like he was going to break down and tell the gaggle, “Well here’s the dirt I heard about McPherson….” after playing rope-a-dope for a half-hour on stage.
As I stated in a recent column, “the evolving face of journalism is subtly altering the conversation at
the semiannual gathering. In essence, there’s less coherence to the
questioning, now that people representing specific, narrower
constituencies — celebrity gossip, fanboys, trades or their
equivalent, freelancers — have filled seats once occupied by the
dwindling ranks of those dispatched by broad-based consumer newspapers.”
Plus, the coffee at the Beverly Hilton isn’t very good.
For a second, I did get excited when I saw Nikki Finke’s byline on some recent posts emanating from TCA, thinking this might be my chance to claim that $1,000 Gawker was offering for a recent photo of the famously private online journalist. Imagine my disappointment, then, when I saw this: Ray Richmond is contributing to Deadline’s coverage of TCA.
As much as I like Ray, I’m pretty sure nobody would pay me for a picture of him.