Ian “Hendo” Henderson was the voice of the ABC’s news coverage for a quarter century. The man saw the fall of the Berlin Wall and the media transform. He may no longer read the news, but his inexorable personality remains indelibly planted in the zeitgeist.
Our food culture is inexorably linked with our television. While we hail Preston, Colombaris and the other guy, we’re not giving Maeve O’Meara her due.
Matt Groening has an impressive reputation to live up. However, his follow-up to Futurama, ‘Disenchantment’ looks the goods.
I’ve not been able to love a television series since the last one finished. Don’t judge me, I’m in pain. That love is not easy to replace.
Our pioneering advice columnist Dotty returns to air our your dirty laundry. This week, it’s how to shut your partner up during your programs.
Despite the amount of feeling that #MeToo has enabled, it seems that it doesn’t extend to who (or what) we still watch.
The internet claimed a rare victory in re-instating Brooklyn Nine-Nine. Why it might be derided as a petty matter, there’s a case to be made that it is anything but.
It might be closer to a burnt pie than a melting pot, but My Kitchen Rules serves up the dish Australians love most: Schadenfreude.
The new media laws are set to raze the landscape, with old voices and new operating at an increasingly hysterical pitch. Their first target, our balanced public broadcasters.
The ruling in the reprehensible Michelle Carter case has ramifications well outside the courtroom, as the precedent may see the end of ‘tell all’ stories designed for profit.
The sound emanating from the town of Twin Peaks is abject criticism. So much so, that it has me wondering if the critics themselves have actually watched it.
All those hours binge-watching might actually have a use (beyond expanding your waistline) as Harvard is now offering an education in Game of Thrones. Yes, really.
Think of it this way: it’s one less Monday you have to face. Overnight, the nation discovered the status quo in Canberra, Theresa May’s dipping popularity and the merit of watching someone buy $300 worth of fake plants.
With today being the day that Twin Peaks returns to television, I walked the actual streets of that fabled town to discover that the owls are not what they seem. And that you can merchandise everything.
Each week, we will look at industry news curated by MediaScope. This week we look at the winners of the proposed media ownership changes in Australia, the risk local journalism faces and how we can save it.
Speaking for the “binge-watch” generation, unlike previous social movements built around drug culture, our high will never end. Forever new, forever solitary.
For my money, Channel 9’s juggernaut reality show “Married at First Sight” is equal to Tinder in damaging our perception of what love actually is.
Today we launch a brand-new section, TBS Boomers – a voice to the Baby Boomers of this land. To kick things off, we spoke with Australian television icon Tony Barber about the importance of luck, and what sage advice he’d give the teenage Tony.
Morn-o. What happened while you were asleep? The usual brutality, so we’re ignoring it. We’re having a no-Trump morning. Hooray!
We sit in the golden age of television. Factoring the sheer scope and the larger questions it poses, Westworld might the grandest of them all.
Sex on screen used to be so scarce that viewers would tune in to just about anything to skim some skin. But with the novelty-factor worn off, perhaps plot and character development is our new raunch.
I’ve witnessed the phenomena of smart people engrossed in stupid television first hand. But I’m still unsure why. Help me out?